Her Name is Hope – Life Force By Nick Armbrister poems

Cold Water

Now as heaven opens people start to wonder

if they will ever see the dawn.

Well, if we are lucky some will live

and some will die. It’s all down

to the catastrophic damage that man

has done to the atmosphere. The ozone

is gone and acid rain drenches

an entire continent. It falls like cold water

but it dissolves everything it touches

being the killer it is. This is man’s legacy

against the planet that is his home.

Success

It has come to me now after long waiting.

The wheel has turned full circle

and it makes me ever so happy.

A full year has passed of thinking,

of writing and of being published.

It’s only my endless patience

and making my own luck

that has led to it.

I’m ever so happy, it’s like a drug

that explodes in my head again and again.

The big day will be in June

when my poem is in the book

and the book in the shops.

A Break In The Old Routine

Do you ever find life gets dull?

And you need a break in the old routine?

Come with me and we’ll do just that.

It’ll be two fingers up to work as we go

for a drive down those winding country lanes

to somewhere long forgotten.

Maybe if we go to the right place

we will meet our past selves from other lives.

The trees speed past and the sky is ever so blue

and time has no meaning, almost like it doesn’t exist.

We are there now. It’s just what I expected

but only so much better. I’d like to stay here forever

and ever…

Beer Festival

It happens once a year and it’s all in the name of fun.

You could call it a sacred event as people who attend

are devoutly practising their religion.

They come from far and round to this beer festival

to drink their favourite ales from small obscure breweries.

Some will like what they taste, you notice it as soon

as you come through the door.

Now ten pints later we are ready to leave…

shaky but surely we head for the door and home.

When I wake up in the morning with a bad head

and look at my leaflets and cheap t-shirt,

I’ll smile at the fun I had and wish next years here sooner.

Poster Shop

At the bottom of the arcade in our town

there is a small poster shop.

It has been there years, never changing

always the same wooden front and flaky paint.

Step inside and enter a different world.

Look at the images on the walls.

Pictures of soaring birds, of dreamy fantasy prints,

of a plane against the sunset glowing red…

Hundreds of posters all on the walls

and tightly rolled in tubes just waiting

for someone to buy one.

I went in and bought one of a cold

snowy landscape of sometime long ago.

When you go in, what will you buy?

Tramp

I am an old tramp, as old as this town.

Long ago I was cast upon these streets

to either live or to die.

I managed to live and now here I am.

Yes, I’m happy, I have all day to myself

to let life glide on by.

There is no hassle for me

as I don’t have a job or no bills to pay.

I have a bit of cash with which to buy vodka,

a bottle a week does me fine.

Although I may smell, I’m very polite

and I call gentlemen “Sir” and ladies “Miss.”