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Nick Armbrister is a writer from the Grim North. He writes gritty and funny poetry on many topics. This new ebook includes work on illness, romance, death, life and tattoos. His interests include alternative music, tattoos, aircraft, reading and paganism. His poetry covers these and other topics. This book is a unique collection of alternative poetry which are both memorable and funny. Check out book 2.
Lancaster Lady
You remind me of the pretty young ladies who used to
make Lancaster’s at Avro’s.
They always smiled.
Even though half of their magnificent aeroplanes fell
in flames over Germany.
Tens of thousand of men lost.
Many aircrew had sweethearts building the Lancs.
Their smiles died forever when war stole them.
I know you aren't such a lady, are you?
Or are you my dear lady?
We work in a bakery making cakes.
I’d love to see you smile.
Your prettiness would illuminate my night sky
and I’d always safely return home to you my dear lady.
Are you the lady who built my Lancaster?
You’re forever my English rose.
Your beauty will never fade nor your light ever dim.
Let’s go to a real English pub together.
Just us my dear lady.
Panda Party
It's 16.40 and we sit in my armour plated Fiat Panda
car
under the ground drinking beer and partying.
What joy!
The stereo plays old music tapes of Goth, metal and
80s tunes.
We've lots of beer and pizza to consume.
Two pretty gals have joined us for a laugh.
One sucks my dick and groans in delight.
I open a new beer and lean back in the passenger seat.
My mate is in the back with a brunette.
Quietly they fuck.
I glance over and smile.
That's how to do it.
My bullet proof car is party central.
No longer a driveable vehicle,
a unique underground venue for getting it on.
Hell! I'm coming.
Nearly time for a shag!
Then more ale and swapping partners.
Party all night till 06.00 when we sleep.
Bring it on!
Memory Hole
Fall into my memory hole
and get lost in the stars.
We glide in the ether
becoming a permanent element.
Noble gas born out of nothing,
forming fire and making
something.
Becoming star children.
Memories of stars.
Sacred Dream
You can’t steal my dream.
You can take everything I’ve got
but you can’t steal my dream.
I keep this dream alive thru the years.
It belongs to me, me alone.
Material things are a false God,
not for me.
My dream is my path.
My path my dream.
You can take all my stuff but never my dream.
Not ever.
My sacred dream.
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