Guernsey Poets

The vandal of the scandal The villain of the piece Flying off the handle With friends and enemies From pillar to post And light to sha...

How you have fallen, O shining one When once like a star you so beautifully shone Son of the morning, from heaven you fell To dwell in ...

Of God. The Son. Or the Holy Ghost. I've wondered in which I would trust the most… The God. The designer. The Creator of all If he ...

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 ...

How strange that throughout time Man has built edifices, temples, churches In homage to his Gods. When surely the greatest homage must be...

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...

It feels intrusive, stepping in through the arched door uninvited. Money in the collection tin, a pound coin, appears to right it. I loo...

Gods and Goddesses. Forever immortal. The perfect angel. Statue memorial. Purity and perfection. Collective resurrection. Hail Mary. ...

It seems a war is sure to come The exodus of man begun A crossing to a safer land To those who might reach out a hand A Trojan horse sha...

{ part one} God was not such a bright spark cajoling Noah to build an ark and then, with celestial watery eyes matched only by His wilt...

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...

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