Loz Anstey (officially a Lauren - but only when she is some form of trouble) is a poetry performer and spoken words artist.
Writing became her go to solace from around the age of 10 years old and she has been scribbling and tapping away ever since. After obtaining a dual honours degree in English Language and Creative Writing, she was exposed to the spoken word scene at her local pub and was launched into the world of performance. The buzz of a stage has now taken her to perform across the country.
Before the pandemic, Loz had the audio piece ‘Boxes’ released on BBC Sounds and performed a piece dedicated to her late sister, Emma on the TEDx stage. A performance that reached out to those in need of some bravery to reach out themselves.
From the heart-warming advocacy of mental health to the downright silly and ridiculous, Loz’s writing has the ability to take you through an emotional and uplifting journey of life’s truths, giggles and battles.
Save Weekley Hall Wood |
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Save Weekley Hall WoodTake a walk with me. Waking woods to walking woods. Life is here. Here you will find woods to fall in love in, You’ll find a track here. And now it’s under threat. Each bend, each tallest tree These woods are where people fall in love, They’re worth more than any metal structure Boarders traced Erase to replace Greens vast and the eyes dilate. It’s minutes away for an hour’s escape. We will not exchange breezes through trees This is our Weekley Hall Woods
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She Has No Idea |
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She Has No IdeaShe has no idea No clue of her beauty, She has no sense No idea of her attraction, She has no clue No sense of her wonder, She has no idea No clue of her strength, No sense of what she’s worthy of, |
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Emma |
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EmmaI'm going to tell you all about her. She wasn't even from what she became. We followed her example. Men adored her in ways she'd never fully believe and her smile and sheer gleam had my sisters sing 'Heart Breaker' over the slamming of the door in boys faces. They say the eldest gets all of the best and she did, As soon as she could, she did what she could Christmas morning, I'm maybe eight years old, She remained the solid one, She answered the phone calls of starry hours, But we've had to. I still can't quite bring myself to love Christmas again. You've missed so much. There has to be something in some way, I hope we do you proud. And above anything, I hope you see it now. |
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Pam's Pants |
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Pam's PantsI took Pam to Penzance. I wore Pam's pants in Penzance. We purchased plenty more pants for Pam in Penzance. Pam and I then persisted to get pretty pissed in Penzance. Pam got paralytic in Penzance. I now won't be taking Pam back to Penzance. |
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Dick Day |
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Dick DayI'm not a dick I get up, stumble over dreams into a reality I'm not quite ready for. Just another dick move to prove Facing people throughout the day It's not okay but I am okay Look, having an I'm a dick day is hard enough but I get by And don't come at me with your questions. As the I'm a dick day draws to a close and I can lock myself away. It was just another I'm a dick day |
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Goodbye, Sweet Boy |
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Goodbye, Sweet BoyTo my precious, sweet boy I thank you for your loyalty, I thank you for your time and unwavering trust in me, I thank you for every single time you tried in every way you could to understand me, I thank you for every run and trot as I walked through the front door. I thank you for every bark, every time you wanted to protect me and for you never letting me miss a parcel. I thank you for each and every walk I thank you for your tolerance of silliness, I thank you for always being at my side I thank you for all your kisses, Thank you for your wags and smiles, thank you for every single thing you brought into my life.
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