1988

1988

It was so long ago but to me it seems like yesterday,

times were great and music was something to die for.

I lived in a secure world of good friend and parties

and days out in the sun. My music was the Bangles and T’Pau

all singing about love and freedom. I was in love

through the summer, my emotions setting the world on fire.

I’d get my YTS money and I’d go to Wales and live my life

in an intense three months of love with Wendy of Colwyn Bay.

My friend Hughie and Justin were the best and the future looked bright.

Yes I did discover you can live your dreams and dream your life.

 

 

Nobody to Flirt With Jimmy Boom Semtex out on good web sites

"Why did you split up? It's not a good idea to have someone's name tattooed on your body. Cos there are no guarantees in romance," Delilah observed, changing to the colouring needle.

"That's what I think now. She was just a girl I fell in love with at school. We were together for nine years. I thought we'd last forever. We didn't," the customer, Liam, replied.

"I'm sorry to hear things never worked out. All those years..."

"I know. Just memories now. I've moved on. Hence the cover up tattoo."

Del grunted a reply and did the colouring.

Belinda Carlisle was on the radio. She sang a sang of wanting the same thing and dream. A rockish song, great at full volume yet quite touching. Oh no. I love this song. But it reminds me of Russ. Don't wanna get upset. What if Chad suspects?

"That hurts a bit. Is it a big needle?"

Delilah nodded. Oh yes, it bloody hurts. I can vouch for that. There were tears in her eyes. She focused on the tattoo, not looking up. The song on the radio changed to another Belinda Carlisle one, Live Your Life Be Free. It was just about that.

BAKERY OPERATIVE

Why don’t you work in a bakery?

Go and make some cakes for everyone,

éclair cakes for the sophisticated lady.

Watch how she licks the tip with a twirl

of her tongue. Custard tarts for the Oldham slapper,

they get right on in there. Not shy at all.

Apple sandwich cakes for the quiet girl,

you know what they say about them, believe me it’s true.

Tiramasu gateau for our foreign girls.

It doesnt matter if they don’t speak English,

exotic lovemaking is universal.

I see the cogs moving in your head.

You’re a certain type of girl at a certain bakery,

I’m curious, what will you make?

I’ll seduce you and find out by using my charmed

exotic tools of my manhood.

You can serve me up your cakes for breakfast

that you made, me blindfolded and tied up

after a long night of fucking.

I’ll guess your baking skills by taste.

Maybe you’re a tart or lady?

What will your hidden place down below

taste like, as I eat your cake blindfolded,

you sit on my face. Quick let me breathe

and lick the fresh cream mixed with your

exotic erotic juices. You’re a fresh cream girl,

all mine for tonight! Can’t wait to see you

Monday morning. Just remember what we did,

you and me. Bakery work, a world of cakes

and female students with me thrown in the cake mix.

A Sister's Tale And More Besides Jimmy Boom Semtex

A Sister's Tale And More Besides

Jimmy Boom Semtex

"Thank you so much for defending me," Gem said, stroking Liza's long hair.

"Oh it's nothing. You'd do the same for me," Liza replied, kissing Gem's lips.

"I love you Liza. You're so brave."

"That's a nice thing to say. I love you too." The two lovers kissed some more and fell into one another's arms. They were naked and on the sofa in the back room at Liza's place. The curtains were drawn for privacy. It was the middle of a week day. Liza took a day off work and spent quality time with her lady.

Gem moved so she was above Liza. She placed delicate kisses on her partner's forehead, nose, lips and worked her way down, pausing at the lovely breasts. They stood out like twin unconquered mountains. Each nipple got a kiss and suck, as did the area around them. Little nibbles that moved south to Liza's flat stomach. Then down to her thighs and lower legs, stopping at her toes.

Liza shook her head when Gem was about to start toe sucking. Gem did a mock grimace and worked her way up again, kissing the lower legs before reaching the thighs. She slowly parted them and stroked each one, adding further kisses. On reaching the jewel, Liza's pussy, Gem stopped and looked at it.

"Your pussy is lovely."

"Thank you my love."

"I'm going to kiss you there."

"Please do..."

Aurora's Night Jimmy Boom Semtex

Aurora's Night

Jimmy Boom Semtex

Aurora's Night

That night in the bar was THE night. It stayed with me. We were having a lad's night. The usual stuff. A load of Buds, shooting pool, eating burgers, listening to Rock n Roll and dancing with girls. I was 23 years old. A graduate from MIT and Caltech. I got a job at Lockheed's Skunk Works₁. They made them all: U-2, SR-71, F-104, C-130 and a few secret ones. All were cool. In-between pool, beer, burgers, gals and my mates, I made a paper plane. I was bored! It flew over the bar for sixty feet. My mate watched it.

"Hey bro. You should enter that paper plane competition. It's next week. There's free beer. Be warned though. Some teams there take it very seriously."

I drank my beer and thought. Why not? It's about planes and there's free beer. Cool. I could even win!

"Why not? It sounds fun. I love a good competition..."

***

The week later, I entered the comp and won! Can you believe it? Me, the winner with my small paper plane. The more experienced 'teams' weren't impressed! Did they know I was a 'Skunk'? Working for Kelly Johnson's world famous Skunk Works. I bet they did.

***

One week after that, I was called into the boss' office. Why? Had I screwed up my job? Had a jet crashed? No, I'm too good. Why then? Did I talk when pissed when I was in bed with Sally? The hot bar girl I met. You should have seen her legs. Went on forever! No. The boss read me like a plane book!

"Relax son. I've a job for you, if you want it. You know how we work here. Hush hush. I heard about your paper plane win. Well done. Listen... build us a plane. The coolest plane ever built. You up for it?"

I nodded.

"Build us a Blackbird replacement. She needs replacing."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "I'll do it."

Ace Poems Nick Armbrister with Shy Lhen Esposo

Ace Poems

Nick Armbrister with Shy Lhen Esposo

Ace: First Meeting

'I want to thank your son. He saved my life...'

Otto walked like an old man.

The old farm house was ahead.

He knocked on the door.

She answered it.

Her gaze was stern.

She was pretty.

Her wariness was obvious.

Yet she was also defiant.

You killed my husband.

Now I'm a widow. Why?

I blame you because you're German.

I'm sorry for your loss.

It wasn't me.

It was my comrades.

The war...

WAHEY! A BIG FUCK U TO MARK SUCKERBERG.

WAHEY! A BIG FUCK U TO MARK SUCKERBERG. facefuck wouldnt let me have an erotic post on my JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX page. fuck them. its art. fuck suckerberg, the smug cunt. i wont ever be fucking muzzled in my writing...

AGY

More empty promises from the likes of you agency liars.

Carve up the job market with a promise of work.

Little do we know how you have wrecked this industry.

And it’s all monkey work, I’ve seen a monkey do a better

Job than you! Move brown boxes from A to B in a futile

Effort for a bit of pocket money, no hard cash here.

Empty promises and sugar-coated lies. Take it from me,

Never register with one of these agencies, either go on

The dole or get a real job or do cash in hand illegally.

Varied

In his mind he was free, never beaten.

Does the machine have a consciousness?

A ghost in the machine, a full mind.

We're all slaves in this game of cake wars.

Our boss is a Fuhrer, bitch style.

No one is safe in the border clash, exchange of fire drowning our hate.

With what?

Lust...

Failures

Failures

A shared sense of humanity being bombed, bloodied and killed.

People swear and turn away, so bad is the cataclysm.

United Nations fails and apologizes.

Still the killing continues.

Fighting equal to any in history for the ferocity and evil carried out by all sides.

Assad the Poodle started it after graffiti on a wall,

using chemical weapons and barrel bombs on his own people.

The rebels were winning and victory seemed possible.

Till a new evil erupted, Daesh devils doing unsaid things.

Chopping off heads and spiking them, blowing people up,

burning them alive, drowning them and more.

Then Putin the Dog stepped in to save his poodle Assad.

Enemy Neo Soviet jets bombed Aleppo and killed hundreds of innocents.

Russian lies filled the airwaves on Putin’s propaganda organs.

RT and Sputnik bending peoples’ minds and doing a Crimea.

Smoke and mirrors especially when bombing ISIS even when none were present.

All terror groups were Daesh in the Dog’s eyes.

What now in Syria after Aleppo has fallen?

More killing, there are plenty of bullets, bombs and killers to use them.

A world gone mad, short of World War Three.

They say that people are Waking Up.

Who are they kidding?

Still it continues.

Who is next?

Iran, Turkey, Saudi or Egypt?

 

 

 

 

8^TH Son

In memory of the Sunny VIII P-51 Mustang crashes

Jimmy Boom Semtex and other writers/poets/authors

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FADE INTO FOCUS, FOCUS INTO FADE SKEWARD IMAGES A NATION IN FLAMES By Nick Armbrister Early Books

FADE INTO FOCUS, FOCUS INTO FADE

SKEWARD IMAGES

A NATION IN FLAMES

                                          By Nick Armbrister

Early Books

JOYS OF BEER

Let’s get drunk and have a laugh with lots of beer.

Any type will do because it’s the water of God,

life would grind to a halt if it wasn’t for our ale.

We sing its praises in a dozen pubs with a dozen pints.

Our talk is bollocks and all things insane in our crazy night

out on Oldham town.

As our night draws to a close we stumble about in a crazy swirling

world of beer, bollocks and bullshit, soon to be beer corpses.

TRASHY TV

Take a step back to the time of trashy TV and throw away heroes that became icons of a decade,

that decade is the eighties and techno services like Airwolf and Knightrider via The A-Team and Streethawk fried our brains,

the brainless audience, kids on speed and rat piss beer.

Now twenty years on, modern day counterparts are drab by comparison in the politically correct 21^st century.

Nothing can reunite us with the past but the crappy series remain of trashy TV from a trashy decade.

TRAPPED IN A SUPERMARKET

I don’t know how I got here but here I am trapped in a supermarket,

it’s long after dark as I walk down aisles packed with tins and boxes,

long shadows leap from dark corners as I struggle to see in the subdued lighting.

Feeling hungry I eat a Mars bar. I find the liquor and break open some vodka to ease my mind,

I stop and look for a way out but there is none, I’ll have to wait while morning and the first customers,

I do hope I’m not caught when the staff come to work. I still can’t remember how I came to be here trapped like a rat in a trap;

my vodka will help pass the dark hours.

Europa 2 - The True Cost of War By Nick Armbrister, Andy N

Europa 2 - The True Cost of War

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This new ebook collection of work by Andy N and Nick Armbrister as well as a follow up to 2014’s Europa is as much a sequel to their previous book but is also a different way of looking at real life stories featuring ordinary people and conflict with stories ranging from World War I up to the present day. All of these poems are uncompromising, mixing the shocking with the unseen consolidating work filling words from deep, bleak times producing hope for the future from lessons learnt in the past.

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***ONLY ON LULU.COM*** For adults only. This story is a satire based upon current world events. From a front line Neo Soviet bunker manned by crack troops to Allied spies on the streets of Moscow, via fierce air battles and erotic fun in weapon factories, modern war is the way forward. There is killing but also sex. From gay Neo Soviet soldiers partying and drinking stolen officer's vodka in their bunker to undercover spies in their Moscow apartment and fun in a nuclear bomb factory, it all happens here. This story is a snapshot of World War 3. With an insane twist. Will the Neo Soviet Russian leader, Pug (a character based on Putin himself), control the world or destroy it, before his mistress beats him to death?

Europa – in the dark valley between the world wars Out of the total darkness came a light brighter than infinite suns... Poetry on women (and men) in conflict Nick Armbrister And Andy N

Europa – in the dark valley

between the world wars

Out of the total darkness came a light brighter than infinite suns...

Poetry on women (and men) in conflict

Nick Armbrister

And

Andy N

She Defeated Death

She should have left the city when the chance was there.                                                                                         Before the Nazis came, closing the noose.                                                                                                        She has so many regrets, except on her actions.                                                                                                     Now she's at the wall, the reasons crystal clear to her.                                                                                                            Some things are priceless, unique.                                                                                     Like you my dear, now against the wall.                                                                                            Your dark brown locks hang by your shoulders,                                                                                       your pretty eyes scan the heavens, still defiant.                                                                                                                        Your lovely beautiful face stern.                                                                                                     With death bearing down upon you, victory is yours.                                                                           Crack go the rifles.                                                                                                                   Your murder witnessed by the shot down RAF airman.                                                                                                                                                                                                           You, the heroine, when the others were silent.                                                                            Imagine your legacy and what you stand for fifty years from now.                                                                              That matters.                                                                                                                        Though I don't know your name, I remember you and what you died for.

(dedicated to an unnamed woman that a shot down RAF airman saw executed by the Nazis)

Suck-a-bum The CEO of Ficklepage...

Suck-a-bum

The CEO of Ficklepage sucked me off

I fell foul of his rules when I posted a rude poem.

Not being able to post, poke, message or slander.

Now you can imagine that I was pissed.

I went underground, dropping off the grid.

I turned up with a big fuck off shot gun at his house.

Whose house, you ask?

You know who.

You all use his social media site for ‘fun’.

Just like I’m part Swiss and French and do that.

What’s that?

Shave my balls to chamber music!

But that’s another story.

Right now, my loaded shotgun is pointed at his head.

Who you ask?

The boss of Ficklepage.

He’s nibbling my bell end and tickling my balls.

It feels oh so fucking good!

Don’t stop bitch!

I’ve a Bowden cable rigged up to blow your head off.

Make sure you please me.

Or die.

Then unblock me so I can post this poem and slander you.

You who suck me, named Suck-a-bum.

Though you aint touching my bum.

Just my cock, you blowjob shallow bastard fake smug twat.

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THE ROOM IN THE MOUNTAIN

At the base of the mountain rests a massive six-foot thick steel door that hides so many secrets behind the cold metal.

Built in the dying days of the 20^th century this secret room houses long forgotten strangers from the past; frozen in nitrogen in this cryogenic world are the dead who will one day awake.

Now in the 23^rd century the door has been breached and the contents have been seen by the world.

In tubes of glass and in temperature-controlled freezers they lie with the same expression on their faces as the day they died.

ALL ALONE

The pussycat remembers back to only yesterday

when she used to run and chase her feline friend.

But that’s just a sad memory now as she sits all alone

and remembers what had once been.

Years of fun and enjoyment ended abruptly

after the car mercilessly killed Tigger.

Now pining little Chocolate Drop

has no friend, only pain.

COLOURS

COLOURS

A dozen fragile dots of green lift up from the earth to soar up into the blue.

Climbing higher and higher in great steep spirals they chase a hundred silver blobs shimmering under the yellow summer sun, in the deep blue viridian blue.

Red suns of burning fire cling to the dancing green shapes as if not to fall off.

When green meets silver it’s for a fleeting moment that sometimes ends in a huge yellow flash, often both colours are no more.

The silver blobs leave huge white gossamer trails across the heavens,

a trail of water vapour challenging the green dots with their might: come and get me!

FADE INTO FOCUS, FOCUS INTO FADE SKEWARD IMAGES A NATION IN FLAMES By Nick Armbrister Early Books

FADE INTO FOCUS, FOCUS INTO FADE

SKEWARD IMAGES

A NATION IN FLAMES

                                          By Nick Armbrister

Early Books

£4.88

Your body was found dead in your flat, three months gone and smelling like hell.

They came and took you away, to the morgue downtown, an unhappy place.

Clearing your flat they found £4.88, not much to show for a lonely death.

Always on your own, eternally in death. How sad no one will see you buried, a pauper’s death, the undertaker the only witness at this solemn occasion.

C’mon, c’mon, wake up and shout: “Where’s my lost love? Where are my old mates?”

When you’re gone you’ll be just a corpse, a rotting corpse pushing up daisies.

How sad to be alone especially in death, a forgotten man, thrown away just like the rubbish

 

REMAIN

Huge solid mountain, a tower of strength before me, so frail am I in your presence.

My mind recoils in chaos as you are a picture of order, everlasting.

I am temporary, on my way out as my star sinks down towards the black depths.

Can’t fate rescue me and purge my world of sorrow, so I don’t suffer for eternity?

Let me be a mountain so everlasting and a monolith to the earth,

a picture of order and frail no more

but human I am and destined to remain.

TROPHY

Some girls collect men like trophies, fashion accessories to show their friends.

Am I such a trophy for you to say that you are with a Goth?

I think yes but I’m not in your head, so I keep my views in my head, just for me.

When will you find someone to replace me, as you trade in an old car for a nice new one?

Another trophy to show your mates, you a typical girl in her twenties, of the scally generation.

SPACE

Looking at our people from outer space, what would an alien think?

We create, we kill, we love, we hate – two extremes of madness, unbelievable life.

A collage of facts shaping our daily lives.

How do others view me and my actions in this, the life of a new century?

Time gives me a few years to do all I can and to try my best.

I trust life to give me a good hand of cards but is it so?

I can’t answer that – my Gothic ways take me onwards – 

into all that is weird and wonderful in my dark world.

Jimmy Boom Semtex and Saurabh pant​ Coffee Times

Jimmy Boom Semtex and Saurabh pant​

Coffee Times
As I sit here drinking my coffee I think back
to the other times that I’ve had coffee.
Thinking of the people I shared one with.
Who were they, where are they now?

There was a writer friend I once knew.
We talked books, life and how we’re the same
to everybody else over a coffee at Sainsbury’s.
Her legacy to me is Word of the Day.
I read every single word and learn its meaning.

And someone whom I should never of met.
A gal from a distance away who caused me such stress.
I never knew such falling outs nor rows or conflict.
She drank vanilla latte with chocolate shavings on top.
She wasn’t minted to fuck!

What of that lithe little lady with the witty personality?
She really adored me and always beheld me, in a good way.
Urged me to always take care, no matter what.
Her husband didn’t approve of our friendship.
Maybe he should have had coffee with us so we could talk?

Not to forget all the others I wanted to have a brew with.
Sometimes an innocent drink to chill over.
Other times a seductive one to have my way with them.
Varied reasons varied people now gone where?
Do they remember me when they drink their coffee?

Now I’m in Manila and I drink mine.
Enjoying Nescafe Blend and Brew as I write this.
And think how good it is that we all like coffee.
Good coffee not the decaf crap served by wannabes!

Coffee Times (by Saurabh Pant)
Coffee table welcomes us back.
The place where it all began!
My heart goes for you once more!
When you chirruped over my win.

Gold seems expired now.
We drank it out with our coffee sips!
I remember holding your hands!
You were so close on those glossy trips.

My dreams whispered your name sometimes.
A forest of emptiness appears now!
The crackling fire smokes complete intensity of your love.
Your touch was so soft somehow.

The grazes of your bites relish joy!
Your hands in mine play tricks!
Our kissing leisure together came back once more.
Coffee table waits for our love, the world changing mind's flicks...

FROM THE BOOK OUT IN 2017

8TH Son
In memory of the Sunny VIII P-51 Mustang crashes

Jimmy Boom Semtex and other writers/poets/authors

NEW POEM PROJECT... book is out in 2017

NEW POEM PROJECT...

book is out in 2017

8TH Son 
In memory of the Sunny VIII P-51 Mustang crashes

Jimmy Boom Semtex and other writers/poets/authors

Jimmy Boom Semtex, Cherry Poetry Padecio and Chareza Padecio

Wow
I’m not feeling good
You left one
I’ll post that that with the picture
Are we really going to do
that poem now?
You do the poem
and then I’ll post it
That means a lily flower
She got that name from
a book she read
Beauty, one time moment
Where in three centuries
Words carved in stone
Now sand memories where?