Sunday, 29 November 2020

release early 21. MAJOR INSOMNIA CORPORAL SLEEP Nick Armbrister and other writers

 Lateral Deviations

Reach up into the sky grab a better tomorrow

For your today was only just ok

You can do better than this

In all your ways of being

But you decided not to

Why exactly is that?

Things of being

Here, there

Within






Plastique

The lady threw a plastic tit at the man

He'd asked her where his razor was

Don't ask stupid questions silly man!

I used your razor to shave my pussy

Go feed our baby he's hungry

Then we can make him a sister

So he won't be alone




Bonk Bonk

They went at it like skool kids

Teenage adrenalin injection

Took three decades off them

She did in fact look good

But even hotter back then

They all wanted her

Few got her but they were

Chosen and never forgot

Not even three decades later

What took place back then

One Thousand Plastic Trinkets Nick Armbrister poems out now

 




Written Or Spoken

We write for the reason of writing. Name it more or less than that. The simple reason of writing. To write. Whether it's a shopping list or an epic novel. Words down on paper. Simple and important.

Words said to a hit man. On who to rub out. An amount of cash agreed. A deed done. A boss who doesn't listen. Sending the company into the red. Time to leave before court case and jail.

Whispered incantations to a Goddess or God of your choice. For love or hate. Your choice. Did you get what you wanted? Or do only you and your deity know? Aliens communicating in images equal words.

Wireless commands through the ether. Picked up by spies, allies and enemies alike. Numbers on the radio. Voice mails to yourself. Are you mad? No, you've no friends and enjoy your own voice.

Wave understood. Bike gang changes formation and forms up. Ready to attack. Graphic health warning for rednecks. Hunting rifles versus machine pistols. Who will win? Only words. Spoken or written.

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Back in a very different kind of trench, Europa IV – the long night goodbye looks at war and the costs of life again with an art-brush with an accessibly that takes you in the middle of the conflict, before and after and will leave an indelible impact on readers. Europa IV – the long night goodbye looks at the effect of life before and afterwards and takes the reader on snapshots covering Grief and Depression to Peace and Acceptance and everything that comes in-between. Europa IV – the long night goodbye is a moving and powerful collection of poems taking you into the lives of soldiers, nurses, mothers, fathers and children all caught in various crossfires and offer a blend of voices within the two authors that is unique and profoundly moving often within the same poem. This is the ebook version with added poems.


                                                        

                                                           Heroic II

 

Trying to guide yourself

Into an emotional closure

Even the rain gave up

Trying that night

When the first bomb landed

Masking all of your problems into dust.



Photos

 

The memorials showed the photos of each soldier killed

Cut down by enemy fire be it bullets or rockets

Two hundred dead in Poltava

Five hundred and fifty from Dnipro

Adding to the ten thousand plus dead

Made up of military and civilian lives

Each one forever a life taken

Each a unique story

A unique death

Big brother Russia turned on Ukraine

Putin took his time plotting and planning

His choice was an almost easy kill…

…or was it?




Saturday, 21 November 2020

One Thousand Plastic Trinkets poems

 One Thousand Plastic Trinkets

Nick Armbrister

The subtle power and intense imagination in these poems will certainly appeal to all readers. No doubt, the wealth of imagination and deeply inspired poetic fancy in these poems are quite remarkable.


Dancing with Joan Jett
Dancing close with Joan Jett is so wild, it’s 1988 and we go head to head. I’m the teen kid by the juke box and she is my wet dream in black leather, one foot in front of me. Pure bloody ecstasy. Garage music blares out of the speakers and we spin around, my arm catching her waist. Closer we draw; a kiss. First of many.
Joan and Nick. Who would have thought it? Rock n roll music heroine meets a Lancashire lad in an intimate spit and sawdust gig venue in a nameless town. It happened, was happening now. 25 July 1989. A day before I was eighteen.
By chance I got her gig ticket, last minute rush. Left my crap job and mental northern town and took the train to see Her, Joan Jett. My teen rock goddess singing live. How many guys wanted a piece of her? And a few gals too. Black leather, boots and an awfully short skirt...


Age 16…
U for Underwear. I dreamt of you in your underwear. You looked very alluring and I wanted you. You tickled my fancy and the rest is history. Full of clichés just like you. So sexy in your underwear. I imagine how you'll look out of it. I'll peel it off you so you're naked. Then I'll kiss you all over especially between your legs. Oh what joy when you cum over my face! Then we'll make love and cum together. My seed in you. Us doing unbelievable things. But then I woke up alone with a huge hard on! And where were you my underwear girl? It was just a reverie.


Two Millimetres (dedicated to the world's chefs and associated staff)
It takes a special person to work in a restaurant's kitchen.
A narcissist.
Not just being able to cook or having a passion for food.
Some learn it, the best are born with it.
Head Chef, is it lonely at the top?
Join your team and drink wine.

Even the dishwasher is important.
You make culinary cuisine a science.
Forks spaced two millimetres apart, measured by ruler.
Your white restaurant is so minimalist.
Like a rocket design laboratory.
What do you go through to get that top award?
Used, abused, make the fucking food!

If it's not perfect you must throw it away.
Fish scallops exactly two millimetres thick.
Yet so many people starve on London's streets

.
The art you create s gone in thirty years
unless caught in a picture book.

Why must you be such a bad arse,
always swearing and being bossy?
Who bosses you about?
Your rival hates you but needs you.
As you do him.

He says you are the best.
The Head Chef is like God.
Is that a role you want?
Chef, you exist in a world where you have to trust.
They're your family.
You can't do it alone.

Friday, 20 November 2020

OUT NOW One Thousand Plastic Trinkets Nick Armbrister

 



well then. my 1st ever published book by a traditional publisher. there you go. in 24 years of writing hehehehe. here we go. see what you think...

published in india too


OUT NOW One Thousand Plastic Trinkets
Nick Armbrister

The subtle power and intense imagination in these poems will certainly appeal to all readers. No doubt, the wealth of imagination and deeply inspired poetic fancy in these poems are quite remarkable.


https://www.amazon.com/dp/8194827191

Tuesday, 17 November 2020

Blow Me Down Erotic Nick Armbrister

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 Blow Me Down Erotic


Nick Armbrister

junk in lower case
the girl sounded hot on the phone
she was asked what job she wanted to do
she replied anything...
...high class hooker was one offer
she declined that after thinking
then added i'm a back to front gal
so what can you do for me?
the guy paused for thought
and looked her up and down
then nodded for she was just right
she fit the picture and was the picture
a new model was needed
not just anyone you understand
this model needed to be really cool
an open minded gal with no inhibitions
we'll start right now and see how you do
in no time she was posing a killer pose
letting it all hang out with no issue nor slight
it went fast from there like you wouldn't believe
she ended up owning the set, the show, the art
she was the picture, art became her an empire
and more from initial beginnings to owning the world
here she was queen princess whore lover mother and more
what she said went down for the job was her her her
it was amazing how one could profit from their situation
end up owning it like she did and this was her
an example to us all the little people to succeed
for she thrived in the oldest trade one thousand years old
which had as many names and pleasures
from the lowliest peasant in the field
to the wealthiest prince in his ivory castle
the result was the same as was the feelings
be it art or blue movies or cock enhancement
the oldest trade known to man and woman and ?
everybody was getting it on and it sure felt good
this lady was just the latest in a long line
many more would follow...



Forbidden
What sensual things to write today?
Who or what will inspire me?
An electric shock to the testicles
Big bouncing tits with pierced nipples
Pussies that are half bald and half dyed purple
Painted nails the colour of burnt orange
Cuts in faded jeans displaying a bit of leg
The right thoughts of my friend's wife
Being a slave to the wrong sexual system
Women throwing their wet panties at a goth gig
Rude message left on my answer machine
Artfully tattooed thighs in tight hot pants
The come on signal from a single girl
Exotic girls in a distant foreign land
Being talked dirty to by a total stranger
A hot lady too busy doing what
Used sex toys still lying around
Secretly viewing two people fucking
Knowing where the pop bottle's been
Watching high quality blue movies
Open minded female friends with benefits
Jointly flirting at the right moment
Going to a strip club with your first cousin
Crossed shapely legs in a short skirt
A smile that lasts seconds too long
Shaving my balls to chamber music
Getting a blow job while driving my car
A massage with scented oil and all the extras
All this and more will inspire me this day



Jealous Boyfriend
The sexy tattooed gal had a secret male admirer
Who wasn't so secret because all knew
He did nude sketches of his love interest
How he thought she looked undressed
He emailed her these images and she was thrilled
But her jealous partner went fucking ballistic
He was an MMA fighter and a handy lad
This didn't put off the artist guy it drove him
He drew his lady three times a day
Each image was an erotic masterpiece
His mate suggested a crazy thing
Why didn't he go to the house
And shove his cock thru the letter box!
That is what he actually did
He popped his big hard tool in
And for his reward he got a reaction
Not a round house kick to the head
Off the unstable jealous alpha male partner
No but a blow job off the said guy
How was that possible?
Had the guy bated the artist for this moment?
Using his sexy inked lady as bait?