Old Rocks

Old Rocks 
The rocks of the mountain 
Are millions of years old
And have seen so many things
Like great upheavals
And fossils laid down
Uplifted from the ocean bed
Three miles high
Along with minerals and wealth
Adding to economic growth
Natural recourses in danger
Human greed burning bright
What existed for millions
Now reduced in decades
Some are out of reach
For now till tech improves
Mountains will crumble
Quarries devouring hills
Old rocks petering out

English Mountain Man

English Mountain Man

The English mountain man just died

He was a legend in his own time

The quaint little chapel by the hill was full

His remaining contemporary and friend was there

Paying his respects like the others

Remembering a man who was of the high ground

Tho he was down to earth and a peoples' person

The stone walls he built were straighter and just right

His solid legacy which will last forever

Long after his body is taken back to Nature

His home was below the mountains

Where he worked his entire life

From down the mine to the limestone quarry

To maintaining his part of road

Near his small farm with land and animals

And finally building stonewalls that amazed everyone

From fellow farmers to visiting hikers

I'd love to go back in time and meet him

One of England's last mountain men

Have a beer with him and listen to his stories

A man from a time and history now gone

I will always remember the mountain man

Especially when climbing his mountain...

REBEL JET

REBEL JET

Forty years after its birth the rebel F-20 is an angel of the sky.

Purple in colour to blind its enemy’s eyes, it has laser weapons

and thrust-vectored engines controlled by thought.

This is the craft for mercenaries flown by the daring

and 21^st century knights into battle –

they fight for the new republic and the ancient rebel way

against an old royal enemy as deadly as the devil.

info on my new book project

the book is called

Upside Fucking Down in a Blazing Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More by Nick Armbrister

and will be out late 2020

heres a poem

Man Living in the Dustbin

There is a man who lives in a trash can

He’s a funny old character

Telling jokes and dancing a gig

Always happy and funky

He’s become a legend in his head

Something bigger than nothing

Following you to the store

And saying Hi then turning to go

Hoping you follow him

Then give him kindness

A sausage roll or bottled beer

The dustbin man who we see

Wondering why he lives this way

Sleeping in the bin his home

Very cosy if he ay say so

His dustbin down the alleyway

Where nobody will bug him

An ideal example of humanity

Living with a smile in his head

And setting the example

To always smile :)

Eventful War Nick Armbrister poem

They equipped him with a rifle so shoot far and wide

They equipped him with a boots to march onward in enemy lands

They equipped him with a uniform to represent his country

They equipped him with a sack of grenades to blow bunkers

They equipped him with a steel helmet for protection from shrapnel

They equipped him with a long bayonet for close quarters combat

They equipped him with a radio to receive orders from headquarters

They equipped him with a cigarette ration for you’ll soon be smoking

They equipped him with a box of condoms to protect his rifle and penis

They equipped him with a varied meal menu of Iron Rations of beef or pork