Poetry Blog by NICK ARMBRISTER (2020, oldham)
on Biscuits (Sat, 9 Jun 2018 09:03 pm)
Bar Steward Town 1 (for Debbie)
What they did to Debbie was beyond compare
Anywhere else except in this damn town
A real lady came from afar to heal the sick
Persons unknown took her happiness
Did their despicable act and slew her life
They respected her religion by crossing her
But not her body by using two big knives
Two decades on the killers are free
Sunday 12th January 2020 3:27 am
Very Nasty Builder
Drunk builder is out for trouble.
Like a soldier with a grudge and a loaded rifle. ...
Saturday 1st February 2014 1:05 am
My stress and anxiety continues.
It’s living in this crap dying town,
that I’m sure of.
I’d rather be in West Berlin writing poetry,
engaged to a Fraulein.
Soaking up European history.
Instead I’m here: Oldham.
Thorn in the side of the North.
You want a cool place,
go to Manny.
Nowhere is like Manchester.
Catch a gig or shag a bir...
Monday 17th December 2012 6:50 pm
Friday 8th June 2012 9:27 pm
A town like mine is crap by definition, being full of a certain type of people adding to the crapness.
What do you think of Oldham? ...
Sunday 22nd January 2012 3:24 pm
I’ve been on an eight mile hike with my mate, getting out of town.
Up roads, to the Waterworks to give a witch my Amelia Earhart spell.
Venturing through farmer’s fields, over dry stone walls and under barbed wire fences. ...
Thursday 22nd September 2011 11:39 pm
Rising higher and higher the warplane climbs
through the hazy sky, sun reflecting off the distant water
far below through a gap in the clouds.
Missiles hang under delta wings
ready for instant launch when an enemy
is spotted across the distant sky.
An inhuman machine with the looks of a goddess...
Saturday 16th July 2011 4:24 pm