Guernsey Poets

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

Can you feel the earth crying? Can you see it dying? Can you hear nature's plea….....for help? Society’s greed The rush to feed The...

The Fall-Out Shelter queue winds on and slowly on, then out of sight. We clutch our tickets, move along: in twos, a crocodile, polite; a...

The plates moved. The cups danced. The saucers flew. The bowls jumped. The glasses rang. The spoons rattled. The vase rocked. The doo...

Fellow poets, The Guernsey Poets blog is back! Please note that there have been some minor changes to the way the blog operates. The s...