Poetry Blogs (Thatcher)
Nigel Astell on September 2020 Collage Poem: The Silence Still Talking (4 hours ago)
Down In The Hole
I was sixteen, they threw me down the hole,
I stood in darkness, breathing in the dust
while learning who I could and couldn’t trust
in this black new empire of worm and mole.
My dad said it was this life or the dole -
if our family was to earn a crust
then I would have to work until I bust
and sacrifice ambition, heart and soul.
Years of hardship f...
Sunday 8th January 2017 1:23 pm
Roses are red
Maggie was blue
now she is dead
they're having a do.
They're airbrushing history
re-writing the past
Big Ben's falling silent
the flag's at half mast.
In a time of austerity
they've money to burn
for the pomp of her funeral
but the lesson we've learned
is they secretly know
she's not loved by the nation
Thursday 18th April 2013 10:50 am
A golden apple hangs aloft,
corrupt flesh - rotten to the core
and when it falls, it lays a while
until the vermin come to gnaw.
A bloody tide, ebbs and flows
against Britannia’s exposed shore
while God’s still lapping his sinners up
In distant, godless, fucking war.
A Tory with a mouth of lies
feeds the rich and damns the poor -...
Tuesday 16th April 2013 1:49 pm
Saturday 13th April 2013 2:28 am
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on thei...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm
they lined up
in their smart suits and executive hair
outside the foundation stone
of a nations ruin ready to eulogise
to heap praise upon a legacy
the traffic slowed
and the tempers frayed in a burg
where there is never enough
most had left by 8PM
save one expecting maybe
returning at the earliest light
Tuesday 9th April 2013 3:28 pm
The Lady wasn't always right,
Not all would take her side,
But as we headed into the sight
Of war, we found our pride.
The fifty pound travel allowance we knew
That brought us ridicule
Was forgotten when we claimed the due
Of new found North Sea fuel.
But our once great motor car concerns
Were lost to union attacks;
Red Robbo and others takin...
Monday 8th April 2013 5:07 pm