New poems hehe

 

Solved!

The solution to our problem friendship

Is to put you on a rocket ship and send you to the Moon!

Maybe you will meet Santa Claus

And find water and set up a Moon base

It’ll get you out of my hair!

Bad Name

When you hate your own name

You want to move far away

To another planet never go back

Well not to a planet but a moon

Fuel your ship for a one way flight

So you can’t be called that name

The name you hate and they all know

On the moon you can use

Any name you want and nobody

Will know the difference!

Running away from a bad past

And an even worse name

Become who you want here

Be the person you always wanted to be

The one with a different name

Make Count

Same shit different year

Make this fucking count

You only get one shot

Some of your contemporaries

Are now buried in boxes

Dead to the world forever

Get yer head outa yer arse!

Make all things count

Start fucking living enjoy!

Sarken

 Sarken

A man with a pistol

And three clips of ammo

An old gun with a single stack clip

Not a plastic Glock

He's a bit mad!

Not just in the head

His dog was squashed dead

By a delivery truck

The dog ran out

Was killed immediately

Poor driver was doing his job

Sarken doesn’t mind that

Being a working man himself

He will go out and shoot dead

Chinese immigrants instead!

To appease his fucking anger…

New story be warned

 Reasons

It was a full moon. The man carried a pistol in his pocket. He walked down the pavement of the small street. There were others out and about. It was early. His gun was a weight in his pocket. He was aware of it. Knew that if he pulled it out and used it there would be panic. People screaming running pointing. Hurt dying dead if he hit them square on. Imagine going to the store and being shot in the face. Your world changed forever. He didn’t remove his gun. It remained in his jeans pocket resting against his hip. Even showing the gun would panic people. It was an object no less no more. It was capable of powerful life ending events. Well the actual bullets were. Without them the weapon was just an object. It could pistol whip someone but needed bullets to work. Or in reality needed a focused person who knew what they were doing. To load aim and shoot the gun. The man knew how to do that and had done so several times. In London, Manila and Rio. A travelling global killer. He bought his weapons locally. Why did he do this? The reasons were his own. The gun sat in his pocket. His hand rested on it. He hummed a tune. Time passed and he walked the streets. Soon he would use it. There were six people ahead of him. Stood by a street vendor eating and talking. He decided to randomly shoot one of them . In his mind he counted down. His hand was ready as was his intent. Soon now. Somebody would get hurt. Always when the moon was full…

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Into Difficulties by Brian Von Blimp

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1746689 

 

My book is about the difficulties we all face in life day to day and year to year. You will either live or die. Another cutting edge book by Brian Von Blimp. Expect more of the same. The poems include post break up poems and staying friends with your beloved ex-girlfriend, now an aware friend who hides and prefers solitude. Also included are anti-war and flying poems. Poems about people in difficult situations. How would you cope if you were such a person? There are many different pieces here in varied writing styles. The stories are similar. A crewman trapped in a burning Lancaster bomber without a parachute. Does he stay and burn or jump out and what? A story covers the risks of unprotected teenage sex. The risks are more than STDs. Add in depression, PTSD and short term memory loss. Other work includes break up and post break up themes. All is vivid, surreal, confused, multi-emotional and relatable. This could be you. Read enjoy and be careful with your life.

 

 

 

 

Juniper's Daughter: A Windy Time Short Stories Nick Armbrister

 

Juniper's Daughter: A Windy Time

Short Stories

 https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1740187

https://www.amazon.com./Junipers-Daughter-Windy-Short-Stories-ebook/dp/B0F3D8JBQB?ref_=ast_author_mpb 

 

 

Nick Armbrister

 

My book is about a witch Juniper's Daughter and her opponents who work for Satan. The longest war in human history. This is a follow up book to the earlier volume but very much stand alone. Join Juniper’s Daughter and Satan as they try to defeat one another. Satan is cunning. The witch has a flying saucer. Satan has several skilled yet expandable operatives. Juniper's Daughter has tenacity and magic. Who will win in this multi situational book?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jag Pilot

Jag Pilot

An Indian Air Force Jag just went in

The crew ejected but the pilot was killed

It wasn't Pakistani F-16s or Red Chinese Flankers

That splashed the supersonic pointed jet

It was an accident that destroyed the big cat

And sent its pilot to Vahalla

Where all dead aircrew are equal

SEPECAT Jaguar the best low level attack jet ever built

Time stopped still nobody else uses this plane

Still dangerous in 2025 yet this is not 1979

And the planes no longer new but old

India got her Jags in 79 when it was pristine

No enemy fighter could stop it then or now

Only old age kills this supreme feline attacker

Only new build aircraft with bigger engines

Will solve this ongoing issue old Jags dying

India lost a Jag and pilot dead RIP

Lost but not forgotten you the Jaguar pilot

Who paid the ultimate price to defend your skies

 

 

Riga Twisted Heart

 

 

 

Riga Twisted Heart

Pilots hate bad news especially about being grounded. Riga was told bad news. She may have to stop combat flying. The Flight Surgeon called into his office. There is something I need to tell you. This isn’t good news. I’ll get to the point. You won’t be able to fly warplanes any more. You have a heart problem. It’s not fixable. It’s not a combat wound. It will be genetic. Inherited from your parents. Your heart is twisted. The aorta. Riga interrupted the doctor and laughed. Several of the pilots say that yes. My heart is twisted and I ditch them when they fall for me. I’m not joking here Riga. This is real. Look here. See the X-ray and 3D scans. You can see it here. This is what I’m saying. Your aorta is misaligned. If you are in a dog fight with another plane flown by a competent pilot you may die. Not by losing and being shot down. That’s the risk of what you all do. No. I mean the g-forces may kill you. If you pull too much positive g’s you may have heart failure. This is a risk. I advise you to stop combat flying immediately Riga. By combat I mean interceptions, low level attack and air combat. Recon flights will be ok if you fly straight and level. I don’t want to have to ground you. In fact we are friends. I’m not sure I could ground you. Pull your wings. I’d feel bad about it. Just promise me you will take care ok? How sure are you of this doctor? I cannot stop flying. Riga cried, tears streaming. It’s what I do. To make things right for my father and all the others who died in this pointless war. I’ll be careful. The doctor examined the results. He nodded. I’m very sure Riga. I am sorry. The results do not lie and nor do I. We are friends. Please take care. Riga composed herself. She thanked the flight surgeon and said she had an afternoon mission. She would be careful. She had to be for her surviving sister and her kids. Poor little Riga. More worries for her…

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