Riga Electric (version)

 Riga Electric (version)

Riga flew her disc she had a job to do

There was a power station

It powered weapons factories

Turn off the juice and they couldn’t make missiles

The power station was medium size with four generation points

Oil provided the first line of use to turbines to produce electricity

If this system went out there was a backup coal system

Riga knew that by taking out any part of this would render it inoperable

She hovered a thousand feet over the site invisible

She studied the facility

She powered up the laser and chose a pink beam

On the screen a red target cross

She moved this with a hand controller

Riga made her craft visible

Now people would see her against the clouds

A silver disc

Alien but Earth like

She waited to be noticed

Workers stood in the yard and pointed

To the oil storage tanks

With a click of the control the laser fired

An intense pink beam lit up

Metal glowed and melted

Oil combusted and burst into flames

Bright yellow fire and black smoke coiled up

Sarah Bloodhound

Sarah Bloodhound

Sarah was in the English Army weapons factory. She was on a mission to plant an explosive charge. She was side tracked by an incredible sight. There in a large room was a missile. It was a huge Bloodhound SAM. Surface to air missile. An old weapon yet still dangerous. This one was being modernized. Sarah stood there staring at it. It was a pointy long cylinder with wicked looking fins and small wings on it. Like these had been added as an after thought. They these had purpose. To guide the missile to it's target. Several rockets were fitted at the rear. These would propel it skywards. A single main engine then took over. This thing was twice as old as Sarah. It was painted dark green with yellow writing on it. It looked almost like a lizard or a robot. Or a lizard robot. IT that was possible. What was the English Army doing with this? Sarah had many questions and few answers. She took off her back pack. It was heavy and contained fifteen kilos of mixed explosive. She'd made this herself. The original target was the weapon store. This was better though. Sarah knew this thing was armed. Her own bomb would trigger the main warhead and flatten most of the base. How big was the warhead in the missile? She didn't know. Sarah lifted the bag flap and fiddled what the the detonator. With a flick she set it to two minutes. Then shook her head. A minute!  She hid it under the rear fins and lower rocket engines. Looking about Sarah ran from the room. That would be the first to blow! All the computers and test equipment would cease to be. Sarah smirked and turned left down the corridor. An emergency exit led above ground. She followed it and kicked the door open. Alarms and lights went off. It was defeating! Shouting came from behind her. Sarah took her pistol from her pocket and left the access tunnel. There was a treeline twenty yards away. Not stopping she sprinted to it. Just then the ground shook under her feet like an earthquake. Her bomb went off as did the missile warhead. Sarah leapt behind a tree as flames blasted out of the open steel door. The ground shook three times and detonations kicked the earth. She covered her ears and held her breath. Nobody followed her. She shook her head. Nothing would survive that. The weapon store would be toast. As would the fifty or more technicians, guards and soldiers down there. Sarah caught her breath and watched orange flames and black smoke leave the partly collapsed doorway and crater. Dig your way out of that wankers!. It was still a mystery who the missile would target. Maybe it would be her home city like the Russians did in Ukraine? What went up came down with a big bang. Or did before she blew it to Hell! Sarah got her radio and sent John and Lee a single code word. Wool. Mission successful. She would hide in the woods and return home at dark. That had been easy! Bring on the hard missions...

Riga Pedro gal

Riga Pedro Gal

Some stories need to be told. Do you have such a story? I've several like that. Will the world judge if they are? One is about a gal I met in the army. She was a Level 2 sniper. This means she used a rifle with night and bad weather and indirect sights. Could shoot over hills. I was a mail man. I ran the base post office. Even in the digital age post was looked forward to. Digital comms could be hacked. Even military grade. Post was monitored and censored. Was it every letter or random? They never said. That kept us all guessing. The enemy included. As for the gal she took me shooting. We hiked into the jungle. She knew the way. There was no path. The rocks were magnetic and hindered enemy drones and scanners. Or so she said. We made love under the trees. These were Asian mahogany trees. Fifty metres or more tall and two round the base. She was intense. I'd not seen that type of energy since Riga. Riga was different. This one was named Lisa. She was aimed for battle being a sniper and more. Some things she never said. Yet she said others. Some were secret. Or were with my level of military understanding. She told me of new guns and of ammo with just the bullet. The charge was in the bullet base. She would be able to carry double the load. Double her kills. This was said as a fact. I knew not to fuck with her but we did fuck. Many times.  We screwed by a pool then swam. I cooked wild rabbit I snared with fresh potatoes and tomatoes. My skills were good. After eating we made love and then fired her mid size rifle. It was easy to use. She taught me. Don't put the sight to your face or your face will be marked. Even with a bump stock. No rush. Breath focus aim. My third shot was on target. Unlike her first. There and with me. We did other things too. Those don't matter. Later she was posted away. Always on operations. Like I was with the mail. Posted here and there with the troops. Regular troops not SpecFor unlike Lisa. Her location was secret for a reason. I wondered when would we meet again? Would she surprise me as Riga often did? Speaking of her how was she? She owed me a message. I had mail to do. I still wondered. Was every letter censored? I'd write both gals. Send Riga a letter and also my new one Lisa. Lisa's letter would wait till she was back. Such was the life of an army mail man.

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Riga no reply

Riga No Reply

Riga got an email from Pedro

He’d gotten into difficulties in Dassault

She read the email three times to understand

As usual she never replied it was her way

His supervisor didn’t like him and reported him

This happened four times! What bullshit

Pedro explained each of the reasons

It was all bullshit yet he’d been nailed on it

The reasons and why didn’t matter

Riga knew her ex was a survivor like her

He loved planes and making them

There were other technician jobs

Lockheed Martin was hiring skilled techs

For their F-35 and unmanned drones

Pedro said he was taking six months out

He would hike Africa, Taiwan and Russia

Interesting remote risky places

Riga almost wished she was with him

Six months was a long time

And she had her IT business to run

She dismissed saying she would go

Best let him find his own way

He was the same as Riga there

Riga went back to writing new code

For a dead line job that’d pay well

She would buy a new bike

And tour the US for two weeks

Riga no reply

Riga No Reply

Riga got an email from Pedro

He’d gotten into difficulties in Dassault

She read the email three times to understand

As usual she never replied it was her way

His supervisor didn’t like him and reported him

This happened four times! What bullshit

Pedro explained each of the reasons

It was all bullshit yet he’d been nailed on it

The reasons and why didn’t matter

Riga knew her ex was a survivor like her

He loved planes and making them

There were other technician jobs

Lockheed Martin was hiring skilled techs

For their F-35 and unmanned drones

Pedro said he was taking six months out

He would hike Africa, Taiwan and Russia

Interesting remote risky places

Riga almost wished she was with him

Six months was a long time

And she had her IT business to run

She dismissed saying she would go

Best let him find his own way

He was the same as Riga there

Riga went back to writing new code

For a dead line job that’d pay well

She would buy a new bike

And tour the US for two weeks

company review

**Company Review**

This is my review of the call centre company where I work. A mid-sized call centre occupying several floors in a modern tower block. I work on a soulless boring metrics heavy account with an emotionless robot-like team leader. He gives out NTEs like giving dog biscuits to a dog. I’m not doing tricks. Instead I’m getting QA 0 Auto Fail mark downs from the bastards in the QA dept on Floor 19. Everybody fucking hates them! We get 8 or 10 call evals a month we need to pass. Most companies only have 5. It doesn’t matter if you get maximum CSATs in a month. Get 1 or 2 QA 0s and you get no bonus that month. This happened to me a couple of times. Top CSAT scorer yet I got 2x QA 0s in June and 1x QQ 0 in July. 3x QA 0s and 3x NTEs. I got nothing in the unfair metrics heavy system. MY TL gives out a single NTE to every QA 0. I call the NTEs love letters. There is a 4-month cleansing period. If I get another QA 0/NTE I will be on Level 3 warning. I’m on Level 2 now. And a further NTE will mean Level 4 and fired from the company. I will go to a rival BPO then and apply at 3 a week. I have 9 years’ experience and feel I do good in my calls yet loath the QA side of the job. I was off work a week with bad gout. Will my robot TL give me an NTE for being out? Here’s the scripts, med cert and back to work form. Give me an NTE? I’ll do a DOLE case! Another complaint in my job is the low basic pay of only 17k a month. 24k in all. It’s not all bad. I have some good friends there and met a flirt. What will the next few weeks bring? I’ll see and be ready…

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bike choices

Bike Choices

They pester me to buy a bicycle. They all own one. Some of them are quite nifty with good features. I do like them and would get one. The reason I don't get one is due to my situ. I live by the main road. This is busy 24/7. From mopeds to cars to ten wheel trucks. Me on my bike wouldn't fair too well with any of these. Even the smallest moped is faster than me.  Rather than risk an early death I either walk or take the bus. It's safer on my limbs and conscience. Take my friend Archie. He had one of those carbon fiber racing bikes with no brakes. That thing cost a grand! His funeral cost five times that. All because he couldn't stop in time to avoid the milk float that pulled into the road. He was going too fast to avoid it. I miss my friend but question his sanity and lust for speed. He was a racer and had several trophies. The road is different than the track. Death is death however you go. A milk float doing 12 miles per hour cannot avoid a racing bicycle doing forty five. I saw his body. He looked calm. Even if half his chest was crushed. This is why I won't get a bike. Call me old or slow or sensible. My choice is right for me. Archie paid the price for his quest of speed. I salute him for dying for his cause but this is real life. And life to me matters. Does it to you? What bike will you buy?  Please be careful.

Riga oops

Riga Oops

Riga took the chance when she could. At least in this reality. To get to know new guys. This involved ones met randomly on the bus or on the street. Some became trusted friends or lovers. Riga met one on a flight to Paris once. She was on a business trip. That was done and three days were added just to date the guy. Opportunities only came by once. Some you made happen like the trip. Others were random. Like meeting Tim in the street in Madrid. He was Dutch. Riga took him to an alternative rock bar and art gallery. Later they made love. Life was too short. When not fixing IT systems Riga was building computers. She had little time for other events. This is why she focused. If she went out to drop off a computer she kept her eyes open. Not just for robbers bit for catches. The single guy on the train strong into space. What was he thinking? Once Riga asked and was rewarded with a boyfriend. They were together three months. He was from Peru and flew back..Riga would visit one day. Riga's critical thinking skills were good on the fly. She was able to adapt and command situs. And was flattered when guys insisted the contact. This happened a few times. She was careful trusting her instincts and skills. Riga carried a small lady's pistol in her pocket. It would do the job. She practiced with it. Riga would never need it. The small gal could handle herself. This included getting what she wanted or needed. Wants and needs were different she she matched both excellently. If she needed a fit young guy to sooth her she went to the pool or gym. It was easy. Her need was to be satisfied. Not the want of a six month relationship. Both were different. Apples and oranges. Riga always knew what tondo. She was Riga.

Riga oops

Riga Oops

Riga took the chance when she could. At least in this reality. To get to know new guys. This involved ones met randomly on the bus or on the street. Some became trusted friends or lovers. Riga met one on a flight to Paris once. She was on a business trip. That was done and three days were added just to date the guy. Opportunities only came by once. Some you made happen like the trip. Others were random. Like meeting Tim in the street in Madrid. He was Dutch. Riga took him to an alternative rock bar and art gallery. Later they made love. Life was too short. When not fixing IT systems Riga was building computers. She had little time for other events. This is why she focused. If she went out to drop off a computer she kept her eyes open. Not just for robbers bit for catches. The single guy on the train strong into space. What was he thinking? Once Riga asked and was rewarded with a boyfriend. They were together three months. He was from Peru and flew back..Riga would visit one day. Riga's critical thinking skills were good on the fly. She was able to adapt and command situs. And was flattered when guys insisted the contact. This happened a few times. She was careful trusting her instincts and skills. Riga carried a small lady's pistol in her pocket. It would do the job. She practiced with it. Riga would never need it. The small gal could handle herself. This included getting what she wanted or needed. Wants and needs were different she she matched both excellently. If she needed a fit young guy to sooth her she went to the pool or gym. It was easy. Her need was to be satisfied. Not the want of a six month relationship. Both were different. Apples and oranges. Riga always knew what tondo. She was Riga.

forbidden sex

Forbidden Sex  

‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎In a multi coloured uniform looking so pretty   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎Tonguing my hairy balls out of pure love   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎See how he licks bites nibbles mouths   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎Every bit of my large full ball bags   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎Soon to be emptied on his uniform  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎I love a man in uniform this one is great   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎He's also good at mixing rocket fuel  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎To power rockets to fire at Saudi Arabia  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎Oh look he's now sucking my cock!  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎My love missile locked and loaded   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎Feels so clean so good so forbidden!  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎My orgasm starts deep inside   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎White cum erupts out of my big dick  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎He took me to this point of contact  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎My loins wanted him it's the uniform  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎On target it hits like cluster munitions   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎Look at my spunk dripping down it!  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎Adding colour to the blue gray pink purple  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎I seduced the bad Muslim officer  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎He runs Houthi rocket production   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎When I bugger him up his tight ass  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎Full satisfaction guaranteed for both  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎I'll garot him with piano wire  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎As my cum fills his bum hole  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎No more rocket fuel for Houthi rockets!  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎My assassination here is complete   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎RIP be with Allah and have 72 virgins  

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riga fish story and new poems

 Riga Fish

Riga was wet. She went to work. The sky opened and never closed. It drenched her. That was fine. She walked down the street wearing a two-piece bikini. The top bit was purple the lower bit green. Most of sexy little Riga was on display. Water coursed down her body. Her hair was a wet mass stuck to her back. She smiled at people rushing through the monsoon downpour. Hiding under brollies and rain coats. Here was Riga enjoying it. She danced from puddle to puddle. Walls of water shot this way and that. Her smile said it all. Others stared at her. That bizarre female. Riga dancing on the street. Wearing only a bikini. Look at her moves. Look at those lovely legs. Her small titties almost visible. Nipples sticking out though the water is warm. Several men stop and watch. Soaked to the damn skin. Fully dressed no umbrellas. Riga cavorts twirls and swirls. Her eye sparkle as she blinks away water. Many want her. Few will get her. How about Riga making love in the rain in Lisbon? Completely fucking naked.

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Let’s sky spar baby/Javelin and Scorpion/little dance above

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Armoured Door

Another dawn another night gone

More of the same down here over there

See the gal there she’s one of that kind

Good in bed no complaints there

After your money most is possible

Mutual exchange get laid for cash

Does this make her a hooker?

Very interesting on multiple points

Pop round and see her

She’ll let you fuck her

Or call the damn cops

Either way it’ll be memorable

If you knock on her armoured door

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Toffees

My TL gives out NTEs

Like Santa Claus giving out

Candy to kids

Here’s another love letter

A Level 2 warning

See you in the next company!

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Lifted Away

You’re a bus passenger

Imagine seeing the nice gal

Walking down the road

Lifted up in a beam of light

Just taken then and there

Up above will be a ship

Where will it take her?

Nobody will believe you

Riga Aerospace by Brian Von Blimp

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Join Riga in her new book. Her story continues as a galactic explorer in her flying saucer and also as a pilot. She flies planes and choppers. Feel the thrill of looping the loop and exhilaration of flight. No other joy or activity equals this. This is what Riga thinks. Climb aboard for the journey of a life time. A sharp mind and mood control is needed for planetary travel and navigating difficult flights. She finds herself in other situations too. Compare your life to Riga's. Are you her and is she you?

Riga Flowing

Riga knew some things and other things she didn't. It was the linear of time. This went forward. There was there chance of going back if certain criteria were met. There was the infinite number of realities. Which were not transferable. Unless you had the encryption key. Not even Satan or Juniper's Daughter had this. Riga certainly didn't. She understood the basics and theory. Riga had a husband in one reality. They were happy and five children. Yet in another reality only had two before parting. Yet other realities were even more profound. Fiction could not write this. For reality had no limits unlike a writer's mind. Normal people have little idea of different realities. Except when things went wrong. Or rarely went well. They wondered at the chance of their fortunes. It was all planned out. There was some control yet most things were uncontrollable. Those were left alone. Only control what you can. To most it was like trying to stop the rain. Not possible. Yet you could wear a rain coat. It took a spaceship to flow.

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Riga Humane

Her journey was the same. People living on that world. All had the same experiences. Yes, there were some differences. These were small. Bigger differences occurred when a soul was born elsewhere. This being a different alien world. Of which there were many. Many aliens were like Riga. Especially the greys. Small critical thinking. Without emotion though. Except for the one who wanted to see the ocean. Riga had been an alien being several times in her souls' existence. There was the purple ice planet she lived on twenty-five thousand years ago. Her form was different. She was small as she always was. She had no ship. One wasn't needed for she could fly. Either with her body of her mind. This skill was used only here. Different worlds had different rules. Like different Earth based nations had their own languages. Riga was one soul or being. There was a lot in the Universe. Not an infinite amount but a lot. And they lived time and again. Not just in each reality bit different ones. This was the joy of life. All living creatures existed and went to the spirit world upon death. This was the way it was. And all believed in a Creator.

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new poems

For Rent

There are a few gals I know

Who will do things with me

Use your imagination

In return they want cash

To help pay the rent

Or simply to pay for our fuck

The oldest trade there ever was

Other guys do the same

Now and again or all the time

A means to an end

If you were that gal

You would do the same

To pay the rent or for fun

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Hangarage

There I see you in the aircraft hangar

Sat there by the work bench

As I fix the old piston engine

 I see your terribly short denim skirt

And bare legs showing white panties

I look discreetly know all of you

 

Before we make love

In the spare parts store room

This is war and some things hurry

We will be fine let's get married!

Have a baby live together

Spend all our lives together

 

Not just this hour before

The war engulfs us again

You back to the radar room

I’ll fix the returning bombers

Full of holes and dead bodies

 

You feel so good

Your skin smooth

Like a warplane's skin

Like the very air itself

We don't talk just kiss feel

 

Do what we do in the back room

Before we return to the war

All my family is dead

Maybe I got you pregnant

Our precious darling legacy

In this negative evil time

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Dark Peace

Try to relax when others are going mad

Can you relax as your neighbour drills your wife?

How about when your dog kills your brother?

Or when your warehouse burns down?

When thieves steal your posh Jaguar?

And when God gives you brain cancer?

Can you relax in these situs?

I know I can't I'd jump off a cliff

And find permanent peace with Satan

 

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Allergy

Have the gift of life

For you are alive

To enjoy this life

All of it yours

With your ‘friends’

Health issues that follow

A dust allergy

Along with hay fever

Allergies to die for

Not bee stings or nuts

Just annoying daily ones

You take Chlorphenamine

Like a kid eating sweeties

Yes it stopped your sneezing

And red eyes and itchiness

For 32 years you took it

Then suddenly realized

Your liver OMG!

Like drinking each day

What if my liver is fucked?

So you went to the clinic

Got full lab tests done

Luckily you were fine

Nothing was wrong

But you stopped taking it

No more allergy tablets

Except when it was bad

You spent thousands on it

Like you had company shares!

Annoying fucking allergy

Sniff sneeze cough itch

Joyous life full of allergies

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Tapped Head

Off to see some woodpeckers

Listen to their demented tapping

On and on forever more

No bloody reloads oh fuck!

Type 92 machine gun needs

Feeding like I need a new gal

I’ll take her up there

To where history was made

Woodpecker Ridge up high

See the path on the map

Easy or hard it’ll be there

Find me a woodpecker babe

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Riga Hornisse Oxford

Brian Von Blimp

This book is about Riga. I know who Riga is and what she stands for. This is for Riga. She represents strength in adversity and courage and love. ‎Join Riga in her new escapades. Learn of her inner moods and thought processes. Especially those with Pedro. Her main lover and protagonist. Oh how precious their love was! He gets a say in this book. Especially of her treatment of him. It's not all blue sky or summer. There are romantic situations, difficult post romance conversations, sci-fi journeys in her flying saucer and more. Fasten your seat belt and join the little female as she navigated her own emotions and the distant galaxy. You will not be disappointed. How will you relate to all this?

Europa Poems by Nick Armbrister

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Europa Poems

by Nick Armbrister

The poems here were featured in several volumes of anti-war poetry jointly written with author Andy N. These are Nick’s poems. A Europa book 8 will be written in future. The message in the poems is that war is not the answer.

 

Riga Standings

Riga worked in a call centre in Bangkok. She had an issue with a bent manager. This guy was head of sales in the VOIP account. Riga groused over his ethics. The guy was good at selling. That couldn't be denied. He wasn't able to do anything else. Being type cast for the role. Riga's supervisor friend Eurasia reported the manager for corruption. Riga agreed on this and advised her friend how to do it. The manager denied his agents the full sales bonus. This was wrong and equal to theft and dishonesty. If the agreed amount was 1000 per sale and only 700 was paid, there was an issue. Unless the amount had been changed and the agents told. The guy also increased the number of users on sales by manipulation. The bent manager was given a month’s suspension. Riga and Eurasia celebrated and had a beer at the local bar by the call centre. Both gals talked. They knew the manager would be back and do this again. Then they wanted him permanently out of the centre. It was possible and all tactics. Riga waggled her toes and grinned. We will bring better values to the call centre. Starting with the bent manager. Then his smarmy lieutenant will be next. He's another wanker obsessed with sales. Upping the numbers by illegal manipulation. Eurasia agreed. This is war and we are winning! Both will be removed. We will make it so. Riga and Eurasia were good as sales. The legal correct empathic way...

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‎Riga Crescendos

‎There are times I want to quit

‎There are times when I have had enough

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I remember the mission

‎I remember why

‎I remember those here before me

‎I remember what they did

‎I remember the legacy we all created

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No matter how hard it gets

‎That's why I stay

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Even on the hardest darkest day

‎When life and my job has broken me

‎Time and time again beyond breaking

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That's why I'm still here

‎Small little vulnerable Riga

 

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Riga Seasonal

Riga saw an old pilot she once flew with

He had just landed a transporter

She descended from her disc

They were at an alien outpost

Both saw one another

And ignored the other

For she reported him to control

Due to his unlicensed space craft

The ship was fast so needed no licence

Nothing could catch him

Except her disc but she wouldn't

She wanted nothing to do with him

The report grated on his nerves

He paid the fine at control

Then got on with his job

Ignoring the small bad-tempered gal

Who was always right

Due to her skills and moods

With no recognition of her

He finished the checks and was off

His ship ascended on orange exhausts

Riga would stay here two days

There was a bar and eating place

Once she took her ex there

Those days were over past dead

Now it was her and the disc

She wished her ex well

Soon forgot him and went to the bar

The first iced beer was a joy

Alien brew coloured green

More would follow with food

It was a long way from Earth

If only it was different

An ex who was a friend

They could fly together but

Now they were strangers

Two Earthlings far from Earth

Both with very different alien craft

And with the same insolent ways

The aliens thought them crazy!