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Dead Stick Beach Landing (based on a sci-fi short story I read as a teen, forget the name or author)

The pilot landed his pointy space plane on the beach

It was a long sloping beach so he needed a touch of rudder

Like his wife tickling one of his nuts

But she was dead like everybody else

Space travel did that or light speed did

Several years of it was toooo delayed

Thus the pilot returned to a world now changed

Humanity was gone and so was everything else

Smoke and ash remained along with a poisoned atmosphere

The carbon monoxide allowed him to land

Gave his wings and controls something to bite on

Or he would crash like a meteor

His nuclear fuel used up not enough to light a cigarette

He had no way to replenish his oxygen

So in three hours he was dead

Or sooner if he popped the door

And took a breath of poisoned air

Fuck that time for a beer and some metal tunes

Maybe the aliens saw me land and will rescue me

They can even join me for a beer

There are twenty four out of date cans...

Merc Secret Plane Stories by Jimmy Boom Semtex

“We were faster than them and could out climb them but they out turned us and were more agile. Bert tried to turn in a horizontal fight with a Mig 17, he never made it. The Mig zipped round and blew him apart. Bert never had a chance. I climbed way up above the Mig to dive down on him with my superior speed and get him with a missile shot. He saw me when I was climbing up and pulled his nose up and took a shot at me. I remember seeing his tracer shells arcing up in two separate streams and falling away out of range. He now knew he was dead. I took my time climbing four thousand feet above him. I kept my throttles on max in my climb, using the water to boost my max engine power. At the top of my climb I killed the water and lit my burners and came down like the Devil. I locked up the Mig that killed my wingman and fired a single Sidewinder. In those days we could only get the enemy from the back or above and in the rear where his engine heat was. This I did and my missile blew him to bits. There was nothing left and I had my second kill, my first with a missile,” Bubba quietly continued. I ordered two more beers, he insisted on paying the bar tab.

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Eventful War

Nick Armbrister

This is Nick's new anti war poetry collection about World War Two. A very varied collection of work in several different poem styles like verse, rhyme and Haiku. There are poems on the machines of war like the Hurricane fighter, on the bomber plane, on U-Boats, and tanks. The men who did the fighting and those who sent them off to war are covered. Why would two brothers fight one another on opposing sides? Works also covers equipping the men for war, on the historical aspects of the battles, on spoofing the enemy, about the weapons like the bayonet, bullet types, guns and rape as a weapon of war. The poems are intended to make the reader think. What is war? The work here covers opposing sides and much much more. A second volume will follow in future.https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/924473

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Nick Armbrister

Illusional Fish 1

I do not care what colour you are

I do not care what size you are

I do not care what hair tint you have

I do not care what shoe size you are

I do not care what job you do

I do not care what car you drive

I do not care what sports you like

I do not care what tax you pay

I do not care what neighbours you have

I do not care what jacket you wear

I do not care what your dress sense is

I do not care what breakfast you ate

I do not care what brand of coffee you like

I do not care what your friends say

I do not care what your husband does

           

Illusional Fish 2

All I care about is you babe

You by my side in my bed

Or on top of me or under me

Or in any other positions

All wet and moist in the shower

Jumping off the wardrobe

On your kitchen table at dinner time

What matters is you and me

Naked together like innocents

Getting it on like spies

Making noise like a rock gig

And violent like a bulldozer

Together in our birthday suits

With no damn cares at all

This is how I care for you

Like you do for me…

Pompous Man Purple Tool

The wife’s husband said, ‘Fuck you!’

It was directed at his love rival

A man who was so superior

In every single way and the wife knew

This is why dear darling wifey did it

Had the affair with the better man

He was more intelligent

Had a better job

Was twice as handsome

Drove a Porsche

Had a six pack

And was a decade younger

And another major advantage

He had a huge purple cock

So fucking huge it made the wife scream

It was almost like she was dying

Being murdered by a night stalker

But the real night stalker was the cock

And it was attached to the better man

And was right now inside lesser man’s wife

Pumping thrusting venting disgorging creating

Creating something that could not, would not,

Ever be forgotten by the legal husband

He wanted to kill the superior model

But that wasn’t possible because he was stuck

Super glued to a chair and made to observe

Watch his wife get utterly fucking ruined

By the huge purple meat stick with a red tip

Fourteen inches long and totally bald

Giving it to her all day and night and forever

For two people it was paradise

For one it wasn’t…

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Flotsam and Jetsam

by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Jelma's year had flown by. Some of the time was spent in China, working with Chen. She was commissioned to design and produce three dresses for him; the first two had been made in Japan while working at Kazuki. Her two colleagues and friends, Kaito and Chiyo, helped out. Both had worked at Jelma's former place of employment, Washi, run by Michu. Michu has a reputation for being a touchy boss and was known to hold grudges. Jelma faced her off in a potential war that was narrowly averted when she set up her own fashion house, Kazuki. Would a one year business legal clause have made any different? That was doubtful. The maverick designer would have found other ways to make dresses and get round that easily. Jelma always kept alert but wasn't overly paranoid.

Also adding to her team was Sera, her newest colleague and friend. Each of Kazuki's staff had an important role in the production of Chen's commissioned dresses. The third dress would be different; Jelma would temporarily reside in China where she would design and produce her final piece for him, working at his main clothing factory. Jelma's colleagues would help out, advise and troubleshoot when needed by video link, email and phone. They were never out of the loop and part of her team.

The ladies were working on a marketing plan for the first two dresses that Kazuki had produced for Chen. They were to be sold in top Chinese stores. Kazuki could only produce a limited number of dresses each year due to the small number of staff.

After the boss Jelma, there was Sera, Kaito and Chiyo. Each dress was handmade and there were only so many hours in the day. Jelma had a plan to get round this:

"I have a plan. It goes like this: Chen has six fashion houses making things as diverse as children's footwear to teenage sportswear. One of his fashion houses, called Loquat, makes women's clothing. I propose that this factory will make two thousand each of our first two dresses. That's four thousand individual dresses. It's well within Loquat's production capability. Chen informed me they can make ten thousand a week at peak demand. This is to keep up with demand and free us up here to do new projects. What do you think?"

Silence descended in Kazuki's meeting room while the four girls thought it over. Jelma walked over and made some sweet tea. Chen sent it over from China. She gave each of her colleagues a small cup of the dark green liquid.

"Well... it sounds good at first blush. Four thousand is a large number to produce. We can't do that many here. We'd have to hire new trained staff who can hand make dresses. No time to train them. They'd have to hit the ground running, like I did here. So Chen's factory being able to make them is a good thing," Sera commented. She was the newest member of the team but learnt fast, had previous design experience and was equally skilled designing or cutting garments by hand.

"Yes, our dresses are all special, unique and handmade. I trust it that Loquat can make the four thousand dresses all by hand? We need to be clear on that. If not, I'm against the venture," Chiyo replied. Her expression was grim. We are old skool purists in this awfully modern world. Only we do handmade dresses! Machines are a sell out.

"Ok, some good points there. Kaito, what do you think?" Jelma nodded, looking around the room. Her last friend and colleague hadn't spoke yet.

"My views..." Kaito whispered. She sat back in her leather easy chair and sipped the green tea. "Ok. I think we need to know about his production techniques before we say yes or no on this. But we do need the four grand making."