Saturday, 1 April 2023

it doesnt end well. anti war poem


 

 

It Continues

The communist terrorists were bored

The army was bored so they all agreed

To a little war up in the hills

The terrs said they’d make it interesting

The army said they’d give a real fight

At the local dam construction project

 

Supervised by the CCP turtle engineers

Was the grand target worthy of James Bond

One if the biggest in the country

The local commie fighters went ahead

Crossed remote mountains at night

Hit the construction camp at dawn

 

Killed 2 commie engineers dead

Filmed on shaky bulky video tape

80s cameras brought along for the purpose

Backed up by a single smart phone

Video tape was old skool cool

You wanna carry the damn camera?

The terr lugging it along said to his boss

 

It stopped him from carrying an AK

Just a backup 45 with clips

The Red Chinky engineers begged

And crawled on the floor like fucking dogs

Before being gunned slowly down

Shot in the arm leg gut then head dead

All made real world unbeatable footage

 

The 3rd engineer was untouched

But kidnapped forever scarred

By seeing his commie comrades

Tortured murdered filmed by the commie terrs

Both groups of commies hated one another

The terrorists hated the CCP turtles

 

A dozen burning reasons

Including gambling online and casinos

Drug smuggling and production

Fishing and island disputes

Crappy made catalogue items…

The list went on but they had to be real

 

So they hit the dam project

It uprooted 11 thousand native people

Would forever flood the valley

Ruining hills forests and pretty river

The army thought they were ready

Being unable to intercept the commies

 

Who avoided patrols with searching drones

The army simply wasn’t good enough

To navigate at night or track opponents

They lost the fight before it started

What would the nation think?

Stupid army fooled by smart commie terrs

 

Who hit the dam kidnapped Chinky engineers

Who nobody actually liked

And burnt all the construction equipment

This was actually insured at full value

Against communist or guerrilla attacks

The army patrols argued like kids

 

Armed to the teeth with no visible enemy

To fight shoot engage kill defeat

It was fine they acted like terrs

Opening fire on local farmers

Killing five and wounding eleven

This was one pretend operation

 

That went way too far in all areas

The Red China commie turtle leaders

Refused to negotiate with fellow commie terrs

Who should be best buddies not enemies

The terrs executed the 3rd CCP turtle engineer

The army increased their mountain patrols

 

And set up a barracks by the dam project

In case any more terrs decided to return

The traumatised local population watched

Hikers stopped hiking and it made the global news

A new terrorist problem in an SE Asian nation

It seemed men with guns never ever learned

The dam project continued as the city needed water

Wednesday, 22 March 2023

my pen name published poem

 my pen name published poem

https://theyardcrimeblog.com/2023/03/21/rob-rob-poetry/

 

Rob Rob

Posted inCreative Non-Fiction, Poetry

By Jimmy Boom Semtex

***

Rob Rob

Success is good if you get success

People will respect you if you’re successful

But what if a bank robber is successful?

Getting all that money from his raids

Dozens of robberies and hold ups 

Netting him millions terrifying hundreds

Threatening aiming shooting robbing taking

All down to success a man and a pistol

The intent to succeed no matter what

With his drive to rob banks lifting the cash

But its fine the money is insured

Keep your eyes open he’ll hit a bank

Near you and take your savings

Which the bank will pay back

Coz they’re effing rich!            

Let’s rob a bank…

(People think crime is easy and will pay. I often think about this. I knew criminals in the past including robbers and murderers. My dad was a copper. I knew both worlds. It inspired this poem.)


Bio: Nick Armbrister, is from Manchester, England. He’s been writing since April 1996 and published since Nov 96. He is very much a part of the late 90s ‘small press’ writing scene, published in mags, ‘zines, anthologies and later in the 00s, online and in his own books. He’s worked for an American publisher before but left due to editing issues. He has self published a hundred books under Nick Armbrister and his pen name Jimmy Boom Semtex. His variety of work is huge. He has written with a wide variety of poets/authors. He loves to be creative. He likes hiking and high ground and also loves tattoos and aeroplanes. His books are on the usual sites and stores. He can be found HERE on Smashwords. And HERE on Blogger.


 

our new EUROPA 7 anti war book is now out see the links...

 our new EUROPA 7 anti war book is now out see the links...


 


https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0BYRFP8PV?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860

 

 https://www.xinxii.com/fiction-literature-1/poetry-6/europa-7-516019 


https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1364392


Returning from the front of Europa VI – The Beginning of the End looks at the end of the war with Poets Nick Armbrister and Andy N instead of facing the machine guns, taking the readers back home to face whatever is waiting for them there.
Returning from the front of Europa VI – The Beginning of the End looks at the end of the war with Poets Nick Armbrister and Andy N instead of facing the machine guns, taking the readers back home to face whatever is waiting for them there.

Europa VII – Total Disarmament a study of the reality of what comes after war and how people change over time over extreme moments in time and how they deal with the consequences of their actions.

Europa VII – Total Disarmament is Nick Armbrister and Andy N at their most reflective looking beyond the vague murmurs of history books and half whispers to look at war from a different angle bringing their realities back into the light.

Sunday, 5 March 2023

russian jet shoot down poem

 

Box Off

The black box that tells of approaching enemy missiles is turned off

The black box that jams enemy missiles it turned off

The black box that dispenses radar jamming chaff is turned off

The black box that launches infra-red flares is turned off

The black box that gives out false position locations is turned off

The black box that plots enemy defence locations is turned off

The black box that steers a course round enemy radars is turned off

The black box that sees enemy anti-ai


rcraft guns is turned off

The black box that should save our jet and our lives is turned off

We are now dead and our warplane is now destroyed

The black box should’ve been turned on

 

inspired by this

https://eurasiantimes.com/russian-su-34-fighter-shot-down-by-s-300-air-defense-missile/

 

 

Thursday, 16 February 2023

new anti war poems

 

Million Bullets

One million big bullets

All being made rapid

Sent over to Ukraine

To kill Russians

 

Blow them to bits

Big artillery on the way!

Fired by hundreds of guns

Each one lethal

 

Ready to get you

A good Russian

Is a dead one

Deaded by Yankee 155s

 

Fired by Ukrainians

Protecting their land

From Putin and his hordes

America makes a profit

 

From selling big bullets

To blitz Russians

For their freedom!

 

 

Race 2

Same old shit going down

Graves of men now silent

Nowt much happening here

Just dead bodies buried

After being riddled blasted

Russians killed by Ukrainians

Prisoners mostly of Wagner

Sentences cut lives now cut

Politicians bathe in blood

They had quite a run

Still race in Part 2

Race 1 was a loss

No victory only death

Plus injuries and ruin

Battlefield injuries extreme

It's fine there's time

So much time here

Satan has all the time

In the world

Wait and see

 

 

 

Can't Forget

One call a week

Hope you remember

Your mum's number

Or who will you call

You fully remember

Your friend's death

But her number

You forgot...

 

 

 

See hear all quiet/fresh snow breezy air clear air/broken men lie there

 

 

 

 

Saturday, 4 February 2023

poems from my new book project out later in 2023 Eventful War Book 2 Nick Armbrister

 

 


 photo not my own

Eventful War Book 2

Nick Armbrister

 

Argentinian Destroyer

And so business is business

War is war ship versus ship

Is just that a game of chess

Pieces here and there

 

All over the board

Max out the strategy

British made destroyers

Used by the Argentinians

Brits trained the crews in 81

 

Facing them off in 82

Using the same ships

Royal Navy style

Not an exercise

 

The Falklands War

Blame the leaders

War is business

Business is war

 

 

 

Devil Like

The pilot girl spent a day stripping out the digital cockpit of her jet

Along with all of the black boxes and other gizmos to save weight

She went to a carpenter to make a wooden dashboard

Which had six spaces for six clock type dials in the plane

No computer needed she flew by feel as if by angels

She was an avenging angel an Aggressor pilot the best

Flying an F-35 which was a ton lighter no junk inside

The dash was fitted and dials installed she was ready to go

Ready to go and kick other pilots butts teach them a lesson

The best pilots are always humble make them learn

Taught by a girl who was and is the best in her old jet

Always humble always ready to dance in the sky

 

 

 

Hit Terrs

Bombers making bombs to blow up American troops

Go target them in Iraq root them out search and destroy

Same in Afghan they want to detonate IEDs to kill Yanks

Similar story in Syria where Americans hit Muslim terrs hard

And in Yemen drone death strikes terror safe havens

Load the dice and roll them terror sponsor Iran is next

America spent two decades in COIN warfare up close

War with Putin’s Russia and Red China aint so personal

But they can behave like terrorists given the chance

Wait and see who is next on America’s hit list 

 

 

 

Dog Casualty

War dog eating dead soldiers

Slightly rancid flesh a few flies

Fly away when disturbed

Their meal now the war dog’s meal

Getting fat off dead Soviet troops

Killed by Nazi Parabellum bullets

A skirmish in a nameless small town

Not on any maps wooden shacks

 

Empty of civilians now under the snow

Soon the dead Soviet’s bones will be

Frozen to the ground and forgotten

By men and God not by the Devil

War dog living in the forest

Eating snow for water

Unnamed half wild alone

Dog casualty of war

One scene of many