Guernsey Poets

I'd sit down and think of the times of my past The shit and the shadows depression had cast The troubles, the fears, in a future unt...

Jesus was a friend of mine We hung out every day He asked me why I sinned so much? And why I never pray? I told him that I loved him ...

Say not as thou dost, but through clocks as we rot and thy shine dare not speak as before. Pray, what divine cost, whispers, gods have we ...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in November 2012 Though the snow did cling, 'twas the...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in February 2012 Image - Stephen Roberts The bent nail s...

Before I cast off my second skin And let the silky darkness in Turn off the light And into night Spill the day’s noise and din. I clos...

An eternal scream, ragged, raw rises from the very floor a despairing roar of misery from the echo chamber of history Where now is the...

One needs the resurrection A spark to fire the heart One needs a little helping hand A push to help him start When somebody knocks him d...

This Holy city is torn apart, with man’s hostility to man. There’s no benevolence or love, just rockets and Kalashnikovs. Bullets tear i...

Sundays were by fate, grey, lacking even peculiar grace, my old man chewing over communion and crudely caught in his own private act of ...

I was a Rasta, a Taoist, Zen, Christian, Buddhist, Pagan Homeless, poor, yet wealthy and landed My forebears knew Christ, yet the horned g...

When God drops his crumbs Into our muddling pool of reality They tumble to earth Will they breed new humans sprouting from that ancient t...

‘Crucify Him!’ the people called in the heat of a Jerusalem day. ‘Let Barabbas go!’ With leather scourged, and step by step, He bore th...

Behind the half price decs they hide. Waiting to take a place of pride on tinselled shelves, where snowy chocs and golden reindeer in gli...

We went to town last week to do some bits and bobs. Nothing in particular, although there was one job. When we gained a grandson we saved ...

I work It is a mind-dulling, monotonous process Relaxation is guaranteed to purge all rebellious thought in hazy absurdity. Television an...

It seemed no sin to believe in magic Or to be living a myth A symbiosis between man and nature All barriers dropped, no inside no outside...

Image Source: Rod Ferbrache It says in Psalm 34 “The Lord is close to the broken-hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” The...

I have seen my true soul: It is neither young nor old Neither rich nor poor Neither a believer nor an atheist Neither law abiding nor an...

Fruit of flowers for the sick Smell the freshness, deliver them quick. An apple a day, go and pray, For health not wealth. I hope your G...