link to ebook of jimmy semtex's new poem book

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Times of Nonchalance new book by jimmy semtex

Times of Nonchalance

By Jimmy Boom Semtex

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Madness abounds in this new book by Jimmy Boom Semtex, Times of Nonchalance. From the opening poem (A Bit of Delight about a stern woman into shady things) to the last (Blue Religion about a man seduced by a mermaid), everything is here. Sex, online romance, poems about arseholes and chavs, war in the air, the loss of a pet dog and much more. Each piece of work is unique, memorable and simply written to get the impact across. Jimmy is proud of his book. A section of local photos from around Jimmy's home town add to the character. Images include Dark Satanic Mills, of gold pussycats, of council camera cars spying on the local populace and more. Enjoy this book and enter Jimmy's surreal yet strangely familiar world.

Arsehole

What happens if someone tells you to stop being an arsehole?                                                 

What happens if they're an arsehole?                                                                                     

What happens if everyone is an arsehole?                                                                              

What happens if we live on a planet full of arseholes?                                                                       

What happens if that planet is called Planet Arsehole?                                                                          

What happens if the planet is in Universe Arsehole?                                                                              

What happens if the galaxy is an arsehole, situated on an alien's arsehole?                                                                                  

Is everything an arsehole?                                                                                                              

Are we all arseholes?

THE POETRY, PROSE AND QUOTES OF JMS AND OTHER WRITERS

 

Edited by Jimmy Boom Semtex

SWEETIE

My 'Old faithful', my cockney cat,                                                                                                                             

Sixteen years is a long time.                                                                                                              

Four homes we shared, each one different,                                                                                     
But you remained the same.

So tolerant of other cats who came and went.                                                                              

Always there to greet me with your purr.                                                                                                                   

And by your calm attention to my moods,                                                                                                                                                      You helped me cast aside my human cares.                                                                                                          

Goodbye my friend. Sleep Well.

14 July 1988.

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MY TOWN

MY TOWN

My town is a cool town, where you can go and drink beer in many pubs and clubs, from rock and metal ones to trendy dance bars. Fancy dancing the night away? Night clubs are open till gone 4am, with girls to dance close to and cocktail drinks to exotically drink. See a live band in The Abbey or Whittles, see a drag act in The Dog and Duck or try some Real Ales in The Upsteps.

If you want a job you can work in a variety of industries, from being a baker at Park Cake’s bakery, making cakes like chocolate éclairs and custard creams, to warehouse work in Littlewoods or Jacobson’s. Want to better your education? There’s a university and a new science training centre where you can learn something different.

If you want to write, there are several writing workshops. From Fitton Hill library to Oldham Central, where you can write poetry and stories about anything your heart desires. Myself, I write about my life and times gone by. Want to check your emails or go online? Every library is plugged in so you can chat to your pals in Australia.

Much of the old town is gone now. No more Mump’s Bridge, the two rail bridges are gone. The huge mill on Park Road is rubble, making away for something new. Same with the train station, haven’t you heard? We’re getting the Metrolink and trams to Manchester and elsewhere. You can come up and visit me and my town.

We’ve plenty of sights like Dovestones with wild moorland, deep blue reservoirs and hidden deep valleys. Enjoyable in every season, taking your breath away. Spend a day in Uppermill, a small tourist village, with a historic museum and lots of gift shops like Pieces of Paradise. In the other directions, you have Rochdale, Ashton and Manchester, where there are shops aplenty to keep you occupied.

People from all four corners of the world come and visit Oldham, some settle here. From the Caribbean, both America’s, Asia, Europe and more. Languages from many different places are spoken here and people have unique names like Anneke or Dalmia. All unique, adding to the culture. We’ve no aliens or Martian’s yet but never say never!

If you want history, you’ve got it. Churchill was once an MP in Oldham and a deadly Nazi V-1 bomb hit Abbyhills. Many died. To balance it out, you’ve local bands like Blouse, with not a breast in sight, doing top rockin’ tunes. A host of others do fun gigs and excellent nights out. This is my hometown, Oldham. Come and visit us, have a beer and try a local chippy or kebab.

 

 

 

 

 

SLOWLY, SPEEDILY TURNING

SLOWLY, SPEEDILY TURNING

 

All at once both slow and fast all at once. A sense of motion is awesome,

has anyone ever felt such a heady rush of speed

together with total slowness and lack of motion?

Let’s set off on our journey up to the hills,

we will arrive in seconds and in days…

here there are two speed vortices that we share at the same time, continuously.

Who an earth wants to move both slow and fast at once? I would for one.

Soon maybe everyone can – it may happen to them when they don’t expect it…

standing still and your world starts to rush by, unending rush.

 

 

 

Shoki: The Story of Sensei Pete Ratcliff

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Shoki-Story-Sensei-Pete-Ratcliff/dp/1291530320/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1394648569&sr=8-5&keywords=nick+armbrister

Interview 31/01/2013.


Nick: When did you first do a competition fight, what year? I know you said you were black belt at about fourteen so what year was your first competition fight? We’ll say at black belt.
Sensei Pete: I'd say probably one of my first competition fights was round about 1984.
Nick: So you’d be what, fourteen?
Sensei Pete: Yeah round about 1984. By the time 1986 came I was on the British National Team till round about 1999.
Nick: So you had a career with them that was what, thirteen years or so?
Sensei Pete: Yeah.
Nick: How many fights did you do for them in that time? Tournaments… Do they call them tournaments or competitions?
Sensei Pete: Competitions, tournaments, inter-clubs.
Nick: Right.
Sensei Pete: A lot of competitions, I can’t remember off hand.
Nick: Did you go abroad for them or were any of them just here? Were they just British or abroad as well?
Sensei Pete: Just British.
Nick: Right. Where were they held, were they in dojos?
Sensei Pete: Held in dojos, sports halls, various locations.
Nick: Right. What type of trophies are awarded?
Sensei Pete: There’s medals and trophies, obviously 1st place, 2nd place, 3rd place.
Nick: Like in any other sport.
Sensei Pete: And obviously in any other sport, any athletics.
Nick: Is it the equivalent of bronze, silver and gold?
Sensei Pete: Yes, yes.
Nick: Do they work on a points system grade in the competition fights, how do they work to pick a winner?
Sensei Pete: Picked on points basically, strikes to the body. If you strike the body, that’s one point. When it gets to three points you win the competition.
Nick: That seems quite low, point count.
Sensei Pete: It depends on what association it runs under. Nowadays from 1970s to the year 2013 now, there’s thousands and thousands of associations and every association has different rules.
Nick: Right.

Above Our City

Messerschmitt Me-410 night fighter formates behind his prey - a Lancaster bomber. Hunter and hunted in formation. Below the city glows and pulses like a live thing. Orange lighting up the ground clear as day. Bright yellow when incendiaries ignite or buildings collapse. White flashes when high explosive detonate. Our German kin are being murdered down there.

Above us is darkness, black night hiding clouds. Trapping the souls of the dead so they witness the spectacle below. Pin pricks of light, hundreds of exploding flak shells from our guns. Hell is here! I feel my pilot throttle back. I know he is aiming at the Terror Bomber. Our little surprise will wake up the Tommie and send them straight to hell.

Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam! roars our 2 and 3 centimeter cannon. Dozens of cannon shells spear forth into the night, crossing the two hundred meters between our 410 and the Lanc. Contact! Small explosions sparkle and dance between his port wing engines. Live flame circles and roars. Metal falls away like confetti upon my dead wife.

I see none of this attack. I sit facing rearwards, aiming the rear guns, manning the radios and radar system. I loosen my straps and lean forward. Over Rudi's shoulder I can see hell unfold. Our Lancaster flies wings level, on fire, over the city. One engine is dead, he slows. As does Rudi. I can even see his bomb bay doors open! I watch speechless, in awe. Rudi fires again.

Hello, my name is Hans. I'm the rear gunner and radar man. I explain to the Tommie. He smiles, I'm Dennis. I'm the rear gunner. Your cannons blew me in two. It's ok. Rudi is in deep conversation with the Lanc's pilot. Your plane is really magnificent. We've nothing like that. Easy to shoot down though with our cannon. Alfie replies, Yes to both old chap. You hit our bombload.

(based upon a black and white painting I saw in a book as a kid)