new poems

‎Crossing road by work. Selfish motherfucker in a  car drove thru on green his end and green wen pedestrians cross. Just missed two gals one who said fuck u. I have him the middle finger. Anybody runs me over there I'll haunt them till they hang themselves. This is why there was blood on the ground Tuesday went we walked thru it end of day. Who sets up this traffic light system? Shoot them with shotgun full of rock salt!

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‎Jammed 

‎Clean your glasses so you can see where you're going 

‎Or you'll crash that nice Sniper bike of yours 

‎Be a red puddle on the roadway 

‎I'll ride a bike when it's fully safe 

‎With protective bubble and no falling off 

‎I know it'll hurt if I crash on two wheels 

‎I don't wanna be like Renee or a million others 

‎Casualties of two wheel events 

‎Each rider says it'll never happen 

‎Let it happen to the next guy 

‎But what happens if it's not him? 

‎Satan visits you in a 10 wheel semi 

‎Like strawberry jam on the road....

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‎Spaces 

‎Same crap different day 

‎Plan to job resign 

‎Oh bring it on so sweet 

‎No more QA bullshit 

‎Autotype is fucked 

‎Just like us Same old she goes mad 

‎Another barking female 

‎Added to the list 

‎A whole world full of them 

‎What do you want to do? 

‎Bump Putin off result! 

‎Where will we be tomorrow? 

‎Or in January or 2028? 

‎Watch this space

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‎Fine before we met/fine after you ended it/crescents ascend where?

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new poems

‎Crossing road by work. Selfish motherfucker in a  car drove thru on green his end and green wen pedestrians cross. Just missed two gals one who said fuck u. I have him the middle finger. Anybody runs me over there I'll haunt them till they hang themselves. This is why there was blood on the ground Tuesday went we walked thru it end of day. Who sets up this traffic light system? Shoot them with shotgun full of rock salt!

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‎Jammed 

‎Clean your glasses so you can see where you're going 

‎Or you'll crash that nice Sniper bike of yours 

‎Be a red puddle on the roadway 

‎I'll ride a bike when it's fully safe 

‎With protective bubble and no falling off 

‎I know it'll hurt if I crash on two wheels 

‎I don't wanna be like Renee or a million others 

‎Casualties of two wheel events 

‎Each rider says it'll never happen 

‎Let it happen to the next guy 

‎But what happens if it's not him? 

‎Satan visits you in a 10 wheel semi 

‎Like strawberry jam on the road....

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‎Spaces 

‎Same crap different day 

‎Plan to job resign 

‎Oh bring it on so sweet 

‎No more QA bullshit 

‎Autotype is fucked 

‎Just like us Same old she goes mad 

‎Another barking female 

‎Added to the list 

‎A whole world full of them 

‎What do you want to do? 

‎Bump Putin off result! 

‎Where will we be tomorrow? 

‎Or in January or 2028? 

‎Watch this space

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‎Fine before we met/fine after you ended it/crescents ascend where?

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sitting stop

Sitting Atop
‎You sit atop the world issuing orders. What orders will you give to me? Tell me to polish your boots so they look like a mirror? A black mirror a raven would use. Or a wooden mirror a squirrel would like. I know you are vain. This is why you're in charge and I'm not. I don't want the responsibility or extended hours. Nor do I care about the salary increase. And I don't want to watch my back for a Damocles sword. That's for you and you alone. I know my place. Nobody else can polish boots like I can. Tell them you did it. Not me. They'll think you an even better leader doing his own boots. I wear trainers so need no shine. My skills are kept current doing yours. My special technique for our great leader. I keep my views to myself on your abilities. I quietly observe and listen while polishing. It all happens in your quarters. The boot polishing and decisions. Choices on who gets what, on who rules what, on who is culled, on how much loot you will take etc. It all happens here and I hear it all. I take my time doing your boots. While empire building takes place. Or empire collapsing when I give my Intel to my masters. If only you knew. The spy in your midst. What would you do to me. All empires fall. It's a matter of when. Just remember how yours rose. I will make it fall. Keep talking. I keep polishing. You have the best boots...
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Juniper's Daughter upward

Juniper's Daughter Upward

The witch went to the peak. It was a gray day with high cloud cover but no rain. She wore a yellow dress with oranges on it. A simple image of nature. On here feet were leather sandals. She spent two hours ascending. The trail was rough and not well defined. She used a compass and the sun.

When on top she took on the view. It was flat. Around this the sides dropped away often steeply. She nodded and drank some water. With a clap of her hands she was ready. Sparks came forth. A green glow surrounded her. Visible in daylight. Up above clouds increased speed. A wind blew ruffling her hair. Her skin was sensitive. She smiled. It was time.  

"I am here. Where are you Ruth? Come to me. I know you are close. The reality is different though. We send you regards and best wishes."  

A silence descended and the wind increased. It took her breath away. It became audible buffeting her. She shifted her stance. Her power still worked.

On the horizon a bright pinpoint of white light appeared. It zipped right and left. What was it? Then up and down before stopping. It moved closed and erratically like a marble down a slope.  

Juniper's Daughter focused on it. She whispered incantations and clapped her hands. The orange increased and pulsed. Her dress clung to her revealing her full figure. Her nipples were there. Her skin had goose bumps.  

The light was suddenly in front of her. A white green red flash erupted. It went on and on. Pulsating lights those colours. She shielded her gaze. The light brightened. She shut her eyes. It was still visible flickering and pulsating. Like a dozen nuclear bombs.  

Then it stopped. The witch opened her eyes.  

"Ruth! Oh my goodness. You are here...'  

"Yes, Juniper's Daughter. I am here. One witch meeting another...'  

"Its been a long time. Much has changed...."  

The meeting of witches began atop the windy peak....

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starship love

Starship Trip  

Celestial navigation and star maps were cool  

Taking me to where you are  

Or where I thought you'd be  

Where we should be  

Different reality  

Plotting my course to you  

Will you be there accepting  

Or stamp on my toes saying NO!  

Time will tell distance travelled  

Plotted coordinates far away other side  

Blackness of space super hot white suns  

Others burning different colours elements  

As you and I are elements from the stars  

See you soon my dear this planet or the next

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...

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.

Sarah bad ass

Edited

Sarah Bad Ass

We regularly drank moonshine. It was made from grain gathered from Oldham Edge in the old power station. Lethal stuff. Double the strength of vodka or brandy. It not only got us drunk. We also made it into fire bombs. We used these against the English Army. Against tanks they weren't brilliant but on soldiers they did the job. Added to our other weapons it made us dangerous. On one drinking session I was with Red, Lee, Gun Barrel and John. We drank a bottle of moonshine each. I went slow. The guys loved shine. It lubricated them lol. We drank in one of the old flats at St Mary's Way. Telling stories that made me blush but I was one of the guys and knew a few myself. Boasts of who was the best shot or who had done the bravest/stupidiest battle act were drunkenly exchanged. Huge embellishments were added. Instead of hitting an enemy soldier at five hundred yards it was a mile. Even if the rifle could only shoot to half a mile. None of us had anything to prove but drunk was drunk. I let them get on with it. Mostly listening. I added my ownEdited

Sarah Bad Ass

We regularly drank moonshine. It was made from grain gathered from Oldham Edge in the old power station. Lethal stuff. Double the strength of vodka or brandy. It not only got us drunk. We also made it into fire bombs. We used these against the English Army. Against tanks they weren't brilliant but on soldiers they did the job. Added to our other weapons it made us dangerous. On one drinking session I was with Red, Lee, Gun Barrel and John. We drank a bottle of moonshine each. I went slow. The guys loved shine. It lubricated them lol. We drank in one of the old flats at St Mary's Way. Telling stories that made me blush but I was one of the guys and knew a few myself. Boasts of who was the best shot or who had done the bravest/stupidiest battle act were drunkenly exchanged. Huge embellishments were added. Instead of hitting an enemy soldier at five hundred yards it was a mile. Even if the rifle could only shoot to half a mile. None of us had anything to prove but drunk was drunk. I let them get on with it. Mostly listening. I added my own stories when asked or when I chose to. I was an Alpha Bitch. I was also female. So acted like one at times. The guys were all alphas. We all had the others' backs. Guns were still within reach when drunk. Just in case the army came knocking. We wanted no accidents so safety's were on. We are baked potatoes cooked over bricks and wood. Bottles were finished. More were opened. Things were slow now. I wanted to know about the new bike project. Tell me about your new motorcycle project, I said to Red and Gun Barrel. I hear it's a real bad ass bike. It went from there. Those two drank more shine and smiled. Real bad ass yes, from Red. Not a bike, a trike, and it will run on this, from Gun Barrel. You'll soon see young lady. As will the guys. Till then, let's drink some more. Hey Lee, tell me about how crap the English Army is at fighting. We all laughed. Lee slurred his words and went on. Well, it goes it goes like this. They shoot worse than school gals...

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 stories when asked or when I chose to. I was an Alpha Bitch. I was al. So acted like one at times. T were all alphas. We all had the others' backs. Guns were still within reach when drunk. Just in case the army came knocking. We wanted no accidents so safety's were on. We are baked potatoes cooked over bricks and wood. Bottles were finished. More were opened. Things were slow now. I wanted to know about the new bike project. Tell me about your new motorcycle project, I said to Red and Gun Barrel. I hear it's a real bad ass bike. It went from there. Those two drank more shine and smiled. Real bad ass yes, from Red. Not a bike, a trike, and it will run on this, from Gun Barrel. You'll soon see young lady. As will the guys. Till then, let's drink some more. Hey Lee, tell me about how crap the English Army is at fighting. We all laughed. Lee slurred his words and went on. Well, it goes it goes like this. They shoot worse than school gals...

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A Few Short Stories by Nick Armbrister (Author)

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https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GL2SFC3G

Nick Armbrister celebrating 30 years in writing April 1996 to April 2026. In this Short Story collection, Nick Armbrister has put together several short stories from his various books. The stories range in mood and topic matter. All are for adults. They feature human events, personal interactions, erotic and romantic matters, scenes of war and death, lighter funny and satirical moments, questions about human nature and more. Several stories and forty thousand words. This book is released in Nick's 30th anniversary year of writing. 1996 was the year he started his writing career and when he was published, originally poetry, moving to short stories and later novels. His has been quite a career and very varied. Read this book and enter the world of Nick. This is a small selection of his broad writing. Are you similar to his characters and do you relate to their journeys, both inner and outer? Nick wants to write for another 3 decades. Enjoy. Why not start writing yourself?

Aeroplane Poems 2 by Nick Armbrister

 This is Nick Armbrister's second aviation based poetry collection bringing together poetry and prose from his books from 2010-15. His aircraft poems are on many types ranging from old biplanes, piston engined planes, fast modern jet fighters, flying and combat. The Natalie poems are memorable. She was a pilot in the Falklands War. The Cold War and World War 2 is also covered, as are nuclear strike missions. Nick has been interested in all things that fly since he was a child and this continues today with his poetry and tattoos related to modern aircraft.

 

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A Few Short Stories Kindle Edition by Nick Armbrister (Author)

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GL2SFC3G

  Nick Armbrister celebrating 30 years in writing April 1996 to April 2026. In this Short Story collection, Nick Armbrister has put together several short stories from his various books. The stories range in mood and topic matter. All are for adults. They feature human events, personal interactions, erotic and romantic matters, scenes of war and death, lighter funny and satirical moments, questions about human nature and more. Several stories and forty thousand words. This book is released in Nick's 30th anniversary year of writing. 1996 was the year he started his writing career and when he was published, originally poetry, moving to short stories and later novels. His has been quite a career and very varied. Read this book and enter the world of Nick. This is a small selection of his broad writing. Are you similar to his characters and do you relate to their journeys, both inner and outer? Nick wants to write for another 3 decades. Enjoy. Why not start writing yourself?

 

 

Mercury’s Goodness

Amy was a girl from Planet Mercury. Her hair was green and her skin was lilac. Her eyes were white and her smile was lush. She looks like that sexy Venezuelan Aljazeera news reporter Sandra but is coloured differently and from a different planet. I wonder if both gals would be friends if they met in a bar or on a remote mountain. Amy has several friends dotted about the universe. She met them all randomly while travelling.

Some are humanoid others insect like some alien and one is even invisible. Amy is open to new things and understands life is all different. This is why she was created by the galactic creator to heal the universe and cease the wars and planet collapses. She’s very busy and enjoys her down time. She restored an old H Model spaceship she found abandoned on an asteroid. It took 327 years to rebuild it but this she did. Amy flies it when in the mood. She also paints pictures using moon dust. Amy is quite a gal and you’d like her. Most earthling guys would want her and some gals too. She knows what to do in bed with them and also with aliens. Her skills are galactic and what she doesn’t know she’ll learn. Her age is questionable but being of different biological make up it’s not the same like ours. Amy admits to simply being herself though she would be classed as Mercurian. She holidays on Earth and on a planet named Dash 97 which is fifteen point two light years from our galaxy. Amy is now drinking tea with me and we talk about life in general…

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Fixed Wheels

The car had fixed wheels which didn’t turn. To turn the car a series of hydraulic jumping equipment physically lifted up the car in short almost violent actions. The car was quite famous and had been featured in music videos with Aerosmith and Eminen. In the town where the car was from it was a regular scene and there were various wannabe homeboys and their biatches posturing and posing. One or two had rival cars but none were equal to the matt lilac one which was a legend. It was made from a lesser known marque not a GMC or Chevy or Ford. Or even a Buick or Pontiac. America made great cars and it was an American vehicle and it was all that mattered. People stopped to look or point. Most had photos or videos for their blog or sites or posterity. This was an icon a machine that belonged to another age that of the past but it was still relevant now and would so. It had a mix of old skool and state of the art equipment from clock like dials to a digital music/game/TV player. The owner was quietly happy that he was the custodian of such a special vehicle. One with a fixed steering wheel and hand held controls to kick in the hydraulics to turn it. They worked very well even at top speed and were very different than the normal steering wheel way. It was the coolest car in town. A lilac one off by a small defunct company. Everybody wanted this but a photo was enough to prove they’d seen that car.

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Alive Jeep

The man sat in front of the jeep which drove about with no driver. He was in the passenger seat of the driverless vehicle. It had a mind of its own and went here and there picking up passengers. It was like a robot computer car with no driver and top level capabilities. The passenger just sat there checking his emails and writing a story on his phone. All the while the driverless jeep plied its trade on the usual route 24/7. It was unusual but when you spent a day sat in the front seat it was fine. It was boring once the novelty wore off. Even seeing the controls use themselves the steering wheel gears and foot pedals like a ghost was there. There was no supernatural entity just a jeep with a mind of its own doing a job moving passengers. See the lights at night pulse flash and throb. Listen to the loud high watt music boom your body. Marvel at the unsilenced exhaust as the jeep with no driver goes top speed on the open road. Few things are as cool as this vehicle or taking a trip. It’s perfectly safe and a life changing event. Why? The jeep has no driver! A back full of passengers and you sat in front by the empty seat!

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A Few Short Stories Paperback - April 2, 2026 by Nick Armbrister 30 years of writing

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GVV4NFLG 

  Nick Armbrister celebrating 30 years in writing April 1996 to April 2026. In this Short Story collection, Nick Armbrister has put together several short stories from his various books. The stories range in mood and topic matter. All are for adults. They feature human events, personal interactions, erotic and romantic matters, scenes of war and death, lighter funny and satirical moments, questions about human nature and more. Several stories and forty thousand words. This book is released in Nick's 30th anniversary year of writing. 1996 was the year he started his writing career and when he was published, originally poetry, moving to short stories and later novels. His has been quite a career and very varied. Read this book and enter the world of Nick. This is a small selection of his broad writing. Are you similar to his characters and do you relate to their journeys, both inner and outer? Nick wants to write for another 3 decades. Enjoy. Why not start writing yourself? 

 

 

A Few Short Stories Kindle Edition by Nick Armbrister (Author)

 

my super cool new book out now with some adult short stories from my writing career, a writing career of 30 tears now april 1996 - april 2026!

 

Nick Armbrister celebrating 30 years in writing April 1996 to April 2026. In this Short Story collection, Nick Armbrister has put together several short stories from his various books. The stories range in mood and topic matter. All are for adults. They feature human events, personal interactions, erotic and romantic matters, scenes of war and death, lighter funny and satirical moments, questions about human nature and more. Several stories and forty thousand words. This book is released in Nick's 30th anniversary year of writing. 1996 was the year he started his writing career and when he was published, originally poetry, moving to short stories and later novels. His has been quite a career and very varied. Read this book and enter the world of Nick. This is a small selection of his broad writing. Are you similar to his characters and do you relate to their journeys, both inner and outer? Nick wants to write for another 3 decades. Enjoy. Why not start writing yourself? 

 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GL2SFC3G

 

Nick Armbrister celebrating 30 years in writing April 1996 to April 2026. g April 1996 to April 2026.

Nick Armbrister celebrating 30 years in writing April 1996 to April 2026. g April 1996 to April 2026.

new poems

Say Hi

See the gal there

She works in my old company

Does she see the small one?

Who no longer talks to me

I wonder if both are friends

She dials the health care account

That I did for a year or so

As does her boyfriend

They get off where I used to

Now I go passed there

Going to my new job

Away from you

Past the place you get off

Where they are now

I see the gal stand up

Perfect figure an hourglass

I bet she’s great in bed

Like you used to be

Those days over

One time I missed you

No longer as time moved on

Will you ever msg me to say Hi?

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Gun Bus

Stop the bus

Not for passengers to alight

No for a different reason

It has guns on it

And is a gun bus hehe

Gonna fill our enemies full of lead

Dakakaka go the guns!

Drop down dead go the enemies

Never to arise except in Hell

A great idea putting guns on a bus

Multiple machine guns with gunners

Each with hundreds of rounds

To spray here and there

Leaving a smell of gun smoke

And like rotting dead cats

That would be nice yes?

As war is for politicians

Same old shit different nation

Gun bus visiting you soon

Gonna get you and bring war

They’re a mad lot

Not exactly Vietnam or Iraq

It’s something else this thing

An old orange painted bus

With armour plate and guns

Plus those grizzled cold gunners

Each with many kills

They know their game

Beware the gun bus!

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Partings Tidal

We both decide to go our own ways

He turns left and she turns right

See you that’s it then

Off they both go

In the next steps

Of their lives

Where to next?

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Oh write me haiku!/what topic love war peace smile!/these mind images

Cockpit Check Author: Nick Armbrister

Cockpit Check
Author: Nick Armbrister 

A new varied alternative poetry book by Nick Armbrister. The poems cover several things. There are views on politicians and how the run things; work of a sensual erotic nature of guy meets gal and also the opposite, when guy and gal part; there is satire, seriousness and more in this book. Due to the subject matter it is only for staunch adult souls. Read on...

 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GQZBLG4H 

 

 

Cockpit Check Author: Nick Armbrister

Cockpit Check
Author: Nick Armbrister 

A new varied alternative poetry book by Nick Armbrister. The poems cover several things. There are views on politicians and how the run things; work of a sensual erotic nature of guy meets gal and also the opposite, when guy and gal part; there is satire, seriousness and more in this book. Due to the subject matter it is only for staunch adult souls. Read on...

https://www.xinxii.com/fiction-literature-1/poetry-6/cockpit-check-534996

 

 

Lizard Snail 124k By: Nick Armbrister

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LIZARD SNAIL 124K Nick Armbrister and other writers of words in poems and stories on many different topics.

alternative poems

 

EWO Dreams

‎Where do nuclear bomber pilots go to retire?

‎Is there a special place for them in the sky?

‎Where they are forever on alert

‎Emergency War Order ready

‎Locked and loaded for Armageddon

‎Do they regret it never happened?

‎Soviets nuking America and vice versa

‎70 thousand warheads let loose

‎Turning Planet Earth into a carpark

‎The biggest event since Jesus!

‎Touching all of us intimately

‎Who needs a lover when you can get nuked?

‎What if anything would survive?

‎Oh those dreaming bomber pilots

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Hotel California Part 2

It’s not called the Feelippines for nothing

I did my online anrep annual report

They wanted me to pay 1310 peso

 

For a 5 minute interview

Where I showed my IDs

I said why does it cost so much?

 

He said due to it being expedited

That’s bullshit and they know it

He said I can go to the office

 

And pay 320 peso

Like I did before

With transport being 250

 

So I save 750

Not being ripped off a grand extra

Move to the Philippines

 

You better get your cash ready

Here I am stuck in paradise

Hotel California part 2…

 

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Future Events

I hear my friend say he wants to meet a new galfriend

He wants somebody special to spend Sunday mornings with

To tell his troubles to build a future with

Pick the right gal not the wrong one or else

Let the love be reciprocated so it’s all equal

Meet someone on the bus or in a store

Not on a dating site as that can be forced

He said he feels like a poet when in love

That is captured in the films books songs

And rarely lasts make something deeper

That stands the test of time and when you look back

You will both say why was it so bloody hard?

It’s just a matter of timing and the right person

 

 

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Apply

‎Learn the lessons

 

‎Apply them when needed

 

‎This goes for all people

 

‎Drive your car without crashing

 

‎Fly the plane have fun don't crash

 

‎Drive yourself to meet the deadline

 

‎All this is logistics what matters

 

‎Sits deep inside hidden

 

‎Do you care to share?