Guernsey Poets

There is no satisfaction in the pushing of the pen helping to make money for the suited men For years my soft hands and mind served ...

We helped him up and steadied him, saw his wild eyes, spoke soothingly. You took his arm, his state was grim, and smiled, nodded approv...

Tasty barbeque chips, how I’ve craved you so! But have had to do without, for to the store I rarely go And honey-roasted peanuts are ...

She’s waiting, Waiting to be held, To be touched, To be kissed, Her arms are aching, To encircle, To enfold, To embrace, She’s lon...

You say that you don't love me anymore But I've heard that same old story, so many times before So go ahead and leave me I don...