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

new poems

 

Woodpecker Ridge

Hail thee Woodpecker Ridge

Let’s go compare soldiers

Let’s go compare soldiers

Let’s go compare armies

Let’s go compare nations

Let’s go compare war machines

Let’s go compare medical treatment

Let’s go compare machine guns

Let’s go compare your deaths

Japanese and American soldiers fighting

Shooting Type 92 and Browning 1919 machine guns

Tell me which is best who wins or loses?

Tell me the story of Woodpecker Ridge

I will soon go there to see hear feel remember

Events at Woodpecker Ridge 1945

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While Free

Hike the hills on your off day

Make it count no longer In the city

Away from the wage slavers

And your dice night call centre job

Oh simple joys stop the peak

See the clouds below you

No rain here it falls down

A few hours no issues

There are no top bosses here

Or pissed off customers

Only yourself and your guide

In the natural landscape

Observe the birds in flight

They are free as you are now

Only for a while…

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Hike the peaks no stress/away from stress head females/freedom for a while

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Spy Den

There we are again

His lover asks for more money

Or she will break up with him

And stop texting him

He saved her messages

It was quite harsh

New rules she said

If you want to be lovers

You pay twice the rate

He agreed in principle

Cash was scarce just now

If you leave me

That’s all on you

He will wait and see

It’s just five weeks

Till she is reassigned

Cold Moscow is calling

Harsh bleak full of spies

Unlike placid Paris

So many changes ahead

He will chase up Tania

Ugly Tania with one eye

Once he thought her boring

Time to reconsider

At least the sex is free!

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City Scree

See the hot gal

In the black denim shorts

Look at the curve of her thighs

See them go to her butt

As she gets off the bus

She knows I watch her

Tussles her dyed blond hair

I wish that hair was in my face

As we kiss while she rides me

My big cock going inside her

Tight lovely pussy tunnel

Few things feel like that

Her fingers scratch my chest

Leaving red marks

I pump upwards into her

We kiss nibble bite screw

Make love like there’s only now

Nice looking easy gal I met

On the bus to the city

This was quite easy

Both wanting needs this

Getting it on behinds the store

Naked lying on cardboard

Nobody bothers us

Early evening fun out here

Care to join us?

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Invokes Holy Allah

Please make it hard!

Yet the day later

He’s firing at full throttle

With girlfriend lover

Half his age

See her curves

All just right

Lovely Saudi princess

From a powerful family

She knows how to titillate

As she licks nibbles sucks

His cock till it’s 9 inches long

This belongs to her

Not the legal one

Who complains all day

Give me all your money!

Do you have another?

Why are you tired?

Come and fuck me

The odd time he does so

He thinks off his mistress

Who does all things

In and out of bed

Oh what illegal joys

His reason to live

An illicit lover

No longer a virgin

If both are caught

The Saudi sword awaits!

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some links to my books

 Jimmy Boom Semtex Erotic Short Stories Volume 1: Semtex, Jimmy Boom: 9798675157273: Amazon.com: Books

CALL CENTRE TIMES BOOK 2 - Kindle edition by Von Blimp , Brian . Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

HEART OF THE COUNTRY SHORT STORY COLLECTION: ARMBRISTER, NICK: 9798681128694: Amazon.com: Books

My Husband the Whore Collection Kindle Edition by Jimmy Boom Semtex (Author

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08D3QF6PJ

Jimmy Boom Semtex did three volumes of My Husband the Whore. They are here in this collection. This story is partly based on Joe’s quest for love and a search for something. What? Good times, sex, the missing link? All of the scenes are false but based in reality. It’s up to the readers to define which. It’s one fictitious man’s journey over several years in his life and personal conquests. Some were good, some bad. All are memorable. Guys and gals, we have all been there. Keep on looking. And when you find what you want, keep hold of it before it’s gone. Joe does not exist except in us all. Good luck!

Displays Settings

 Displays Settings

Look at our TV screen setup. Images on a screen. Seen from metres away. The image on the left is you. The image on the right is me. We are scanned by the day TV camera and night Infrared cameras. You look different, and so do I. Bits of objects. Fading into sight. Displayed on two displays. The system uses two cameras. It allows us to be viewed. You are writing your stage play. I am playing a video game. All caught on black and white TV and green and yellow on the heat screen. Blurry confusing images. Sense can be made of them if you know how. You look like a wraith. Sat down, leaning over the notepad with your pen. How odd both TV screen images look. The day camera image is the best. You look oddly good in black and white. I see your legs stretched out. The curve of your thighs and slim waist. I am almost violent by comparison. Doing my shoot 'em up game. See my hands move this way and that. Pounding the side controller. Really giving it something. The screen I look at is surreal on both TVs. It can be seen, but nothing makes sense. Looking at a screen thru a screen. I cannot focus on both day and night viewing screens as I look on my gaming display. It's all recorded on old video tape. The computer transcribes this digitally. It's done this way for a reason. The 1960s day TV camera and 1970s Infrared scanner are classic. I struggled for months to find these items. Old military surplus. It took me weeks to wire them up. Now i see you write and I play my game. Later tell me your views. Can this setup be improved baby? We will discuss this after we make love. After our creative activities are done.
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Mansell poems

‎Mansell

‎A marble in a cup shaken about like hell

‎This way that way up down

‎You get the idea it's this way

‎In the back of the jeep

‎As he drives it all over the road

‎Hold on Nigel Mansell at the wheel

‎How fast can he go?

‎Will we get there alive?

‎Or crash n burn all smoke

‎Nothing left of us going to work

‎With the driver who liked racing

‎Like I did 35 years ago hehe

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‎Mansell 2

‎Look at the gal over there

‎The one eating nuts

‎She can eat my nuts hehe

‎Like the other one does

‎She's quite nice with big thighs

‎She small legs that don't

‎Touch the floor when she sits down

‎Just like the one who doesn't talk

‎All feel the same with the light off

‎Kiss hold love touch gasp feel

‎Let's get it on babe

‎Jeep to work

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‎Mansell 3

‎Give me things to write about

‎Steal my cheap old phone

‎Off me in the jeep

‎I'll pull the pistol from my bag

‎And shoot you in the back

‎As you flee when you see it

‎Hey not my fault you got plugged

‎You started it taking my mobile.

‎I took your cheap life

‎Worth as much as my phone

‎What do you say to that?.

‎Another dead street tough