Guernsey Poets

I was in the park with my nephew Vincent he's my Godson too, he's nearly four he's growing up well, sensible, grounded health...

The dog piss crucifix stains the street Marking the place that Rover will s(h)it Straining over his yellow river He defecates with a vi...

Death is my shadow It keeps following me Down on the corner Out on the street Cast like a spell Beneath my feet When will I be free ...

Bad People They Swear a lot They don’t Care a lot They Spam a lot They Jam a lot. Bad People The don’t Give a jot They Live a-Blot T...

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...