Juniper’s Daughter: War Is Obsolete – Futility and Hope By Nick Armbrister

Juniper’s Daughter:
War Is Obsolete – Futility and Hope
By Nick Armbrister

Brother
My dear brother I think of you now, what you mean to me as my brother. We have a family bond that is very special at this time of year. As your sister I want to say thank you for being there when I needed you. We are a family no one can take that away from us. Our times together through good and bad, we are a family and that matters to me, to us all. Thanks for being there my brother.

Mother
My dear mother you mean so much to me at this time of year. When the nights draw in and the temperature drops I think of you. Of the family bond we have from so far back mother to daughter, years fall away like birds like birds of a feather. I think of you at this cold time of year, of the warmth you bring me. You my dear mum.

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Oil Man
Japan Daria died for the job he loved. How many of us can say that? Not many. He worked in the petro-chemical industry. His dream career was cut short one awful day. He died inside an ‘oil’ storage tank, an above ground metallic cylinder. Did he fall in or was he cleaning it? No one knows. His body is still there, in the tank, today. His dear fiancée placed a memorial sign on the tank, Japan’s tank. I filled his boots but I don’t want to die in them, thank you very much. I’ve shook his hand. When I open the tap to get fuel, out popped his hand! All preserved and leathery. Such miraculous qualities of oil and fuel. It won’t bring him back to life but pauses time. Japan is now my working companion, my buddy. I talk to him. He tells me faster but safe ways to do the job. Will he look over me? Be my guardian angel on the oil site? His spirit ventures with me everywhere. We’re inseparable and both love oil. 

Safe

Safe

Are you safe in your fortress of stone or do you live in a castle of thought? The way to your pussy is controlled by an electronic security system. In autumn the circle is complete. There's a man who worships the bomb. His world went white. Don't hate the hardmen, try to understand them.

DUST UPON THE STAIR

DUST UPON THE STAIR

My life careers on so fast, the years and people fly by to who knows where,

times I had have been the best so I'll remember them but forget the bad.

Isn’t that the way we live our lives? Always wanting to remember the good but not the bad.

My music still sounds the same, bringing haunting memories back that I thought had been lost forever. I think of them with a chill down my spine.

They’re like dust upon the stair, undisturbed except by a solitary footprint.

Whose is it? It isn’t mine, only the ghosts know, they glide through my mind in long forgotten memories taking me to a reverie almost undreamed of in my normal state of mind.

SOCCER MATCH

Soccer Match

And so we've finally reached midnight,

The question was, why did it take so long?

Now the forces of war and darkness are ready for evenfall.

The nuclear clock ran out of time.

It started when Turkey carried out their threat.

They shot down a Neo Soviet Fencer jet.

Both crew ejected but one was killed by rebels.

The same rebels the Neo Soviets bombed recently.

Payback is a fucking angry bitch.

Neo Soviet lies now spew forth.

RT and Sputnik propaganda sites insist:

it was ground fire; our jet was over Syria, not Turkey.

Did they say ground fire so they can hit the missile sites?

No doubt a counter move will follow.

This will be a big football match.

NATO v Neo Soviet Russia and their proxy slaves.

Just like the old days but with a difference:

NATO never splashed an enemy jet like this.

Not since Korea when America and Soviet pilots battled it out.

I've waited all my life for this.

Gonna get a front row seat for the big event.

Get my beer and pizza ready.

But it would have been different if the Fencer had an escort.

Were where the Flanker fighters?

Back at base drinking vodka?

We'll need a litre of vodka for what will soon follow.

End of days, Armageddon, the Apocalypse, World War Three...

Putin The Dog Bomb

Putin The Dog Bomb

There's a new type of bomb.

A real dangerous one.

A real fucker that will kill you dead.

It's shaped like Putin The Dog and is as evil.

Full of his malicious intent but twice as bad.

Carried off to war aboard Neo Soviet bombers.

Dropped on Ukraine and Syria.

Then elsewhere or on you.

Doing the real Putin The Dog's bidding.

Killing enemies and innocents.

It doesn't matter who.

Putin The Dog doesn't care.

As long as his Putin The Dog shaped bombs are used.

Killing, maiming, blowing things up.

The more used the better.

New bomb contracts for his war factories.

Making Putin The Dog bombs shaped like Putin The Dog.

Instead of being full of propaganda and crap,

these are full of explosives and shrapnel and hate.

To kill kill kill you all dead.

vodak

Vodak

There is a man who drinks vodka from jam jars.

He's the smart one.

No need to use glasses.

Simply eat the jam then wash the jar.

Use the lid when you're going places.

Moonshine style.

Adding to the liquor memory.

Making history with each drink.

Living each time you experience the firewater.

Loving what it does to you.

Where it takes you.

Away from the sewer you call home.

Making you forget your forsaken family.

Who won't talk to you.

Moving on from your old evil friends.

You're dead to them and their world.

The storm drain is your home.

Same temperature all year round.

You catch fish in the nearby stream.

Eat sewer rats when it freezes over.

Drink homemade vodka to keep warm and forget.

Made in the small still you built.

Old aircraft parts given new life.

Your life isn't perfect.

You live alone underground.

Have only your dog called Sam.

A stash of vodka, some old clothes and memories.

And when you witness the bombs fall on distant cities.

You'll say, I'm fine and happy here. I escaped the rat race with their greed.

You, the vodka drinking tramp.

But be warned, your head says.

The small stream runs past the city.

Head to high ground before radiation gets you.

For even you need fresh water.

Pack up your still and wander afresh.

Look for a cave that belongs to you.

One near the snow line.

Then make vodka and trap animals.

Eat fish from a mountain lake.

And remember who you are.

Are you what you want to be?

You the survivor, only one left.

Vodka free and cabin fever happy.

Screaming at the wind while watching the clouds.

Is each one a spirit from the dead cities?

Jealous of your escape.

The wise old tramp who beat the world.

Who lives one with nature and vodka.

Free free free at last.

Now with nothing to fear but his own death.

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series One by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series One by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Meet Fire Extinguisher Man. He has the advantage. Women like him. Including your wife. But shh! That's our secret. Many men want to be him; few aspire to be. But only one is. And he's unique.
To look at him, you'd think he was 'normal'. This is because physically he is but for one thing. And this one thing gives him his power over everyone else. Including your pretty darling wife. His penis is twice the average length. Twelve inches instead of six. Fire Extinguisher Man is white; his tool is black. Extra skin pigments? Only he knows the real truth. Maybe one day Fire Extinguisher Man will share the reason why he's got a big twelve inch black cock.
Fire Extinguisher Man's first lady to satisfy was Mel. Mel was a twenty eight year old secretary at a local plastic factory. Her husband, Lee, was the Managing Director. He spent more time at work than with his wife; she was being neglected. Mel's friend suggested that she answer Fire Extinguisher Man's advert in the local paper. A quick email and it was arranged. While hubby was doing overtime, Fire Extinguisher Man called round to satisfy his darling wifey.
The house was in a plush neighbourhood of Maidenhead. A Jag and MG sports car were parked on the drive. With an air of confidence, Fire Extinguisher Man walked up to the large varnished front door and rang the bell. A jazzy tone sounded deep inside the house. Minutes later the door opened and a shy but pretty lady peered past the edge. Fire Extinguisher Man smiled and nodded. The lady tried to speak. Her words were everywhere.
"It's ok Ma'am. Please don't be nervous. I'm Fire Extinguisher Man. You emailed my ad and here I am," Fire Extinguisher Man replied with a smile.
"Yes... yes I did. Please forgive me, I'm a bit shy. I... I..." Mel struggled to reply.

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Empty

Empty
In the nascent
empty vessels of time,
I hear your voice.

SOUTHERN CROSS by Nick Armbrister

Javid was a member of the Catholic Christian church in the sprawling city of Leeds. He was neighbour and friend to Kenna in more ways than one; he lusted after his female friend and soon crossed a line by telling her his thoughts. He knew she was a gothic witch and quite open-minded, how far would she go? He shouldn’t be having these very un-Christian thoughts but he was human. What would his God say if he knew?

Moving to England from America back in the mid 90s, he was a missionary for the Church, his church, and widely regarded in his community. With a loving, child bearing wife and mother of their three children, Javid wasn’t alone sharing his home and life with Diane, his wife of thirteen years. Everything was fine until Javid gave in to his randy thoughts on his neighbour and friend Kenna. At first he tried to ignore them and forget about them but there was something lodged in his brain that wouldn’t go away; his lust for the single parent gothic girl who lived next door. When he made love to his faithful God fearing wife he always thought of Kenna and almost cried out her name when he was coming inside his wife. What would she say if he did so? Would she remonstrate with her husband for sinning, thinking illegal thoughts and then leave him? Or worse still, report her husband to his church who would kick him out in shame? He had to be careful. In his mind he plotted how to get Kenna in bed, even if it was one of the unholy sins and against everything he believed in. Javid’s own pleasure mattered here it had been neglected for too long. His brown quiet eyes hid a cunning mind that would have surprised his wife, if he had admitted to being a potentially bad husband.

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Kenna was pissed off; her London penpal of twenty years called Paul had upset her again. His text messages were getting more abusive and inflammatory. He accused Kenna of having an affair and of fancying her other penpal of five years, Nigel. This stemmed from an argument Kenna and Paul had over if they should meet, she questioned why he was always so pushy and rude, he replied it was because he was a dominant man. And that he loved her. It was a strange way to show it.

She was having none of his nonsense and mentioned that her other penpal from Manchester, Nigel, wasn’t bossy or rude and he would no doubt treat her like a lady and queen. And on top of that, both shared the same interests of gothic music and reading. Paul reacted like he was meant to and spat his dummy out, giving Kenna a small victory and some respect showing she wasn’t a lady to be messed with. It was at this time Kenna texted her neighbour and friend Javid to come round so she could talk about her man trouble, he agreed and gently knocked on her front door.

The two friends talked for twenty minutes, Kenna explaining in a vexed voice just what Paul was like and Javid nodding in agreement in the one sided talk.

When Javid said what was on his mind, it took the blond haired girl by surprise, not helping her out with the trouble with Paul. He announced rather quickly: “I think of you when I masturbate Kenna. I have for a while now, I know I mustn’t due to the church and my religion but I can’t help myself. I just can’t.”                                                                                                                                                                   

 

Hike

I’ve been on an eight mile hike with my mate, getting out of town.                                                                Up roads, to the Waterworks to give a witch my Amelia Earhart spell.                                                                                     Venturing through farmer’s fields, over dry stone walls and under barbed wire fences. Wondering, where’s the damn path?                                                                                                        Up to Bishop’s Park monument, fucking crazy view of crap Oldham,                                                Manchester and distant Warrington. I went to look at the distance marker but some cunt had nicked it!                                                                                                                                                   How high up are we, one thousand feet I think.                                                                                          

Back down to get ale and kebab, into town.                                                                                               We saw a homeless cunt who wished us,                                                                                                          “Have a shit evening lads!”                                                                                                                      Fuck you too tramp!                                                                                                                                   We saw the after affects of a lad being hurt,                                                                                        fifty yard blood trail that led from the back of the ambulance to another pub.                                                         My shit town, we escaped for a bit.

METALLIC

Twisting rusting wire tightly wound round the base coiling its way from electrode to electrode dancing in blue electricity reflecting off the dull tarnished surface, metallic colours shine in the dimly lit light making pain burn through my body, torturing me with pleasure and pain in a collage of hell.

I’m a human mind hooked up for the electrical trip of a lifetime.

It's Spanner Time

It's Spanner Time

The factory bullies were real fucking cunts. Solid gold motherfuckers. Being permanent staff, they felt they could do, and did, what they wanted. Their tongues were right up the boss' hairy arse.

There's only one thing worse than a brown tongued arse licker, a fucking bully. Safety in numbers, four against one. That's how it always was and will be. Four cunts picking on one quiet hard worker.

It's often the new boy or the agency worker who gets it. If being on a lower wage isn't enough, deal with the bullies.

Ignoring them might make them stop. Or it might not.

Report them to the boss. The very same boss whose arse they lick.

Take a Glock pistol into work and blow them away. You're on a multiple murder rap then.

None of those solutions will work. I suggest getting a set high quality stainless steel spanners. Put them under your shirt. Allow the bullies to bully you.

Show you're upset then take out a 22MM spanner and smash them the fuck up. When each is on the floor unconscious, take out your duct tape. Secure their mouth, legs and feet.

Then pull down their jeans and shove large size spanners up their skinny butts. Give them a few kicks with your steel tipped boots for good measure. Justice is done.

To deter them, leave a note saying, Bully me again, I really will fucking Glock you. Be nice to people. You set of cunts.

 

Bus Or Taxi?

Bus Or Taxi?

The wheels on the London bus go round and round, till the driver crashes it Tequila style. Everyone loses their heads, except him. He gets into a Black Bomber taxi and pops open a vodka. Need a lift guv?

interesting writing tips. commas, i hate them lol

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get paid for posting your poems...

right then. this is legit. we've all heard the horror stories of being offered free cash for writing poems or stories and been let down, lied to, ripped off etc. in my long writing career (20 years in april 2016), ive been almost scammed, lied too and the rest of it. vanity publishers were the worst. offering to publish my Juniper's daughter novel in 2001. ive still got the contract, unsigned, as a reminder. they wanted several grad to print a couple of thousand books. no distribution, online listing or f*ck all. self publishing blew such 'companies' away. ive seen 1 or 2 sites offering cash for poems before over the last decade. and always avoided them. then saw this 1 on a writing group here and took a chance. after all, what can go wrong lol? im very cynical. my cynicism was proved refreshingly wrong. i posted several poems and got paid for doing it. the option is there for me to post more. ive thousands of poems. ill post some later. right now, i want my writer friends/colleagues to post some. this is legit, i vouch for it. after all, ive experienced it. so away you go. this project gets my full respect and support. link is here.http://www.realisticpoetry.com/earn-money-for-writing-poetry-program

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Four by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Four by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Of all the lovers that I've had, Fire Extinguisher Man is the best. He hits the spot and feels so bloody good. Does he have the biggest cock in England? I bet he does! Tina thought, her mind and body an ocean of desire and pleasures of the flesh.
Fire Extinguisher Man was coming. He moved his hips with Tina. They never speeded up. Some pleasures were best enjoyed gently. She bent over to kiss her lover, little butterfly kisses of love. Then she straightened her back and felt the benefit of the deep action. Her arousal heightened and she climaxed. They came together, holding hands. Sighs and cries emanated from the couple. It went on for eternity. When it was over they collapsed into one another's arms. Tina drew her legs up and wrapped them around Fire Extinguisher Man. He felt her sweat and wetness on his body. A nice feeling.
Hours later upon waking they showered together, doing each other's back and had oral sex. After that they ate a light breakfast, had coffee and made love again. A random timeline of events. Tina got Fire Extinguisher Man to pop the dildo in the fridge to cool it sufficiently for an opposite experience from before. He mentioned the freezer but she explained it was too cold and would give a cold burn injury and also damage the glass.

Death 

“My special child, you will soon be with your soulmate. Yes, your soul is empty, torn in two. Your dead love is the same; don’t fret, as you will soon be together. Now you must find a way to be there: journey to a place where your end can be symbolic, in a place you will be together with him.
“There is no pain like loneliness and no heaven like being together with your lost love, permanently. Soon it will be so, so don’t worry, my young one.

“Go to the lake, to the frozen lake of death. There you will die…” 

Nobody to Flirt With By Jimmy Boom Semtex - Nick's world of writing

Nobody to Flirt With By Jimmy Boom Semtex - Nick's world of writing

Nobody to Flirt With By Jimmy Boom Semtex

Nobody to Flirt With

By Jimmy Boom Semtexhttp://www.lulu.com/shop/jimmy-boom-semtex/nobody-to-flirt-with/ebook/product-22427891.htmlMeet Delilah or Del as she likes to be known. She is married to Chad but likes Russ. All are tattooists and like art. They have their own studios and rivalry is fierce, in tattooing and in love. Who will be the best tattooer? Who will Del end up with? Join Del on her journey in life, from her early days, to tattooing, enduring hell and darkness, visiting Japan and having spiritual rebirth. Celebrate her happiness and love of art and music in this new ebook by Jimmy Boom Semtex.

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Join Jelma and her friends as they design cutting edge dresses and work in the fashion industry at Kazuki, a unique fashion house. They love their work, are creative and passionate and very good friends. New girl Sera hosts a party and Jelma meets Chen, a Chinese billionaire and business man. He wants Jelma to design new dresses.

Jelma looked good with her friend's 'husband' in the photo. It was a selfie. "There's a photo of your handsome husband and me together. We both look good together. What are you going to do about it?"

Sera smiled and replied, "I'm going to fucking kill you!" She laughed madly. As did Jelma who had just sorted out the dress display before the party.

Both girls sat down before it began. It was to celebrate moving their fashion house, Kazuki, into their own premises. Previously they'd been based in Jelma's aunt's house. That was only temporary after Jelma left her previous employer, Washi, run by Michu. A potentially nasty falling out had been averted and it was now time to concentrate on fashion, make stunning dresses and lots of money. And have fun while doing it.

Kaito and Chiyo were there too. They made up the team at Kazuki. Sera was a new employee and long time friend of Jelma's. She was trusted and shared a joint interest in the fashion industry. This made her an ideal employee.

"I'm going to steal your husband off you," Sera joked. Even though Jelma had no husband or boyfriend. She wasn't even dating. The man in the photo was Jelma's friend and ally. He had underworld contacts and was her 'muscle'. His help was important in ending the falling out with Michu and her Washi fashion house. If any trouble arose in future, the 'muscle' would be there. A phone call away.

"Yes, you can try. He'll shoot you," Jelma commented in a neutral voice. They were sat on Sera's veranda. Sera was doing her nails. Jelma drank strong coffee.

"Shoot me with his big love gun?" Sera grinned.

Bedlam War Satire

Bedlam War Satire

Spring here in all her glory.
Bedlams in a field with mummy munching grass,
fresh green shots in small bellies. What is this?
One bedlam has blood round her mouth.

Been eating severed fingers of dead soldiers, still fresh.
Not the bedlam’s fault that war came

to their field killing daddy bedlam stone dead.

Maybe this finger pulled the trigger

on the gun that killed him.

Stupid soldiers, all dead.

Best to be a life bedlam.

The Humble Maid - Erotic Confessions of a Domestic Goddess by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Even the seventy two year old granddad got in on the action! He was the boss' father! He proved that there was plenty of lead in the old pencil. Their sex session was something, he could still really fuck!

"I'm going to climb on top of the wardrobe and jump on you," the randy old bugger said. True to his word, that's exactly what he did.

"Go on then old timer," Sue retorted, laughing.

"Watch this..." The naked old man was very sprightly. He scrambled up onto the draws and wardrobe. After several seconds judging his aim, he leapt. Sue was lying on the bed with her legs wide open. The old bastard landed right on target! His hard five inch cock went straight up her pussy. Bull's-eye! Don't tell his invalid wife, who's in a nursing home.

The Asian maid wrapped her legs round the old timer and they started fucking. She thrust up from below and he from above. Both grunted and shagged away. Talk about keeping it in the family!

They got it on like it was straight out of a movie. It would have been if the maid was daring enough to set up a camera, even a hidden one. But she was too honest and didn't want to disrespect the family. They were a good people, even her boss, and had treated her well, giving her a job, sorting out her visa and feeding her. Even if she had no freedom and worked long hours. Times like this made up for it.

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