FADE INTO FOCUS, FOCUS INTO FADE Nick Armbrister poems
- NICK ARMBRISTER/JBS
- May 18, 2020
- 3 min read
FADE INTO FOCUS, FOCUS INTO FADE Nick Armbrister
This is Nick Armbrister's first volume of poetry from his ten years of writing (1996-2006). It contains both old and new poems on several types of subject matter-from life and love to Goth and war. The poems express his views and his creativity; his love of Gothic music, aircraft, the written word and weird girls inspire him and the end result is here. He wrote his poetry while in a variety of moods. Volume 2 will follow in the future with more of his poetry.
Nick has always been drawn to the weird and wonderful, and his poetry constitutes his small addition to this. The poems are simple and lasting, and make a graphic and often startling impact that cuts like broken glass.
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BLUE SUMMER SKY
The sky shimmers in this English summer, the heat covers everything.
All the green meadows have turned golden brown in the sun.
This is the month of flaming June where all of the trees show
their green leaves to the sun, the sky.
Rain is scarce this time of year, for all of the reservoirs and lakes are dry.
There is not a drop to spare as the clouds have all gone away,
Yes, they will be back but many months later in the autumn.
The land is coloured so many colours, brown, gold and green.
Everyone loves the summer, all of the great sunsets and fiery blue skies.
THE CRAZY PRESIDENT
The bombers were on their way to Russia and the subs ready to launch.
The president had given his order to attack so the American patriots went
and did their duty to a man.
It seemed that the Strangelove scenario had become shatteringly true.
Russia launched their missiles in response just as their Yankee counterparts had done;
in half an hour all mankind would be cinders blowing in the wind.
We had all been so stupid and naïve, no sane reason can explain why this had
happened. All because the Yankee president got up in a bad mood, the world
has paid the price – Armageddon.
When some survivors emerge from the ruins, all they will fight with are sticks
and stones –
this is the so-called way forward –
we all wonder whether or not it will happen, in our real world.
As the cold wind blows from the East, we hope, prey and wait.
CASTLE IN THE CLOUDS
High above the equatorial rainforest atop a pillar of clouds is a massive castle made up of so much stone, it’s the size of a mountain and it floats on its own huge grey clouds. Here live the mighty warriors of times gone by.
While their bodies have long since turned to dust their spirits fly about the empty walls and chambers.
No one knows how many are here or how many battles they have fought, they are here forever to fly and to fight their last moments over and over until eternity dawns.
Maybe one day if the castle ever falls to earth mortal man can walk where the spirits do but until then he can only dream of doing so.
AVALANCHE
With a speed of the wind the skiers race down the mountain,
steeper and steeper, in a bid to escape in this battle for survival.
In a second of fury the avalanche catches up with them,
a world of white violence and death envelops them, killing all but one.
His friends are broken buried bodies gone forever amidst the packed white
powder; he is a lucky man who owes his life to fate and his own crazy luck.
JOYS OF BEER
Let’s get drunk and have a laugh with lots of beer.
Any type will do because it’s the water of God,
life would grind to a halt if it wasn’t for our ale.
We sing its praises in a dozen pubs with a dozen pints.
Our talk is bollocks and all things insane in our crazy night
out on Oldham town.
As our night draws to a close we stumble about in a crazy swirling
world of beer, bollocks and bullshit, soon to be beer corpses.
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