JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX/NICK ARMBRISTER

Saturday, 29 August 2026

Nick Armbrister Bio

Hi, my name is Nick Armbrister. I'm from Manchester, England. I've been writing since April 1996 and published since Nov 96. Very much part of the late 90s 'small press' writing scene, published in mags, 'zines, anthologies and later in the 00s, online and in my own books. I've worked for an American publisher before but left due to editing issues. Self published a hundred books under Nick Armbrister and my pen name Jimmy Boom Semtex. My variety of work is huge. I've written with a wide variety of poets/authors. Love to be creative, like hiking and high ground and also love tattoos and aeroplanes. My books are on the usual sites and stores.

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/nickarmbrister66613

https://jimmyboomsemtex.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, 25 August 2026

beware scam!

Scam email from uk. No subject line. Not visible. Not signed. First mail was... Is this my book?

Friday, 21 August 2026

newer poems

Statement

I like your legs

This applies to any nice gal

Who I cross paths with

I like to look feel caress kiss

Nice curvy sexy erotic legs

Just like yours or your sisters

Or your friends or cousins or mum’s

Let me enjoy their legs

The way you’ll enjoy me

Loving bonking kissing

You get the message

As I get you and you me

What are you waiting for?

Lezzzz go baby…

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Level four warning/number four NTE, boom!/give it to me now

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God damnit! Hurt guy/moped on its side by him/please be fine brother

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Deniables

You know how it is

You know what I want

Give it to me now

I know what you want

I’ll give it to you

An exchange of goods

This is what we do

You get my rifle

I get your grenade

We the army brats

They think we never

Saw combat but we did

As we fuck in the jungle

We know our battles

Not just enemy guns

Your husband will hate me

My cousin will understand

Combat stress is nasty

After what we did together

Not just between the sheets

Our totally deniable war

If only you understood

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My dear Team Leader/gives out N T Es to us/biscuits for a dog!

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Up There

What were the Scorpion heavy fighters

Chasing that dark rainy night over Lake Superior?

Something not from here

A thing that’s taking a peek

Hidden in clouds dark weather

Not easy to find if there at all

A cost to be even up there

If you don’t return it’s fine

Just know you were up here

Over the lake that night

With nobody else but your crew

They saw you on radar

Your blip merged with the object

Then one remained whom?

Is your Scorpion in the water?

Or taken elsewhere far away

Unknown to me or any of us

Surreal hidden decade old events

Repeated elsewhere?

Tuesday, 18 August 2026

new published here.

https://oddballmagazine.com/poem-by-nick-armbrister/

Check it out

Sunday, 16 August 2026

Riga Electric (version)

Riga flew her disc she had a job to do

There was a power station

It powered weapons factories

Turn off the juice and they couldn’t make missiles

The power station was medium size with four generation points

Oil provided the first line of use to turbines to produce electricity

If this system went out there was a backup coal system

Riga knew that by taking out any part of this would render it inoperable

She hovered a thousand feet over the site invisible

She studied the facility

She powered up the laser and chose a pink beam

On the screen a red target cross

She moved this with a hand controller

Riga made her craft visible

Now people would see her against the clouds

A silver disc

Alien but Earth like

She waited to be noticed

Workers stood in the yard and pointed

To the oil storage tanks

With a click of the control the laser fired

An intense pink beam lit up

Metal glowed and melted

Oil combusted and burst into flames

Bright yellow fire and black smoke coiled up

Friday, 14 August 2026

Sarah Bloodhound

Sarah was in the English Army weapons factory. She was on a mission to plant an explosive charge. She was side tracked by an incredible sight. There in a large room was a missile. It was a huge Bloodhound SAM. Surface to air missile. An old weapon yet still dangerous. This one was being modernized. Sarah stood there staring at it. It was a pointy long cylinder with wicked looking fins and small wings on it. Like these had been added as an after thought. They these had purpose. To guide the missile to it's target. Several rockets were fitted at the rear. These would propel it skywards. A single main engine then took over. This thing was twice as old as Sarah. It was painted dark green with yellow writing on it. It looked almost like a lizard or a robot. Or a lizard robot. IT that was possible. What was the English Army doing with this? Sarah had many questions and few answers. She took off her back pack. It was heavy and contained fifteen kilos of mixed explosive. She'd made this herself. The original target was the weapon store. This was better though. Sarah knew this thing was armed. Her own bomb would trigger the main warhead and flatten most of the base. How big was the warhead in the missile? She didn't know. Sarah lifted the bag flap and fiddled what the the detonator. With a flick she set it to two minutes. Then shook her head. A minute! She hid it under the rear fins and lower rocket engines. Looking about Sarah ran from the room. That would be the first to blow! All the computers and test equipment would cease to be. Sarah smirked and turned left down the corridor. An emergency exit led above ground. She followed it and kicked the door open. Alarms and lights went off. It was defeating! Shouting came from behind her. Sarah took her pistol from her pocket and left the access tunnel. There was a treeline twenty yards away. Not stopping she sprinted to it. Just then the ground shook under her feet like an earthquake. Her bomb went off as did the missile warhead. Sarah leapt behind a tree as flames blasted out of the open steel door. The ground shook three times and detonations kicked the earth. She covered her ears and held her breath. Nobody followed her. She shook her head. Nothing would survive that. The weapon store would be toast. As would the fifty or more technicians, guards and soldiers down there. Sarah caught her breath and watched orange flames and black smoke leave the partly collapsed doorway and crater. Dig your way out of that wankers!. It was still a mystery who the missile would target. Maybe it would be her home city like the Russians did in Ukraine? What went up came down with a big bang. Or did before she blew it to Hell! Sarah got her radio and sent John and Lee a single code word. Wool. Mission successful. She would hide in the woods and return home at dark. That had been easy! Bring on the hard missions...