Guernsey Poets

she went blubbering into the bathroom & spliced her wrists with his razor, her beautiful & delicate wrists, as if they were rot...

the catch-22 is that they issue terrorist commands in gasping Gaelic and religion in loose lineage of Latin, yet not a broth of a man in...

Grey, thin, drinks tonic water mixed with Gin. Toothless, not bearded or a hag, walks with a wooden stick, Winks an eye surrounded by w...

religion shits openly on everything….but there is always somebody strolling behind the ass   (dear God for thy name) scooping up to f...

The gun lay loaded on the table Its metal held a dull patina Atmosphere lies heavy, on... His agonised demeanour Betrayal fills his ang...

Straddled across my usual stool in the Excelsior bar one night, I watched the punters coming through, male, moneyed, right for a bite. ...

With head well rigged from bar port calls he stumbles into yet another, supping dregs of drams and shit-faced flagons, gormless in his ...

You never showed yourself to me... But you may have passed me by! Did I witness hatred in your soul? See death within your eye! I'd ...

Bleeding every one for her fee, downstairs there lives my friend the abortionist; Merlin of the hot oils she knows the vicious kick of ...

I'm looking for a TV cop show ending Split screen, murder scene, forensics bending Prime time, glamour crime, shotgun blasting Helen ...

The wind a force of darkness, running its endless race, the moon a huge silver rocket, ...

Aindre added this note to his poem which is why it has been put on an 'adult page'; "Please note this is not for the faint of h...

With thanks to Al Green for the opening two lines. All around the World People are crying, Listen and you can hear. People are hiding, ...

R.I.P Sarah (2010-2013) Sarah - Shannon Shell My name is Sarah. I am but three. My eyes are swollen, I cannot see. I must’ve of been s...

There once was a woman called Annie Who looked a bit of a granny She picked up a sailor Who thought he might nail her But was shocked to...