Guernsey Poets

Another day, another mall, another shooting to appall the world, astonished, that looks on and, once again, the ghastly spawn of fronti...

Young Nicolai was made to fight. He didn’t think that it was right but sometimes men just have to do what men are told and march on cue...

the Stranglers back in the cold war sang no more heroes any more Tina Turner didn’t need one too but now it turns out that we do a form...

To a woodland glade  with a brand new spade  in the middle of the night I know that it’s not right I’ve claimed one more I’m beyond th...

The warning signs were in his eyes The pain was locked away inside His body beaten black and blue From every punch his parents threw  A...

American flags hang dismally like forgotten laundry slung across balconies dirty and betrayed A grey skin of steam plumes by the Hudso...

Wind Time back. Rewind Time. Make the struck towers rise from dust, reconstruct themselves: glass, concrete, girders, walls, a huge...

I cannot stand my ghastly wife: instead, I love her sister, dear. The former one pollutes my life. The latter woman I revere. I’ve hat...

I can still remember opening my studio door and the shock of seeing the newspaper in the hallway, on the floor And what that unbidden i...

Withdraw the bullets, mend the flesh. Place back the bullets in the gun. Return the weapon to the store. Remove the fury from the heart. ...

I lie here Under a bed of roses, Not breathing out Or breathing in, The moist, damp soil Caressing my body, Cold against my naked skin...

You shoot at them… They'll shoot right back And through your cowardly attack Many more will surely die Their families left to mourn ...

This poem was inspired by world events on March 14th, 2019. There’s so much bad news It’s like the world’s going to Hell Will mankind su...

Image Source This is the story of iceman Oetzi: A cold case murder mystery   Where the world's oldest blood has dried  The crime...

The garden is magnificent: the fruit trees pruned, all hedges trimmed. Hours, countless hours, you must have spent in keeping every lawn-...

he's excited about tonight an assignation in the city there will be girls there and boys too, he doesn't care he stares into...

We stop indoors my wife and I: keep to ourselves, rarely go out. We have no friends. We are quite shy. Newspapers, we can do without. Bu...

What’s the problem with America, The land of the free, brave, and strong? What’s happened to America? Something’s gone terribly wrong. ...

There’s no point in writing words Of sorrow, disbelief and pain, It happens again and again and again. Someone’s child and someone’s chil...

The killer in his covered head Whose hatred wished for many dead Where just his eyes could victims see His god made him the appointee Hi...