Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

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 ...

Read and leave comments (0)

lada carsrussia vehiclecool carlovemachine

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...

Read and leave comments (2)

human spiritbehaviourlifepeople

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...

Read and leave comments (1)

alein craftcrash landingsecretsfarmmilitarypeople and aliens

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...

Read and leave comments (1)

oldhamnorthern townnothing to dodrink

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

cold blooded murderchildren killedpure evil

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

young ladyfollow dreamslife path

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

bakery jobtime passeswork there again

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.

...

Read and leave comments (0)

love eternalwater memory

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

solution to problemno more crimekill them all

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

working class mentough guysfightsweaponsold ways

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...

Read and leave comments (3)

freedom anywhereno stopping me

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...

Read and leave comments (1)

nuclear warstrategic bombersstrategic air commandhistory

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 ...

Read and leave comments (0)

mad bulldozer driverenjoys killing peoplesquash killram bus

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

dark nights aloneresults of lonelinessdark trip

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...

Read and leave comments (1)

school timesyears passmeet again

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.

 

...

Read and leave comments (2)

space research missionmiss familylove

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

blue oceanmissing boatalien abduction

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

illusionsurrealoutside

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

mathsmind powersecret warcomputercodes and cracking

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

acronymletters for names

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

love and sexguy and galthings going on

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

nick armbrister bookpoetry and prose2012 release

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

deep black tunnel

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

once togethersplit upbe friends?memories

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

phonecommunication deviceplastic and wires

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...

Read and leave comments (1)

autumn seasonvaried colourschanging nature

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

syria conflictcivil war deathshuman losshistorical area

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...

Read and leave comments (2)

an end of warwar is overdestruction then peace

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

old skool timesmemories from pastteen years

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

two people meetromance or not? a tear up

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

treasurelost and foundmaterial wealthprecious stonesgold

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

nazi invasion yugoslaviaair defenceshot downww2

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 ...

Read and leave comments (0)

my dark journeygunshots and murdercompared to aerial warfare

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, ...

Read and leave comments (0)

new times togethermeeting of heartslove and romance

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

happy night outmusic and dancing

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...

Read and leave comments (2)

good lifequiet streetnice pepoleno crimetrust

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.

 

 

Read and leave comments (1)

loveillusionclouds

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

moonriselunaskynaturetogether as one

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

disappeared art eventred cross manchesternick's poem

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 ...

Read and leave comments (0)

planes in skyi saw them allcool things abovevaried machines

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

tattoo designsnew inkvarious coloursongoing tattoos

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.

 

Read and leave comments (0)

your letterwords for memeaningfulonly me left

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...

Read and leave comments (1)

nick and joandancing close1980s music heroineuntold story

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

natalie dancingman with gunthreat of deathdream of freedomargentina

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

airborne explorationarctic airshipitaliaaccident

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

song and emotionmere wordsmy life and hers

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

lost and ruinedancient beyond timebones in the sand

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

love lifelife lovespace travelsurreal poem

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...

Read and leave comments (0)

1999 deliberate forcemontenegro/serbiawar and bombinginterview

Show more entries …

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message