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Lada Love

 

Lada Love

Have you ever been so in love with a machine it hurts?

I am. The reason?

Lada cars especially Riva estate cars with square spotlamps in the grill.

What a beautifully proportioned machine,

each line in the right place.

Utilitarian design and poetical looks, filling my soul with joy.

Yes I feel happiness when I see a Lada car.

It makes my day and I ...

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HUMAN SPIRIT

 

HUMAN SPIRIT

 

What a life, running on twin rigid train tracks going to a certain point

but how easy it is to come off then end up hurt!

You see, this is life and we are all in it together coping how we can to do our bit.

I do things differently than you. Sometimes I succeed while others I fail.

At least when I’m down I can say I’m not the only one.

There are o...

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Trash Overhead

 

Trash Overhead 

I live in the desert on my own little farm near the damn secret airbase where they do their testing.

My grandpa saw your nuclear tests in the 50s shook our walls and gave him cancer.

I sued the government and got $36,000 a fortune back then.

Re-vamped this old farm and met a girl who worked at the base,

her car broke down on the road and she became my w...

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North Town

 

North Town

My stress and anxiety continues.

It’s living in this crap dying town,

that I’m sure of.

I’d rather be in West Berlin writing poetry,

engaged to a Fraulein.

Soaking up European history.

Instead I’m here: Oldham.

Thorn in the side of the North.

You want a cool place,

go to Manny.

Nowhere is like Manchester.

Catch a gig or shag a bir...

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Again and Again

 

Again and Again

It's happened again.

What you ask?

Oh you don't wanna know, it aint good.

A slaughter of innocents who were INNOCENT.

What was their crime other than learning at school?

Doing what kids do being looked after by their teachers.

 

You did COLD BLOODED MURDER.

 

Some things are fucking WRONG.

You did that.

Fully aware of your ev...

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Siren Flight

 

Siren Flight

She moves with grace and poise like a black swan. Utterly majestic.

Against the blue sky, she flies. Each wing beat taking her closer to her true destiny.

Defying all that stands in her way. Knowing that her path is oh so true and divine.

I can only imagine what this beautiful young woman will achieve in her precious life.

Are we lucky to witness her fligh...

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Hall of Memories

 

Hall of Memories

Have you ever noticed how fast the years pass?

Like a speeding car zooming thru the countryside,

catching fleeting glimpses of objects becoming something.

 

What?

 

Such is the impression when I get a job in the bakery,

twelve years after I quit.

My eyes open, who's still there; looking for a friendly familiar face.

Ah! There's Kare...

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Memory of water

 

Memory of water

Do you know that water has a memory?

Like my memory of you from our time together.

Across the years what is ours will endure.

No one and nothing can ever steal that or erase what is real.

It started when we met in the place of many people.

Why did we notice one another?

What act of fate brought you to my heart?

There for eternity and a day.

...

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Hot Day

 

Hot Day

It was a hot day in the Nevada desert.

Slowly in the distance, a dot trailing smoke came closer.

Minutes passed.

Above a faint jet engine sounded, no more than a whisper.

The sun was at its highest, burning mercilessly down.

 

An omen of coming events?

 

The dot was now a vehicle, an old yellow school bus.

Bars covered the windows.

Hands...

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HARD

 

HARD

 

Every generation has its own hard men

who rule the block, kick the new kids ass’s.

Who rule every bar, don’t take no for an answer,

are not to be messed with and demand respect.

They use the weapons of their trade, knives,

brass knuckles, guns, bats and more.

Take them away and their fists are a back up,

sure fire way of defence, offence.

A h...

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HALT

 

HALT

 

Put an obstacle in front of me and I’ll climb over it,

weigh me down with shoes of lead, I’ll run away ever so fast.

Cut my wings and I’ll steal a plane to fly to freedom,

you halt my progress, jealous of my success.

It causes me strife and pain though I don’t show it,

I know I’ll triumph at the end of the road, achieving my dreams

of lifelong succes...

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NIGHTS AND THEIR CASTLES

 

NIGHTS AND THEIR CASTLES

 

SAC crews to your bombers your nukes are onboard it's time to do battle against the commie infidels.

SAC shield protects us two lightning bolts and one olive branch, you work it out - double offense.

Peace is our profession. Compared to old weapons it's the same but with infinetly more power,

nuke bombs are our new lances, the sky is our cast...

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Squash Kill Bulldozer

 

Squash Kill Bulldozer

Madman drives his beloved pink fifteen ton bulldozer, named Sheila, at a civilian bus packed full of screaming innocent civilians. Bang! No mercy here as our dear madman reverses and guns the throttle to do it again. More metal shouts under protest and glass shatters. Dozer driver judged it just right, metal dozer blade impacts the side of the yellow bus at head ...

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Nightly Events

 

Nightly Events

I'm used to sleeping alone at night in my bed. No one there.

I'm used to being unloved and unwanted at night, feeling the touch of a bullet.

I'm used to being forlorn and forsaken, dead inside during dark hours. Inside and out. I'm used to having no lover to get wet and sweaty with, damn hot eroticism. Not in my bed or life.

I'm used to having no one hold me...

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Old Skool

 

Old Skool

We went to your old school,

in an area where crime is rife and drug dealers think they rule the streets.

What do you think when you see your old school?

Are your memories good or bad?

Were you bullied like me? Or have lots of friends?

Do you want to go back in time and spend a day in your school,

in your favourite lesson?

If so, what lesson?

A...

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Word of?

 

Word of?

What planet are you from?

Do you return home to see your loved ones?

I'm sure you miss them.

I'd miss my wife if I was eight light years away from my beloved.

 

Let alone missing my beer drinking brother.

If I remember, it was his round.

That was a decade ago, before I was posted to Desert World Two with its cold cobalt snow and methane sky.

 

...

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Into the Blue

 

Into the Blue

The sea is deceptively calm on this cloudless spring day,

away from the shore a twin hull catamaran sails,

leaving a gentle wake upon the mirror smooth ocean.

Painted yellow overall you can’t miss her,

like a glass bottle upon the sand.

Out of nowhere a thick mist comes down

covering everything in sight like white blanket as you sleep.

A sense...

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TELL

 

TELL

 

Alternative worldview as I sit on my throne,

trolleys in the car park only purpose to exist.

Tell me what is it like to be a pond?

See a mirror in your smooth serene exterior,

are you reeling inside under the surface like me?

Danger of drying up in summer stagnant stinking water.

Frozen solid two seasons later hard as stone.

Are you me or am I yo...

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Mind Men

 

Mind Men

Men with brilliant minds fought a war in the ether, fighting an invisible war.

Using maths to crack enemy codes of unbelievable complexity.

Making sure they were never found out.

Enigma and Lorenz were cracked by pure brain power.

Mathematics being the power of intelligence, enemy codes saying everything.

Hidden no more.

Lists of army units and air for...

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ACRONYM

 

ACRONYM

 

An acronym for this, an acronym for that.

RTA, road traffic accident, metal meat grinder

crushing pulping raw red flesh.

Watch the skies and blink twice, was that a UFO?

See the little green men loop their unidentified flying object,

of course you imagined it.

You should feel safe protected by NATO

from the enemy whoever he is.

Yet there i...

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We out of my Berlin Tokyo War Hearts book

 

We

We don't talk now but we once did. I was there when it all went wrong; a ghost, spirit or spectre? No just me. I saw you argue with your wife, knew you'd blame me and be vicious. A Jack Russell. Who's the postman?                                                                                                             

 

You threw stuff, broke a picture on the wall. Threa...

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Berlin Tokyo Warhearts book...

Berlin Tokyo Warhearts book...

 

 

http://www.amazon.com/Berlin-Tokyo-Warhearts-Nick-Armbrister/dp/1471713040

 

Berlin Tokyo War Hearts is Nick Armbrister's new poetry book. Various events inspired this book: the tragic death of a precious lady called Lynette; study of the Falklands/Malvinas War; and Nick's journey through life. Nick's new work is published here f...

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TUNNEL

 

TUNNEL

 

Tumbling end over end down the black nothingness of the tunnel, spinning down breaking my bones, bruising my flesh in a violence of movement.

Now, numb with pain I pass out as all my blood drains from my veins to be replaced by ice-cold fear. I’ve never been so afraid, all I want is peace, to rest, to sleep, to die.

My life is taken up by this tunnel, never ending...

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YEARS GO BY

 

YEARS GO BY

 

The years go by as I live my life, joy fills my heart, me,

as I think of you, of the times we had and the bands we saw.

Now you’re gone, pain fills my head, me, as I realise that you

were the one, not any more. Contrasting emotions and images

welling up inside me, confusing my brain as another failed encounter

fills my being, taking me to the dept...

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TELEPHONE SURREALITY

 

 

TELEPHONE  SURREALITY

 

Three colours of grey all flowing into one to make a crazy dance of colour direct from the plastic mould.

Now assembled into such a frightening thing, the instrument of love, life and death.

Multiple square bumps all placed in rows like so many stationary soldiers each with a sharply made out symbol.

A long coiling snakelike wire brings li...

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AUTUMN SKYSCAPE

 

AUTUMN SKYSCAPE

 

Dawn comes in a flash of colour, the sky torn apart by yellow,

stark leafless trees stand out against the heavens which have thin wispy clouds that hide the sun behind an ocean of colour that my eyes struggle to see.

Soon the brightness dies like a wilting flower and the clouds layer the sky in an undulating landscape of gossamer;

it looks like an ups...

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Road to Damascus

Road to Damascus

This historical and bloody road to the holy city is paved with bloody footsteps.

So many died over two millennia.

Nearly thirty thousand more have been added to the Damascus Road.

All dead, killed by ultra violence.

Syrians murdering Syrians.

When will it finally stop?

In another two millennia or when they're all dead?

Bloody Damascus Road in a r...

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AN END TO WAR

 

  An End to War

Man waged his final war and got it over with.

Border disputes were settled, cities bombed, military bases raided, jets shot down, people killed and nations pulverized.

At last it's over, the killing and guns silent.

What now in this quiet wasteland world?

Guns were out ammo, bullet factories bombed flat, soldiers dead.

Flowers grow on their grav...

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Old Skool

 

Old Skool

We went to your old school,

in an area where crime is rife and drug dealers think they rule the streets.

What do you think when you see your old school?

Are your memories good or bad?

Were you bullied like me? Or have lots of friends?

Do you want to go back in time and spend a day in your school,

in your favourite lesson?

If so, what lesson?

A...

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Met

 

Met

When we met it was shattering, she lost her dad and I consoled her. She listened to my life of woe. What will we be like together when we meet?

Out of today will come, hopefully, a new tomorrow. Will it bring a harvest of peace or a whirlwind of famine? Like 2 moths we were drawn to each other, the question is who is the flame? You... you burnt off my wings and down to earth I...

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TREASURE

 

TREASURE

 

Find the X on a map tattooed onto the skin of a dead man, it’s buried gold.

Do anything to get it, kill, burn, destroy to find your treasure. Watch out,

our pals will want it but I won’t let them, I can feel it in my bones.

It’s on the next island according to the map.

Now we arrive, it’s time to start digging.

Suddenly I’ve found it! Gold, rubies, e...

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Belgrade

 

Belgrade

Broken warplane falls wreathed in smoke.

Me with two German bullets in my chest.

How it hurts.

Funny how I feel alive right now, before I die.

Was I dead when we met?

Something precious died inside when you left me.

So I joined the air force and became a pilot.

People feted me wherever I went.

Don’t you know I shot two Huns down?

Then numbe...

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My Darkness

 
My Darkness

I free wheel through today knowing things should be better but are not, I'm starting to not care anymore why should I after I feel like this? Oh I talk to the women I like in a few ways, I wonder am I being tested but for what? Like I was tested when I heard gun shots and then saw the getaway car in the wrong order? I know they were fireworks but I saw the real affect of ...

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New

New
New woman from afar by my side,
forming something special with just me.
I do with her.
We're so different.
No need for a list,
we're not cars.
We have lives, views, thoughts and feelings.
They're ours, as is what we created.
We two together.
We both were gonna give up on other people.
She cos she met dickheads, me cos I met cows.
So one last try before we both quit, ...

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NIGHT OUT

 

 

NIGHT OUT

 

It’s Friday and we’re ready to go out to hit

the town and paint it red. This is not a bad town,

our Oldham, as we’ll find out as we party the hours away.

I have a beautiful girl on my arm who means so much for me.

We breeze into Yates to the sound of Madonna

though we certainly aren’t beautiful strangers.

Time stands still as we have fun a...

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OUR STREET

 

OUR STREET

 

A quiet street is ours in a town we all know so well,

a dozen old houses with a small yard and a cobbled road in front.

You can leave your door unlocked all day, there are no thieves here,

for we are all friends. This was my parents’ house,

now it’s mine for the ten years since they left.

Our mill at the end of the street gives us all a job and the...

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UNTITLED

 

UNTITLED

 

Love is an illusion fuelled by hope

Hope is an illusion fuelled by love

The sky is full of ghosts each cloud

A spirit forever trapped in the blue.

 

 

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MOONRISE

 

MOONRISE

 

I see a faint lightness over the black of the hillside.

Stars a million miles overhead lose a slight edge.

Mist dances illuminated by her Moon Goddess.

Clouds high overhead come and go as stars sparkle, iridescent.

Excited I wait, soon she will be here. Patience now…

There! My Moon Goddess lifts my spirits, serene and spiritual.

I drift out of my...

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Natalie. Forsaken .

 

Natalie. Forsaken 
What They did to Nat's three friends was terrible. Abducted by the authorities in the middle of the night, taken against their will and ending their young existence. Hours of torture to get any info, put onto a plane and then... 
 
Filipe was lying in his mother's arms. A caring embrace. No bond was stronger than a mother's and her child. Especially Catholic...

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What a Plane Day

 

What a Plane Day

I came home from work and saw GMP Defender spy plane circling where I live. I heard the turboprops as it did racetrack patterns going into clouds. I also saw a kid's balloon black on grey sky. Did Defender's camera pick it up?

 

Then I saw a second spy plane! A plastic Diamond DA42 prop plane. Hey, prop jets are more cool. Even crap Defender has them! You two ...

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Tattoo Co-Operative

 

Tattoo Co-Operative

We work together my tattooists and me. New images spring forth out of my imagination. They have the means to create something out of nothing. Amazing arty designs forever on my skin. The girls love them and my mother hates them, way it is. Battle lines.

From tarot card designs by Pixie to Great War warplanes spitting death, my inkers do the best. Nothing else w...

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YOUR LETTER

 

YOUR LETTER

 

Just your words on paper, nothing much,

random thoughts of daily life.

What if this was the last letter on earth?

Worth the world then or in my possession

if I was stranded far away on the moon

would your words be my lifeline and save me?

Or prolong my agony, make my stay there my Hell?

A curse or a blessing in my hands now.

 

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DANCING WITH JOAN JETT

 

 
Dancing with Joan Jett
 
Dancing close with Joan Jett is so wild, it’s 1988 and we go head to head. I’m the teen kid by the juke box and she is my wet dream in black leather, one foot in front of me. Pure bloody ecstasy. Garage music blares out of the speakers and we spin around, my arm catching her waist. Closer we draw; a kiss. First of many.
 
Joan and Nick. Who w...

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Natalie. Politico

 

Natalie. Politico

There was trouble in The Argentine. A few of Natalie’s friends spoke out against the military junta who ruled the country. The two girls and one boy, all aged eighteen, had simply vanished. Natalie was scared. Roberto warned her not to speak out. The same people who forced him into the army, ending his college studies, had apprehended the teens. Their fate was unknow...

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ITALIA

 

Italia

Dream of a nation, they built a big airship for Arctic exploration. Things went so well, taking a plethora of readings and photographs till a head wind sprung up. They used most of the fuel battling the wind. Serious technical trouble followed. This would go downhill, fast.

A crash!

Ripping fabric, torn envelope. Smashed control cabin forlorn on the ice. Many dead and i...

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THE TRAGEDY OF SONG

 

THE TRAGEDY OF SONG

 

She sings in such hushed vocal tones one second,

then she shatters glass in an attack of tragic beauty the next.

The truths and traumas of life seem so real and painful when her voice glides over them,

after all, isn’t this the life that you and I and her live?

We are all in the same boat on this rough ocean at the mercy of the gale.

If we...

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AGE OLD

 

Age Old

People made of sand now lost in the sand, blowing in the breeze. Dusty grains kicked up by the whirling dank air. A dervish in a swirl. Unrestricted ruins now visible, all that remains of the old city.

Ruins are bones, bones are ruins. Everything beneath, bleach white bones under equally white moon.

Luminous.

Square stone blocks no longer upright. Earthquake tumble...

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orbit

 

Orbit 

One million hearts speak as one; I listen to the solitary one who cries out in eloquent despair. That single wounded heart will claim me by her right and ensnare me and save me from me and I’ll never break it. She’ll bring me happiness after years of sorrow. Her name is?

Rockets are for the benefit of the human race taking us to the stars or for the worst, blowing us to bit...

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interview

 

Interview

The enemy warplanes flew in high over our main port. The pretty lady who ran the port was giving an interview to the BBC. It was then the jets released their bombs. Huge bangs echoed over the port as the facilities were blasted to oblivion. Our return 23mm cannon fire answered in a fullisade.

The camera kept rolling and the girl kept speaking. No way would an enemy air a...

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UNTITLED

 

UNTITLED

 

Love is an illusion fuelled by hope

Hope is an illusion fuelled by love

The sky is full of ghosts each cloud

A spirit forever trapped in the blue.

 

 

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CEILING ROSE

 

CEILING ROSE

 

An alabaster ceiling rose is ever so delicate,

a round swirling pattern that is a joy to look at.

It used to be white but now it’s all yellow

with centuries of grime and age old smoke.

People stop and wonder what went on under

the hanging lights, what was said, who loved

who and who dared to dance close.

Today the huge dance hall is empty

...

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think

 

THINK

Do you want to renounce violence against other people on a personal scale and on an international level, where countries are bombed and shelled? This isn’t good, people are injured and die. Think what happens if I or you hit someone and kill him with one punch, this does happen. If a mortar falls and kills a dozen people in a busy market place.

What does it solve? Each perso...

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The Disappeared/Missing event Manchester, do contribute...

 

this is worth contributing to...
 
 
 
The British Red Cross in Manchester is organising a Community Arts Exhibition, to take place on WEDNESDAY 29TH and THURSDAY 30TH AUGUST at BRIDGE 5 MILL, (22a Beswick Street, Ancoats, Manchester, M1 7HR) in order to commemorate the International Day of the Disappeared, which takes place on August 30th.  There will also be a special Op...

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GHOST WRITER

 

GHOST WRITER

Our advanced Airblade jet came down in the mountains.                                                                                      

I spent wonderful times with the woman I love.                                                                                        

Now we're separated with no way of being reunited.                                         ...

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Shook Up

 

Shook Up

Yesterday. Tracy told me about her birthday, of how she went on a date to a nice city pub with a cool guy. He was tattooed and wore a stylish baseball top. They got on, made small talk about their lives, ambitions and dreams. They planned to meet again next week.

Today. The guy who took Tracy out on her 31st birthday texted her and said he doesn’t want to see her again. H...

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FLY

 

FLY

Where are you in the sky in relation to me?                                                                                         

Looping round in a great curve coming to get me, down the other side.                                                     

Do you see me in my green and yellow stunt plane?                                                                      ...

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FORGOTTEN PLACES

 

FORGOTTEN PLACES

 

Away across the green from the council houses

is a small open field with a pond and a dry stone wall.

Fifty years ago this land was all like that – open and free.

Now that land is gone, replaced by bricks and concrete

with no personality and no life at all.

All that is left is the single field with its myriad of life.

More of a puddle tha...

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Poland

Poland
Where now baby, in your stunt plane up in our sky. We acrobat into the incredible eventual abyss, upside down with our engine idling, I see your home country above us. Poland. How can it be so beautiful? Like your string wire canvas airplane, it belonged to your father. I bet he’d hate my tattoos...
Speed falling off, your plane drags downwards to an autumn Polish landscape. Arcing m...

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THROUGH THE MIRROR

 

THROUGH THE MIRROR

 

The mirror stands on the north wall of the ancient dusty mansion.

Its glass surface is pitted and marked from three centuries of use,

the frame is gilded silver inlaid with rubies and emeralds.

If you look into the mirror you will see only yourself

but if you look straight through you will see another world.

Step through the threshold and d...

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my new work done today at fitton hill writing group

 

Hidden

Call me The Baron. My full name is Nicholas Arthur Armbrister. I bloody hate that name! Do you know how I feel? My first name used when I’m naughty. “Nicholas, you’ve had a new tattoo!”

You must be part German with a name like that. Say it slowly out loud:

A-R-M-B-R-I-S-T-E-R.

They got images of Hitler’s panzers and Blitzkreig, Stukas and goose steps. No denying my ...

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PLANET

 

PLANET

 

Strange lights in the sky tell that something is wrong.

The continents are shifting and our planet is dying

in her ageless agony.

When the world splits open we will all perish

in Armageddon, but a new beginning will finally come.

It will take so long, maybe fifty million years

but who then will inherit the earth?

How long can man really stay he...

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Stereo Death

 

Stereo Death

Had my portable stereo CD player since 1999 when I had

 my first flat after me and my ex wife split up.

That stereo lasted me thru thick and thin;

raunchy love making with Diane,

swinging parties and threesomes with Kelsey,

drunken England Euro 2000 sessions with Pete

and other mad times in my second flat.

Fucking half a dozen gals from Metal H...

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MIND FLIGHT

 

MIND FLIGHT

 

A stunningly fast flight into my mind would reveal so many things that would shock and amaze you. What would you think of the destruction I’d wreak upon mankind or the flight to Venus in a second or the joy of creating a masterpiece painting of the soul?

All of these mental images are a state of mind we all can experience. What happens in your head? Will you tell...

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INTO THE BLUE

 

INTO THE BLUE

 

The sea is deceptively calm on this cloudless spring day,

away from the shore a twin hull catamaran sails,

leaving a gentle wake upon the mirror smooth ocean.

Painted yellow overall you cant miss her,

like a glass bottle upon the sand.

Out of nowhere a thick mist comes down

covering everything in sight like white blanket as you sleep.

A ...

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Vodka

 

Vodka

Oh how you hurt me dear lady, making me drink all the vodka in the world. What do I do when all of the vodka has gone? I hate whisky with a vengeance. Is it possible to hate you that much? Shall I try or do I remain a gentleman? I've never hurt you directly, only indirectly with my drinking due to having a broken heart.

 

You caused that.

 

If you gave me some su...

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SPEEDING DARTS

 

 

SPEEDING DARTS

 

Take a trip to those heady days of the fifties and what a time it was,

now today we remember and dream of such speeding darts in the sky.

With names like Vixen, Hunter, Venom, Swift and Swallow.

Now sitting in museums, silent mementos to the shattering noise of the

sound barrier.

Men lived and died high over England breaking new ground li...

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Berlin read live in gullivers manchester july 5 2012

 

Berlin

We’re going to Tango in Berlin, in the bar where we met. You the nice lady called Becca who has your parents’ names tattooed on your hand. How quaint in 21st Century Berlin, Europe’s second best city, after London. I saw your ink and knew you wanted more.                                                                                                    

I got my tattoo gun ...

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TORRENT

 

TORRENT

 

Falling rain the colour of steel, cast down by the wind blown clouds.

Count the drops in the million, a never-ending torrent drowning the land,

better stay indoors or you’re in for a swim.

See it beat upon your window like a madmen with a drum,

the power of nature in all her ragged glory.

 

 

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There

 

There

There I stand in the bakery before the huge steel metal machine, 100 yards long and silver. A cake machine worth a mint. All sorts of ingredients thrown together to make cakes, quite a mix! You’d need to see it for yourself to understand what goes on. Not a case of add this and that to make a cake, oh no. Recipes and correct steps to take.

 

Think of the engineering that...

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Nightly Events

 

Nightly Events

I'm used to sleeping alone at night in my bed. No one there.

I'm used to being unloved and unwanted at night, feeling the touch of a bullet.

I'm used to being forlorn and forsaken, dead inside during dark hours. Inside and out. I'm used to having no lover to get wet and sweaty with, damn hot eroticism. Not in my bed or life.

I'm used to having no one hold m...

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Berlin Tokyo War Hearts live poem set@isis levenshulme

Berlin Tokyo War Hearts live poem set
 
 
my ongoing tour of my new book was a live set of poems in Isis cafe, Levenshulme, Manchester on June 25 2012.  my book is out on lulu.com, look for Berlin Tokyo War Hearts by Nick Armbrister... i'll next be live at Gullivers, Manchester on july 5. the group theme was freed...

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ATOP NELSON’S COLUMN

 

ATOP NELSON’S COLUMN

 

Windy, cold and grey is the sky. The clouds amass on the horizon,

laden with rain, while a bitter wind drives them towards me.

I have never been so scared here above the earth; I don’t know how I got here,

I only want to get down.

Smoke blackened stone is cold and so alien to my touch, while the ground is far below.

I see people staring a...

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Hold Rock

 

Hold Rock

Are you my rock to trip me up before I fall off the edge of the world?

You take me for me, accept that I have problems.

And understand.

Will that understanding destroy you?

Will that be a plateau of levellity?

Perfect stability, eye of the storm.

 

What of you?

 

Do you actually notice me?

I bought her two nice tops and she left me by ...

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HOME

 

HOME

 

Been in the south 3year what a mixed time I had down there now it recedes like a dying storm that now almost never was. Only disjointed waking memories remain, the dreams tear me to bits as I lay there a prisoner of sleep. What me + my ex had, what we could have had. X, Y, Z of possibilities of my life. I stare at the northern hills dark on the, my, horizon. A clear cloudle...

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FIGHTER PILOT

 

FIGHTER PILOT

 

My mum once told me that my dad was a fighter pilot

Flying over Vietnam and Laos

Dropping bombs and killing.

He got five Migs

Before the missiles got him.

 

Yeah, my dad flew a Thunderchief.

He flew two hundred missions

Over that hell of a country

Until the missiles blew him away.

 

I never saw my dad

But he died a he...

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HEIGHT (wrote at Hay Festival, Wales 10/06/2012)

 

HEIGHT (wrote at Hay Festival, Wales 10/06/2012)

I ask why do I love you Ruth?

We've never met nor made love while gazing into each other's eyes.

Mirror to your soul.

 

What would it feel like to hold you close and have your hair obscure my vision,

as I breath in the scent of you?

Triggering something so deep inside me that I forgot it ever existed.

 

I...

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CHAFF

 

 

 

CHAFF

 

Tuesday is February, an unwanted day

like the unwanted month, of no use whatsoever.

Might as well call it the unwanted day and useless month.

Can’t go and get pissed or dance in a glitzy club on a Tuesday.

It wouldn’t feel right if you could, the working week not even half thru.

What to do? Play darts at the pub? Okay for sad middle-aged gre...

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Sky Wheel

 

Sky Wheel

Big sky wheel from heaven rolls over the land squashing houses and people and cities and families. Sky wheel doing its business from who knows where. A trail of loose house bricks that once were human dwellings. Now rubble. Where are the people? Under the boot of the sun wheel, totally fucked. Who sent this kilometre diameter circular thing to Planet Earth?

Wrecking ever...

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LANDSCAPE OF TEARS

 

LANDSCAPE OF TEARS

 

I sense that you are near me,

close enough to touch, right now.

In my mind.

No one else can see you next to me

but I do. As we are now,

we once were in reality

at some time in our history.

Your spirit never leaves me

and your ghost forever haunts me,

your love is my saviour intertwining

me in your spiders web of hearsay.

...

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FLAMES ARE TEARS. TEARS ARE FLAMES, TILL THE BITTER END... my new tattoo poem in my own writing done by matt, apprentice at banana juice near park cake bakeries. for a gal ill never love. we had 2 chances to be together and it went wierd. not over yet... i dont understand why. also my tat has many meanings and is for other ppl too, not just me. it can mean see it thru to the end, follow y...

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WOULD YOU TRUST A COMPUTER?

 

WOULD YOU TRUST A COMPUTER?

 

Here is the new revolutionary airliner for the world; it’s a flying dream, so advanced.

Full of electronic gadgets and toys doing all the work, just program the computer, sit back and enjoy the flight.

You’re a computer technician six miles above the earth. Beware, though, if something goes wrong, you will die as the computer is always right, ...

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WOULD YOU TRUST A COMPUTER?

 

WOULD YOU TRUST A COMPUTER?

 

Here is the new revolutionary airliner for the world; it’s a flying dream, so advanced.

Full of electronic gadgets and toys doing all the work, just program the computer, sit back and enjoy the flight.

You’re a computer technician six miles above the earth. Beware, though, if something goes wrong, you will die as the computer is always right, ...

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So Far From Home

 

So Far From Home

Under a curving shimmering blue fish bowl of the sky the small Patrol Torpedo boat cruises over the gentle summer swells in the distant Pacific under summer skies torn apart by brutal bitter total war. Small PT boats crewed by fifteen men ranging far and wide hunting for fat Japanese merchant ships. Boom! Go the torpedoes when a nice juicy target is found and a quick ...

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TO THE SUN

 

TO THE SUN

 

I’m flying to the sun, now free of this haunted place, to find a new destiny and to gaze upon the stars.

I won’t let me down, not like you did to me; this time I’m in my plane and going all the way to escape you all and the putrid ways of your petty lives, an end.

For now I’m free, truly free of you all and your wretched ways, now I can breathe again and live ...

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VIEW FROM THE MOUNTAIN

 

VIEW FROM THE MOUNTAIN

 

 

After climbing so many thousands of feet up the mountain I have finally reached the top, the view is like another world with so many things visible from where the eagles live.

A fine layer of cloud makes the ground seem hazy and non distinct like a fading memory you want to remember.

Ever so slowly a flock of birds fly past below skirting the...

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ACRONYM

 

ACRONYM

 

An acronym for this, an acronym for that.

RTA, road traffic accident, metal meat grinder

crushing pulping raw red flesh.

Watch the skies and blink twice, was that a UFO?

See the little green men loop their unidentified flying object,

of course you imagined it.

You should feel safe protected by NATO

from the enemy whoever he is.

Yet there i...

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GOTHIC STORM

 

GOTHIC STORM

 

Gothic storm across the heavens, splitting

the sky in two creating a rip in the fabric

of the sky into which the earth will fall,

doomed and dead into the abyss of time

forever more. We are the generation of the damned,

condemned to be this for the rest of our lives

until we die, by our own hand

or that of Old Father Time or of our enemie...

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EXILE

 

 

Exile

I use a cream for my problems in life. If I need a girlfriend I use Get Me A Girlfriend cream. And there appears a nice Size 10 slim brunette who gives good head. To get a job I used Instant Day Job cream. Applying it liberally on my arm immediately got me a bakery day job to pay for my tattoos. And for the car I need as a runabout, I got Instant Car cream. Putting it on m...

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My Blade, My Life (by Mel) read live by me at scribble fest oldham 24/5/12

 

My Blade, My Life (by Mel)
With trembling hands, she reaches for her blade. She tells herself it will be the last time.
She tells herself this every time.
She never succeeded before, but will just have to now.
With the blade in her hand, she breaks out into a cold sweat.
She starts shivering and her heart beats faster.
She thrives on these feelings,
she tells herself she mus...

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Sunny 8

 

Sunny 8

Damn yankee Mustang gonna be a real bastard and blow some Krauts outa the fucking sky. Try and stop me mother fuckers! 50cal gunning you down, got many of your kindred by my shells. Always escape with my life. No 109 or 190 ever came close to nailing me.

I'm not called Chuck Yeager! Hell no! I was in Zemke's Wolf Pack.

I died in a field near Crewe, England. No Nazi eve...

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THE OLD MILL

 

THE OLD MILL

 

The big Victorian mill sits big and majestic all on its own.

Not many are left now, since the fall of the cotton industry.

It is such a shame – most were demolished, but this is the way

to the future and of cheap concrete buildings.

This one here is one of a few, preserved as a reminder

complete with huge old steam engine.

People take their c...

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His Latest Flame/Fugitive

 

His Latest Flame/Fugitive

Feel like a fugitive in my own life, kind of use to it and enjoy it. Filling the gap where your life and love should be. Do you know how fucking alone I am now? That doesn't matter. My views go to ink, captured in my poems. What will you think when you read it? I know you exist, somewhere. If you didn't, I'd be totally alone.                                  ...

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MISSILE LAUNCH

 

MISSILE LAUNCH

 

Radar lock on, a growl in your ear means the missile sees the Mig,

now a 6 g’s turn and press the tit, see the Sidewinder dart towards the

enemy. For this is his time to die, his seconds tick away like so many

grains of sand in the hour glass.

As the solid fuel rocket motor speeds the missile to Mach 3 the Mig,

your Mig, flies for his life. A c...

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Warhearts

 

Warhearts

A girl.

A guy.

Become one.

She works in the bar.

He drinks in the bar.

They leave in his car.

He drives.

She's his passenger.

Down dark roads they travel.

To where?

Not their normal route.

Venturing here or there.

Tits up from here.

Something went wrong.

His car left the road.

Down an embankment.

Upside down in ...

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FORGOTTEN PROMISES

 

FORGOTTEN PROMISES

 

We talk face-to-face, so close, so fragile. In the morning I say goodbye

my eyes searching her tearful eyes for one last gleam of hope.

Then I go, I promise from the bottom of my heart to phone you and I will

But I never do as the headlong rush that is life rushes me by,

making that one night seem so long ago.

I ask myself, did it happen? R...

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FREEDOM

 

FREEDOM

 

I fly through the mountain valley chasing my own shadow

at five hundred miles an hour, on a knife edge

turn I fly around a rock outcrop, g-force crushing me down.

A feeling of being alive lasts forever as time stands still

in a microsecond, for I am on a wing and a prayer,

flying for freedom in a stolen fighter plane.

I have no guns or missiles to...

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MISTY WATERS

 

MISTY WATERS

 

Water, smooth as a mirror, shiny as death.

I am the lake, the lake is me.

Are you the mist hovering over

my haunted vision and fractured mind?

Lost am I but bemused by your fragile beauty.

Your cold breath on my face telling me I am alive.

Mist taking me away, quick call my Mother. I’m about to drown.

Moon above, face of my unknown lover.

...

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OUT/IN series of mad poems 2001

 

OUT

 

So we went out to see a film, with cars and music:

The Fast and The Furious. It’s like old times, you know,

Nick and Deb, when we had that thing.

Now the film ends and we go to your house,

reality hits home in the usual way.

The bloke you met sends you a text “Hello beautiful…”

and then I know it’s time to leave.

The trauma starts as I realise, th...

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Araboth

 

Araboth

One day there will be a city built from the ashes of a nuclear war that killed 6 billion people. A city built to hold a million but they’re all dead ’cause of the war.

So only twenty thousand live there, in defiance of what they have all done.

For Mother Nature will strike them down and take Her revenge against Man,

for what he has done to Her only pearl. Araboth w...

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