Guernsey Poets

In this small house of ours we pray that we and those we love remain safe from the beast that prowls without, its fetid breath ripe wit...

I wanted to write a cheerful rhyme, To add a rosy tint to the day, But it seems I’m having a hard time Zeroing in on just what to say ...

My hand’s been overplayed My mind’s been X rayed And it only drew a blank With all my dreams expired And my circuits rewired I can no...

With no Church, or Community meetings, no Zumba, with all the beautiful girls just waving to neighbours, from a distance as each day, a...

In the game of colonial bingo It helps to learn the lingo And back in the Napoleonic days I brushed up on my Norman francaise I was r...