His poems are sharp, his words often hard-hitting, Anthony "Tony" Andrews is a brand new force in the world of performance poetry having made his debut performance in August 2014 at Blackpool's Rebellion Punk Music Festival. Tony is a socialist, poet, actor and spoken word artist influenced by the likes of the Levellers, Ferocious Dog, New Model Army, The Clash and Billy Bragg among others, his poems touch on a wide range of subjects from his own personal life experiences through to political injustices, and sometimes down right comical Throughout his life Tony has performed in countless theater productions, talent contests and musicals, he has assisted in the organizing and running of small festivals in his home town and regularly takes part in fundraising and charity events. Never being shy of hard work, Tony has always had various projects on the go and is constantly building on his available material and is currently looking to showcase his poetry and stories anywhere in the UK to book him for your event please email; firstname.lastname@example.org ______________________________________________ Shooting from the hip, Tony Andrews' poems are stark; crawling between the light and dark into a greyness that is rare for a newcomer let alone such a young man like himself." "Tackling all kinds of difficult topics, his words whether heard or read, are all written from the heart with a clarity and honesty which is rare among seasoned poets let alone relative newcomers, with a measured amount of pathos and pain, Tony throws a harsh chilling light on modern life. Highly recommended. Andy N ______________________________________________ A talented poet whose words are full of grit and honesty, telling tales of modern life that will strike a chord in the heart of all that read or hear his work. Along with collaborating with musicians in writing songs - Tony is one of the most talented writers for a decade.... Dirty Davey ______________________________________________ I first became aware of Tony Andrews when I read his poem "Her Name Was Amanda". From the very first line, I was sucked in and by the last line, I was spat out, still groggy from the journey. He had hit a nerve. A personal, still raw nerve, as I had spent several years out on the streets and Tony's words brought it back with a bang. He has an eye and an ear for the everyday trials and tribulations of life, siding with the underdog and waving a clenched fist at injustice. Refugees, Dementia, Ex-Armed forces, corrupt politicians, they are all here, in this tub-thumping, beat-inspired wordsmithery. A.P. Staunton ______________________________________________
TO DIE A WARRIORS DEATH We have received the call to battle heard the bugles call we're heading off to war boys to fight once and for all there's no promising that any of us will ever make it back I'll be there and you will too beneath skies of grey and black but I simply cannot promise you that we'll ever make it back We have rations of ammunition, food and supplies gathered from the battlefield as another brave man dies young men, old men in this hell it's all the same on the fields of Flanders, no man has a name when you're face down in the muck playing war games. It's a battle for survival, no side ever wins the only nourishment we'll receive comes from ration tins share our bunks with rodents infectious but be brave for tonight this filthy cesspit may become our grave the fields of No man's land our final resting place Camels charging courageously beneath a bombers moon watch them dance through the sky oh how they swoon crushing the enemies advances a waterfall of death as yet another casualty of war draws their final breath Dulce de decorum est, to die a warriors death.
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