Soldiers to Ground

Soldiers to Ground

Old artefacts buried in the ground

Left over from the war

Now nothing but unwanted scrap metal

Slowly rusting away and losing their story

Once it was important but now?

For these metal things belonged to someone

Long ago from a different time and place

Old coins from Italy and Germany and Russia

Rusty bayonets from long gone soldiers

Bent rifles silent from past battles

Belt buckles and buttons from soldiers no more

Bent tin plates with knives and forks

Decaying ration packs from a last meal

All this and more from a ghost army

Now no longer occupying a nation

Or waiting for an attack that came

Rooting them out and killing most

Some who still remain here somewhere?

Along with their old historical finds

Silently part of history almost a century ago

Now a few dedicated historians look and dig

To preserve the past and tell the story

Manchester Bomber Wreck

Is this actually possible? Considering so few pf the planes were built... i dunno...

Manchester Bomber Wreck

Manchester bomber rotting away

Different than it was before

Holes in the surface skin

Many pieces missing

Broken in two

Separated by many feet

Engines fallen free

Skeletons of the crew inside

Unknown war grave except to them

Who haunt their lost bomber

Lying under the sea bed

To them they’re still flying

In the sky above enemy territory

Fighting for their lives

With a faulty engine

Not actually on fire

Then the flak hit them

Damaging the tail unit

Followed by an enemy fighter

Who shoots them full of holes

And kills the Flight Engineer

Hitting him with a 20mm cannon shell

But not before the gunners

Down the Nazi night fighter

The crippled bomber flies on

Slowly losing height

They’ll never reach the target

Nor return home to England

So drop their bombs on a small town

Unknowingly killing dozens

Four tons of bombs will do that

The Manchester bomber wasn’t fired on again

Losing height was the enemy

They decided what to do and drew lots

Bail out or ditch in the sea?

They decided to ditch

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It was almost dawn

And the horizon lit up

They should of made it

But the faulty engine finally died

The bomber stalled and dug a wing in

It cartwheeled over the sea

Broke in two and sank

All aboard were knocked out

And taken to a watery grave

Unknown to the world except themselves

The only remaining Manchester bomber

new book progress a few poem samples

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

new book almost half done

here are a few poem samples

How prepared are they for the war which will arrive?

Those in control will resist change and fight like demons

War will scorch everything directly and indirectly

What if those who wanted change lose direction?

What if they simply lose and nothing changes?

What if all this was indeed fake?

"Remember me that way. From before.

For where we are going..."

The guy smiled and touched her shoulder,

"We were really something, weren't we?"

She solemnly nodded

He looked away...

Never making it big

Till he was seen

Eating a meal in the canteen

'I can do wonders with your face...'

The words of the guide

Who set in motion events

Along with an antique bike jacket

For food he raids the food waste bins

And drinks from a nearby stream

The perfect hobo tramp vagrant life

Almost as good as sleeping under a bridge

Or in an abandoned car

nature haiku

Nature is my mum/Mother to all sacred things/I belong to you

Era's Icon

Era's Icon

The man had a certain look

He worked in films

Doing hundreds of roles

Never making it big

Till he was seen

Eating a meal in the canteen

'I can do wonders with your face...'

The words of the guide

Who set in motion events

Something more than special

Creating the icon of the era

The Stein was brought to life

Becoming more than a B-Movie

Or image in words

Lifted from the page

Boris Karloff became the best

Nobody had those looks

Or presence on screen

Or a hundred other attributes

The icon on which others were judged

Now remembered in film

In art and tattoos

The best of the best...

...Frankenstein

It all started with a meal

And those words:

'I can do wonders with your face...' 

Alien Crash and Burn

Alien Crash and Burn

The words came to the girl one after the other

She described what had happened to her

She was in the field with her sister

Then a huge noise, a bright white light and silence

Along with a feeling of weightlessness

She awoke much later

But how long?

It felt like she'd been napping

But in reality it was centuries of her time

She went thru step by step

It was a tall story but her listeners listened

They asked for evidence other than words

She said read her mind

They did so and knew her inside

They asked do you have any item?

She nodded and showed them a rock

It looked like any other rock

That was her evidence

Its chemical matrix was off world

From somewhere else

It wasn't a meteor or from Mars

Her questioners became convinced

They showed her a star chart

It was a big one for a vast universe

The scientists wanted the technology

They planned to find her secrets

And put together a mission

She would be made to lead it

The aliens would find out

Just what humans were really like