Guernsey Poets

The troubled rock star pours out his heart, How he’s suffered for his art The unwilling victim of every tart Who set eyes on having a pa...

Oh dear, dear Ratty Cried a distraught Toad Why ever did you have to Cross the road? An electric car The whispering death Was the re...

Perhaps there is an explanation, dear, but you’re not here to set my mind at rest. Death puts a stop to questions, so I fear this one mu...

In the dreary shadows Of the snug they lurk, Haunting the establishment Without their wives, The lonely, disillusioned, disconnected, ...

I am old now My eyes peer out from wrinkled flaps of skin Age bleached in a crumpled canvas The sisters tend me silently Bringing with...