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Tuesday, 12 May 2026

Riga Snow Ida

 

 


 

Riga Snow Ida

Riga was over Crete. She flew her flying disc low over the sea. The warm blue water reflected the sky. The same water and sky were reflected on the mirror smooth silver flying machine. Her right hand moved the control column and the large disc banked into a turn then climbed. Out of her viewing window the coast line changed shape and form. Becoming more visible. She increased power and levelled off. There to her right was Mount Ida. Foothills rose up from the coast eventually ascending up almost two miles in height.

 

Look at that! There is still snow on top of it. I must go there. Right now! Riga turned towards the huge peak. Lines of other mountains were nearby. I mustn't fly into them in my excitement!

 

The small gal squinted then put on her glasses. Her brown eyes were mischievous now, full of longing. Riga wanted to be there now. Atop Mount Ida in the snow.

 

"I will fly more to the right, a slight increase in speed and climbing angle. Following the terrain." Below the spaceship, the ground rose. Multiple ridge lines and smaller peaks were here. Riga leaned forward and stared in awe.

 

This is bloody awesome! Look at the size of Mount Ida. Simply huge. How wide is it? The altitude numbers increased into the multiple thousands. Riga was almost to the top. The ocean was a distant hazy blue now. Two shades lighter than the March summer sky. That was cloudless. How can there be snow up here if there are no snow clouds?

 

Riga was by the summit now. She slowed her craft and was level. Her silver disc was stationery. Snow reflected on it. Riga wanted to feel the snow!

 

"Time to land. I will do this manually. Ok, landing gear down, forcefield off, ship is visible. Here we go. Right on the top, at the very summit. Ok, slowly now, just a few feet to go. There we go. Touch down..."

 

I'm only wearing shorts and an old t shirt. To Hell with it. Where's my trainers? There. Got my small army camera. Time to experience real snow again. It's been so long. Riga opened the lower hull door in the cargo bay. She stared at the white ground. Part was flat and part sloped down to the edge of the summit. A clear blue sky was above. Cold air came into the door opening. Riga left the fields and shields off. It was safe here.

 

In a bound the small gal jumped down. And landed in two feet of snow! She plopped down on her butt. It was cold! Her hands felt the cold white snow and patted it and slapped it. Coldness chilled her legs. With her left fingers she scooped up some snow and tasted it. You guessed it, it was cold! Riga yelped like a school gal. It was kilig time! All full of giggles. She jumped up and ran about in circles, dancing skipping and acting the fool. She screeched and made girly noises.

 

"Snow snow snow! Here I am atop Mount Ida. Brought here by my spaceship. Look look look! It's so coooooold..." Riga rubbed herself and doubled up, rubbing her legs and back and sides. "Cold snow, all belonging to Riga. And Mount Ida. At least just for now. Mount Ida and snow all for Riga. Mine mine mine..."

 

Where is that lazy Pedro? I bet he would like this. Oh yes, he's on guard duty in Antarctica. A pity I never went there and abducted him then brought him here. Like a starstruck lover Riga again danced in the snow. She picked a large handful and made a snowball. This she threw at her flying disc. It thudded off the armoured alloy side. Again, she made a snowball. This time she ate some of it. It was cold and froze her teeth and belly when she swallowed it. Silly Riga! Now cold Riga.

 

More prancing in the snow till her small legs were red with cold. Now shivering, she returned to the ship. Totally exhilarated a little tired and quite cold. She clapped her hands and closed the lower door. Her glasses were all fogged up. She ordered the computer to turn up the heating. Riga stripped off her shorts and t shirt and underwear and ran to the shower. She set the water to hot and jumped in. It stung her skin and she yelped. Her grin said it all. Riga all alone atop Mount Ida absolutely loving it. It rarely was better than this. She had some good video tape on her army camera. Her friends would think she was mad!

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Saturday, 9 May 2026

Riga Meets Sarah

 


Riga Meets Sarah

Imagine a place where you can meet people. Riga met Sarah. A meeting that never should've happened. Both wanted to meet missing loved ones. They went to this place to do that. The people they met were not who they wanted to.

 

I miss my father. That fact never ever goes away. If only there was a way to finally be together. Other than my own death. Meeting my father in dreams and by spaceship doesn't count. It's not... Real.

 

Lee, I miss you. Where are you now? Did you know that John and I were together? We were happy for a few years. Can you believe that? We denounced war. Threw away all our guns. We had a son. A difficult birth. He was a monster. That's what we called him. Monster. The radiation...

 

"Who are you? You are not Lee?" Sarah was so confused. "What the Hell?'

 

"Where's my father? He should be here. Not you!" Riga also perplexed. She shook her head.

 

"This place..." Sarah waved her hands.

 

"It's not what it's meant to me." Riga wiped her tears away.

 

"I know. Tell me about it. I’m Sarah."

 

"Sarah? I'm Riga. Nice to meet you."

 

"Likewise. How are you? What's the matter? Please don't cry."

 

"I came here to see my father. He died before his time."

 

"I'm so sorry Riga. Please don't be sad."

 

I'm always sad after my father died. It's why I left my boyfriend Pedro and gave him Hell. Thanks for your kind words Sarah."

 

"I am sorry Riga. We all lose those we love. My friend Lee died. We were all soldiers. The English army killed him. It was terrible. We won the fight but who won the war? I certainly didn't..."

 

“I am sorry too for your friend Lee’s death. You just have been close. It's ok about my father. Thank you...."

 

"I guess we are both the same. Sisters in death and loss. You're not alone now Riga. I am your friend..."

 

"Thank you. I need a friend. Sarah is a pretty name."

 

"I'm from Oldham. In England. My home town. It was destroyed with a nuclear bomb. You see we were at war..."

 

"I'm sorry about all that. The war. Your friend dying. Your home destroyed like that."

 

"Yes Riga. Modern weapons are powerful. That one was. I fought my own wars and demons. Different from yours."

 

"I knew a witch. She gave me her spaceship. I went looking for my father..."

 

"Juniper's Daughter? You knew her? Fuck. She was my friend too. She was strange. Though a good person. She was also a soldier. Her wars were also different yet relatable..."

 

"Fancy that. We both knew the witch. It’s a small world my friend. A small world..."

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Tuesday, 5 May 2026

Discarded Paper by Brian Von Blimp (Author)

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GYG2R641

https://books2read.com/u/b667xZ


This is the new book of alternative poetry by Brian Von Blimp. It features poetry on life events and human interactions, on current affairs and history, on love and romance. The work is not as dark as some of his previous volumes. Yet there is just enough to say in this 2026 release. Several short fiction stories are included. Alternative writing for contemporary people. What are you waiting for?




Saturday, 18 April 2026

Riga More Than Words Brian Von Blimp

 Join Riga in new stories about her life in different realities. The work here is both familiar and new. She works in a call centre. She ventures far in her flying disc. She rekindles things with her ex Pedro. There is an erotic script here. How will Riga be in it? Learn more about how Riga thinks. Critical thinking is a must if you want to control your life. Riga introduces one of her daughters here. Her daughter is a pilot defending freedom. A poetry section is also featured. Do you relate to little Riga?

https://books2read.com/u/baYl62 


 

Tuesday, 14 April 2026

new poems

 

Events One

Same crap different day you know the feeling

Go thru the motions mental self-cruelty

Why do we do this to ourselves?

Answers not given plain site

I’m here again oh no!

At your fortress

Knock knock

Events

Yes

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Outa Here

Throw out the blues

When you feel that colour

Get hold of a gal and go dancing

Go climbing with the five

Who wear shorts and vests

Make love on the peak

Cum together no blues then

Banish the blues away

To those boring city folk

Who live by a set routine

Work at 9 screw at 2

Have a shit at 4 coffee at 6

I can’t live my life like that

Stuck in a box of blues songs

Drive me bloody mad!

Give me damn freedom

Just for a day

Not your kind of life

You the blues man

Enjoy what you got

I’m outa here!

//////////////

Via Cubao

I got the jeep to Cubao

It was full as fuck

All jammed in sardine style

The hawker hanging on the back

Cubao! The pax knew where to go

Like the bus conductor

Get our bus it has a sign on front

They all say here there the Moon Mars

Board our vehicle to take you home

Elsewhere the bar where you wanna go?

Shangri La where the dancing gals are

Via plane submarine boat car chopper

Jeep to Cubao nothing is like it

See lady boys gays hot gals

All mincing it do this and that

I’m going to my call centre job

Just another Manila wage slave

Look at the gal in the shorts hehe

Don’t forget to get their numbers

Cubao via bayen via Quiapo

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Devil’s Vehicle

Going to reload my phone

Hear the high-performance engine roar

Racing bike goes past

That sounds go get some!

And a second racing bike goes past

Give it Devil’s fingers and he sees me

And replies the same

And opens her up full throttle

Off he goes what a sound

The best sound on the road

High performance piston engine

On a bike just like a plane

As cool as it gets...

///////////////

Mad Subs

You never saw three bears like those there

All dirty white in colour with red button noses

And even redder pissed off menacing eyes

See what each angry bear carried in his hands

Small matt black machine pistols locked and loaded

Evil looking death dispensing command presence items

Three not so little bears of all sexes

One is a guy one is a gal one is a lady boy

Visiting a bank near you to make a withdrawal

Leave the vault empty the front tills hurry up!

Do not call the cops or we will gun you down

Like we did in the last bank over there

We had two months in Bora Bora from that

Your cash will pay for a trip to Bali

Miami is so 1980s and we are the three bears

Amy the gal Roy the guy and Quentin the lady boy

Don’t fucking piss us off or we will subgun you!

We are all focused mentally unbalanced criminal bears

long-coated brown animal
Photo by Dan Cook on Unsplash


Tuesday, 31 March 2026

Riga Events Propagate by Brian Von Blimp

  Join Riga as she flies her flying saucer to different planets. She also flies her plane and grieves after her lover crashes. Riga also works in varied jobs, as diverse as a call centre and also making fighter jets. Work is work, life is life, love is love, Riga is Riga. Small but terrible and very funny. Do not annoy her! Win her over and she will adore you. Take a look at Riga and her escapades in different realities. Have a think and compare your own life. How different is it? Are you happy in just one reality? Go and change it. Learn from Riga.

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GDM23CKQ

 

 

Saturday, 28 March 2026

Riga Timed

 

 


 

 

Riga Timed

Riga was inside a grey pipe. The pipe was above a road and footpath in Madrid. She climbed inside the pipe via a service hatch at midnight. There was nobody about midweek. She dressed in black. Ankle boots, combat trouser, jumper, jacket and wool hat. Plus gloves. The hatch was hard to open but she used WD40 and spanners. It was heavy and cumbersome so she took her time. It opened upwards. She lifted it up and slithered inside. Upon lowering it she left the fasteners unconnected. An observer wouldn't suspect then. The pipe was five feet in diameter. The height of Riga! She ducked a little bit as the upper surface was greasy. The pipe was used for oil. At the moment it was empty except for a small amount in the bottom. Riga walked thirty yards to where the pipe was above the footpath. It crossed the road. From inside her shoulder bag she took a time bomb. This was wrapped in water proof tape. A small green digital dial faintly illuminated. Riga carefully programmed the bomb and saved it. This was set to detonate in the future. Not just at any time. She knew when a certain individual would be passing. The bomb would explode wrecking part of the pipe and the passing person. Even if oil started to flow the bomb would work. Riga placed the bomb on the side of the pipe. It was held onto the metal side by strong magnets. The battery life was months. Four kilos of plastic explosive would do the job. The target would die. The target had done several bad deeds that were hindering the world. For this he was a target. His dastardly deeds would cease. The world would be partly safer. Little Riga doing another operative job. She left after planting the bomb. She had never been here...

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Friday, 20 March 2026

new war poems etc

 

 

New Level

Do not have any regrets

Except know you did your best

If you did screw up before

Do not mess up again

Know the next time

You did your best

And it shows

 

 

 

Prize Fight

It was never this bad

Back in the early or mid-eighties

With the threat of total war engulfing us all

Like an invitation to a boxing match

All wanna go to see the prize fighters

And it's a superb bout till madness erupts

And the audience are part of the fight

All going at it a right good tear up

The boxers are Iran and America

The audience is the world

Who is Israel in this madness?

All things let loose the big kick off

If this fight ends who will win?

The survivors are the winners... 

 

 

 

Assass Politics

Here we are again going to work

In the back of a vx jammed in like sardines

Get a jeep from the market to the church

It's 13 pesos normal rate then get the vx

From the church to the city proper

Give him 25 pesos he asks for 10 more

Down to the fucking war I said always do

Give him 20 say I want 10 back

How much more will it go up before

Iran's raghead leadership is killed?

All blown to fucking bits in Iran

They started this insane war

47 years ago now it will be finished

Once and for all no nukes missiles

No insane Islamic leaders left alive

Fuel prices go up hugely as does beer

The war ends one way or another

Those prices always stay up

Never go down especially beer!

Assassinate the politicians stop the war 

 

 

Now the writer plans/release two new books a month/fame fortune events

 

 

 

Get Some

Graduate from skool age 18

Ready to face the world

Go get a job making cars

Your dad is the foreman

A job for life in his garage

But no you don't want that

You wanna join up

Go be a soldier

Blow an Iranian’s fucking head off

With an M16 like grandad

Did in Vietnam long ago

That was a different era

When politicians ran the wars

Unlike today when the military does

Telling the leaders hey hit them here

Destroy the enemy’s ability for war

By your own war focused actions

You age eighteen all ready to be a man

Let's go get some motherfuckers!

In time you wanna be a grenadier

Lobbing big fat grenades at them

Thump thump thump goes the launcher

Talk about job satisfaction 

Iranians blown to bits

Their own fault for being there

Daring to resist you age 18

Just wait till they capture you

Will you fight till the end?

Or save the last bullet for you?

18-year-old hero fresh form skool

A real American fucking man

Let's go get some!