hell poem on bakery job

Hell

Here is now and now is here in this,

a personal hell that we all share.

There is very little pain, only endless

stress and depression followed

by mind-numbing boredom.

How we got here is a mistake.

My two weeks is now eight years

with no end in sight. Soon death

will take us away, not clinical but the death

of our life, of our soul, of our mind.

Because this is Park Cakes, a hell

born out of necessity.

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Pathways To Now

Pathways To Now

From one object can we discern all others? From one person can we discern all others? For every action there's a reaction. No, there's not. For every action there's a question.

It's like Vegas here. They know every trick in the book. Even the whores will give one less suck to save a Euro.

Imagine a planet one billion miles in diameter. On what bit would you live? Would one square mile of land be enough for you?

You say you like weapons yet you don't wanna see a million turned to ash. What about 500k? You could feel each death personally. Enjoy the pain. Suffer like God and his Jesus.

I take a bite of my rosy red apple. And all of the communists fall one by one: Red China, Vietnam, North Korea, Cuba.

Loss

“I am sorry for your loss, of a soul so precious to be taken away.                                        
But some things can’t be stopped, not even by fate or destiny.                                           

It is the order of things, meant to be unchangeable.                                                     

But fear not we will be together one day, maybe sooner than you think.                           

Your dead love is watching over you. He will ease your pain…” 

now... surreal poem

                 

Now I have no close friends but ghosts surrounding me.                                                   

We have stimulating conversation making people run – he’s mad talking to himself!

Now I have a great job that pays well plundering freshly buried corpses for their jewellery and a chance find of a full wallet – dead man’s cash to get pissed.

Now I have a great girlfriend dead six months but I keep her in oil to keep her private parts fresh – necrophilia is my passion and Angela is my lady, can’t say no!

Now I have got a cool car I pulled from the lake, seats a bit damp and engine runs a bit rough but hey it was free – stolen by yobs then found by me, finders keepers!

Now I have some expensive tattoos on my arms but I never felt any pain. I bought a lamp at the auction of a concentration camp victims’ tattoos – glued them on my skin!

Now I have a life full of bad taste and it’ll get worse in your eyes but better in mine – where can I live I need a home. Move in with you? 

new poem book Dominions of Corrosion Jimmy Boom Semtex

new poem book Dominions of Corrosion Jimmy Boom Semtex

Dominions of Corrosion is Jimmy Boom Semtex's new alternative poetry collection.

http://www.lulu.com/shop/jimmy-boom-semtex/dominions-of-corrosion/ebook/product-22532452.htmlDominions of Corrosion is Jimmy Boom Semtex's new alternative poetry collection. The work covers many topics like current affairs, conflict on both international and personal levels, human relationships in their many forms, aircraft and flight and others. One poem is in varied edited versions by other writers. Jimmy's writing is happy, sad, satirical, serious. Fans of his work won't be disappointed. It follows on from his previous books and as a stand alone volume.

Turkish Events

All he wanted was to be happy. He did very well in life. An educated man, living in Turkey with a beautiful Turkish fiancé. They were always close and so in love. He was close to her when she went to the embassy for a visa. They planned a future blissful together. There was a long queue that hot sunny day. Then they struck.

Terrorist bomb, al-Qaeda style, a big one. A well planned evil attack. Many died including his gal. He was shell shocked. Caught on camera - I'm English. How could this happen in modern day Turkey? Shocking the world. He was hospitalised.

At first they didn't tell him she was dead. If he knew, would he give up? Slowly he got better physically. Mentally it as very different. When they did tell him he'd lost her, he wasn't alone. He had two guardian angels. One was his stolen fiancé looking out for him. They were always close, neither expected it this way.

 

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poodle

Poodle

The coolest looking dog and most friendly.

Poole style. Everybody loves a poodle.

From actresses to models who want to look swish.

Normal people and breeders became enthusiasts.

Myself and my family included.

We had half a dozen poodles over the decades.

Each with a different name, look and temperament.

The only dog to look the same in three different sizes.

How cool is that?

Cool as a poodle.

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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 injured. Stuck on the ice sheet, forsaken? Airship drifts off to oblivion and death. Lost to this day, many decades later. What were their last moments like? A mystery.

Poor stricken men from the control cabin were rescued after time in an icy Hell. They risked their lives for Italy and exploration. Were the risks worth it? Italia was lost...

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. Fragmented roof tiles, fractured mosaics, dried up river. All eaten by sand, an unrelenting advance.

Dust bowl heaven for small scurrying creatures, hiding from the sidewinder snake. Now the only life here.

People are skeletons in the sand. Culture extinct, a memory amongst ghosts. Over now.

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Join Liza when she parties, works, sees her sister and her friends. Her antics are both memorable and funny. Will she remember her lover's name in the morning? 

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Spacker Company

Spacker Company

There's something I've gotta say to you.

I need to get it off my chest.

Your company really fucking sucks!

Right then, I already feel better.

You kept me waiting numerous times.

I'm not a fucking spacker you muppet!

Don't you know who I am?

I'm Jimmy Boom Semtex!

I passed all your tests, exams and space shuttle course.

Was prodded and poked before.

Got some job experience.

The job is almost mine.

NOT to be!

Don't ever fucking assume so.

Lesson in life here.

I waited for a text message from you.

I needed to know the start date.

It never arrived.

I called in and you said you were sorry and busy.

Fair enough.

I waited for six weeks and received nothing.

You're in character mode.

No second text or info.

I called in a further time.

You kept me waiting yet again!

Three fucking times now.

I politely spoke to you.

You said sit down, you're busy!

All the new spackers were there.

They're priority.

Such damn bullshit!

I should be number fucking one.

I've already worked for you.

They haven't but are all before me.

I said fuck this and walked out.

Your crap company is now blacklisted.

Along with you.

I'll go to one of your fucking rivals.

By the way.

There is someone who wishes you hell.

It isn't me.

So watch your fucking back.

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Lisa and Gemma are out jogging and experience more than a run. 

A lady called Tanya exchanges some raunchy messages with Fire Extinguisher Man. What do they say? 

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ROCK SLUT

ROCK SLUT

She dances and swirls around the dance floor like some crazed devil, her hair on fire in the flashing lights.

Clad only in black leather bra and cut down jeans she is the dream of every man but she is one while they are many, wanting her so much.

Her name is Emily and her drink is vodka – neat. She loves her tattoos.

A unicorn on her left arm and a spider on her right. Rumour has it she has a black scarab beetle on her ass. I’d love to see it as I pump her from behind.

She is a great mover, just look, all the guys lust after her, tongues on the floor.

America Violates Itself

America Violates Itself

America violates the world.

Supporting Saudi terrorist sword chopping puppets.

America violates any nation it wants.

Because they're America.

America violates like Putin violates Ukraine and Syria.

Neo Soviet American wannabes.

America violates because they're top dog.

What happens if I violate America?

Will there be a Hunter/Killer team after me?

Making me disappear like 5 Hong Kong bookshop owners?

Will my disappearance be like theirs?

Coz they pissed off the Red commie government.

Never followed the rules.

Do as you're told and don't violate us.

There are many things we can do to you.

Drop a smart bomb on you by stealth bomber.

Watch you via satellite whatever the time or weather.

Do it the old skool way and have our spooks follow you.

Hack your computer and read your emails just for fun.

We will do this and more unknown things to you.

This is the price of violating us and not following our rules.

We are America and will not be violated.

If you post rude stories of erotic scenes then it's a violation.

Just like in Red China when you go all Tiananmen style.

Like the UK government's GCHQ spies and their Prism system.

Checking up on everyone to see if you're a threat.

It's all about control of the masses.

Don't you know that writers, poets and bloggers are the next target?

Bangladeshi bloggers hacked to death for thinking online.

Vietnamese poets locked up for saying their views.

Global control of word warriors who won't be fucking muzzled!

Violate this and that Google corporate America.

Are we like terrorists or militiamen?

We have no car bombs or M16s.

I fight with my mind and my pen and my writing.

It's us versus them in violate America.

They control everything and have top lawyers.

Want to fight them in court?

You need to be like Trump but not a racist fucking cunt.

There are 5 of us who dared violate Google and America.

Because we like adult fun and sex and orgasms and writing it.

Because I am Jimmy Boom Semtex.

I wrote Fire Extinguisher Man.

Would you like to meet him and be satisfied?

He will violate you slowly dear corporate America.

With fourteen inches of big black enjoyment.

What do you say to that Google?

You're as bad iTunes and Putin and all the fucking rest.

We will remain free in our hearts and minds.

Even if you torture and kill us.

Our words and ideals will live on.

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 heritage, I’m part German, on my dad’s side. Armbrister.

He was in the British Army in World War 2, a Tommie. None of his mates guessed he was part German. Doing his bit for King and Country. His name is Arthur. The middle name I don’t tell anyone. Even today, I’m unsure why? Makes me eccentric – Nicholas Arthur Armbrister – The Baron!

My dad is my best mate. His stories of seeing Manchester in flames, December 1940, when he was in his dad’s car going from Ashton to Oldham, fascinated me. When he was conscripted, I knew he was no German. He saw his army mates die and became a man. How can I compare? Arthur, the name I never use. Known only to me and my family.

Some things are hidden, for hidden reasons. Others are an open book, for me to decide. What would you think if I told you my middle name is Arthur? After my dad. He saw Nazi bombers high over Coppice. A silver speck against the blue. Our gunfire missed by miles. If these same planes had bombed my dad, I’d never be born or called Arthur.

He told me how he collected warm bomb shrapnel, when the Germans did bomb. Memories of an old man, passed down to me. When I’m in Manchester tonight with her, I’ll think, What is it like to see a city burn at night while under enemy air attack?