MUSINGS: Recent Episodes
Steven Richardson
After the third slave uprising of Rome a hundred thousand men lay dead on the battlefield another six thousand slaves were crucified along the appian way and left for months to rot as carrion for the crows also they were a lesson for anyone else minded to rebel against the might of Rome ; the appian way at that time was a freeway into the capital city . Strange to think that there are still 40 million slaves in the world today , Africa and Asia carrying the most at twenty five million , in the height of British Empire's slaving days it transported nine hundred thousand so as you can see this terrible trade is obviously still thriving and increasing in our supposedly modern and civilised 21st century.
Being at sea aboard huge luxury vessels is very glamorous and as a skipper come captain it is so easy to be wined and dined each evening by billionaires with the finest foods and drink the only drawback is that you steadily become an old soak, I worked alongside many captains who became just that, thinking back to a collision at night with JJ the skipper and a refugee boat he had got drunk with a stewardess and gone to bed leaving the vessel on autopilot the similarities to Titanic are on a much smaller scale but just as deadly , doing double dog watch shifts doesn't help instead of 4 hours you do 8 covering for someone or even the milk shift when you start at midnight and sometimes finish six hours later dozing asleep is so easy if the auto pilots on many of our crew used to come on the milk shift smelling of booze - sea watches disorientate you I've seen quite a few old sailors having a beer as they come off the first watch at 4 am .

It's about time the human realised that a tree is flesh and blood not just timber or a price of wood , these beautiful living entities give us shelter shade and our lifesaving breath ,without them we are condemning our selves to a curtain death
A poem for the king of rock and roll he was born into extreme poverty raised in a shotgun shack but managed not only to break out of that but also to attack the apartheid of America he was one of the first to start singing the black man's blues , he went from busking as a bum on Beale Street to having the world worshipping at his feet .
A musing for Lily's tenth birthday with leather jacket to match my own design of cause - mother not too keen I have a sneeking suspicion she'd like one too . By ten years of age kids of today are silicone valley sage a decade old an they're ready to fledge the family fold , far too cool for school they just let TiK ToK Rock and Rule !! .
The Oxfam shop or "The dead man's drop" is an essential part of our high street culture we all of us at some stage find ourselves sifting through their silt as if stroking and smelling the scents and spirits of our past relatives like some lost and found bric-a-brac burial ground we old elephants come to rummage around amongst the bones and skin of our not so long ago departed kin. Unfortunately all the objects mentioned in this musing is what I have purchased and given away to friends and family as Christmas and birthday presents including many more objects d'arts or as most of my recipient's see it , jumble sale junk.
Krystyana Skarbek was a polish beauty queen a countess and the longest serving spy in Churchill's SOE , with life expectancy of six weeks she lasted six years fighting against Nazi tyranny only to be betrayed by her own trusted powers that be , who at the end of the second world war with a stroke of their Judas pen turned her into a stateless refugee . Then on the day that she was flying out to be married and finally set free she was murdered this beautiful bravest of the brave femme fatale du Maquis .
These old sentinels guard over us in our early years like grandfather clocks their old hearts pendulum the rhythm of life into our ears a blood metronome beat sounding to the timpani of our tiny feet. #Poesía#Poésie#Poësie#الشعر#কবিতা#Poeziju#Поезия#詩歌#诗歌#Poezija#Poezie#Poesi#شعر#Poëzie#Luule#Serekali#tula#Runous#Ποίηση#કવિતા#Pwezi#שירה#कविता#Paj Huam#Költészet#Ljóð#Puisi#Filíocht#詩#시#Puisi#Thơ#Şiir#شاعری#บท กวี#Mashairi#Поезії#Поэзии
The macabre story about a great grandmother , who's ashes were made into a bone china plate by her broken hearted lover , the practice of using powdered human bone in pottery still continues to this day with artists such as Crow and Kraft who call it crafting Cremains .
Listening to these waffling old windbags wheezing about saving our world , who quaff down wine squandering ten pounds a glass and then dare to set the price of carbon at three pounds a ton and this to save your granddaughter or grandson ?.
Thinking back to my parents divorce how the lovers fate can change by opening or closing Eden's gate from the land of milk and money to a soil scorched hearth of hate .
Our green karma Queen casts her svelt shadows over the obstinate boulder brained beast lighting her alternative pathway towards a spiritual sentient sanctuary.
With courage commitment and Calvary these extraordinary women changed the course of history challenging the might of an empire that stretched across the third of the globe they issued a declaration of war and did something that had never been done by women before and that was to bring the age of equality knocking upon that number 10 downing street door.
When you're a teenager there's always one out of your crew who takes too much powder and drinks too much brew we use to call him the Glastonbury gladiator , funny but with them having so much testosterone and adrenaline they also make brilliant parents when they've finished with there thirty year teenage rampage .
Written for and with the aid of Janine about the first transexual beauty queen called CHRISTINE who in 1953 decided to change his sexuality .
Our capitalist need to succeed involves the selfishness of Greed , it's one of the seven instincts of survival which the human acquired to out wit its hunter gathering rival .
A deadly sin the jade eyed jackal our secret schadenfreude that sleeps within waiting to show it's self like a fat cuckoo , kill the beast before it devours your Love .
A prick of our precious pride is all that's needed to derail and deride our sensibility into taking a walk back to its wild side.
A musing about giving your offspring a strong polysyllabic sounding name something to inspire them to aspire towards fortune and fame.
A musing about the private member's bills passed with rousing British Parliamentary pomposity it sounds like they're committing a serious aural atrocity but it's usually being diatribed by someone that's spieling through their own suppository .
A whale song dream turns out to be the squealing brake drums of a distant dust truck it's sound being distorted by gusting wind gushing through the ginnels and garrets , the bin lids cymbal as hi-hats into the sensitivity of your monday morning sobriety .
A musing for lily age 9 and her cat Sean who's got terribly fat getting stuck in his own cat flap due to him having been neutered and putting on a lot of timber . A new front door was also fitted without taking his new measurements . Narrated in his Yorkshire accent due to Sean being born and raised in Harrogate .
What was once a stamp for the tramp or cut of a criminal class its now adorning faces and physique of aristocrat royalty and supermodel chic .
Another crazy sketch about the life of Thornton Harding the junior an aristocrat who's mad about his pets , he calls them by the strangest names, such as his dog ,Warrington greyfriars Benson who i might add is allowed to do anything .
A blue September signals the end of Summers lease and the equinox changes everything including time and tide it's like the season of life has suddenly died.
The financial crisis of covid-19 has caused chaos around the world, it almost feels like some sort of political pretence monopoly money trillions in quantitative easing and financial freezing , but this is nothing new The Bank Of England in 1742 was built from financial failure issuing what was called consols obviously to console the souls of the then terrified investors.
What was once the stamp of a tramp and cut onto criminal class is now adorning the face and physique of royalty aristocrat and supermodel chic.
A musing about walking into the old post office Harrogate which was like stepping back into another time falling out of sync, I was quickly brought back into line as though I'd committed a serious crime by crossing over some imaginary line that had long since been shuffled away by shoe and the ware of time.
A poem about lord Kitchener's sabre rattling speeches/sermons,his soldiers were dying at the rate of 6000 a day aged between 16-18, he had printed into their war guide books that they must avoid wine and women meaning prostitutes, with a life expectancy of 17 Hours catching a little pox would have been the least of their worries.
Blue bloods are quite simply mad , they treat normal reality as some sort of bland banality rules don't exist and the rest of the mortality is merely kept around to entertain them in constant joviality.
A musing about road rage and how it affects all of us even the elderly and how when we're boiling in a tin can we quickly revert back to using our primitive brain stems
All Medieval religions outlawed usury as a sin profit of any kind wasn't allowed it still stands as a judgement against you today the road to PERDITION is going to be litered with alot of the righteous as well as the rotten.
8 am Early morning in the Witherspoon's bar , high functioning alcoholics start the day with a little liquid sin within their cream coloured Celtic skin once beat the heart's of Gunga Din.
A poem for supertramp who had a unique way of curing his halitosis by drinking your bathroom cabinet bare , mixing aftershave aperitifs and cough medicine cognacs , but beware beware of the ambre solaire.
Covid 19 . As seen through the eyes of a squirrel. Watching the squirrels fighting for scraps from the dustbins whilst under lock down ,they appear so confident without us I think possibly the only thing they'd miss about our disappearance would be the leftovers of Ben and Jerry's ice cream.
20 years ago it came as quite a shock when someone we knew became bisexual especially as they'd been such a lady killer and then became such a man eater, still what then seemed such a big squeal is now an every day done deal.
An English king's breakfast could consist of swine flesh, various embryos fungi ,congealed fried blood , kippers, herring's, pike , roach snipe bird, woodcock, venison, cockles or pilchards . Thinking about the Buddhist belief of reincarnation wouldn't it be a devine justice if these gargantuan gluttonous came back as screaming red tomatos.
A musing for an artist girlfriend that I used to live with in Barcelona at the time when she told me that she was a suffragette sacrificing love and life for the sake of her art I thought her to be a pompous spoilt brat but now after 4 months of lockdown in my mendicant cell scratching away I can understand her state of mind.
Two haiku poems , TEAR DROP shows how a tsunami can start from the slightest ripple and REVOLTING, a poem on how if you distract the populous by giving them a spectacular of something revolting as with the circus maximus Rome's Colosseum.
A musing for a girl called RUBY the teenage dream queen that's hand made in heaven and cat walks around us to a size seven.
A poem for NENO who used to be a traveller with wings on her feet up untill Angel Gabriel gifted her a daughter with the same name as his immortal horn Lily.
A musing about the Star Trek scientists who make it sound like our intergalactic fate is just a walk through a nearby subway Stargate.
When you get to 50 something plus tax and you're sporting this ashtray locks of seemingly a sexy silver fox you may be better for getting the fifty shades of grey and putting your sex pistols away.
A short sketch I wrote about a Christmas bash with the old deaf relatives , cooking programs and war movies talking between both parents and channels.
Buying power tools at the hardware store ?
You may as well arm yourself with a weapon of war.
Casualties around the world run into the hundreds of thousands , the body counts are higher than in most modern theatres of war
In the swinging sixties to own a car was rare but if it be a jaguar then you were the young nouveau rich fake faux millionaires and make believe movie stars as were members of my friends and family ,usually their balloons burst in bankruptcy debt and divorce, too much money in young hands.
A poem I wrote about the sixty three year love affair between a member of the royal family and one her dutiful long standing servant known as
G M for short. The Old Queen mums cool companion.
Middle aged men and their midlife crisis all dreaming of blood lining a black widow motor bikes into a hot sexual sun , so many of my friends have hit fifty and gone in Search of sexual adventure ,the male menopause is just as dangerous as the female.
A poem about the most famous outlaws tree which is over 1000 years old and stands with its hollows and holes with a look of absolute the misery.
A poem I wrote for two old Bohemians who through iresponsible behaviour in younger years destroyed that fragile entity love and now are left with the ghost of it still in their hearts which they have tried and failed to resurrect.
Ancient kings and emperors believe themselves to be equal to gods then how could they not, even as school children they had whipping boys to accept theie punishment and guilt.
A poem I wrote for a dear artist friend of mine describing the arrival of his brand new baby daughter.
Medallion men in middle-aged look like a mirage of their former selves once war-faced warrior s have now become war-farin worries.
A poem I wrote for uncle Horice
It's very difficult to understand the prodigal son , but you must forget the parable , you're dealing with someone just above a bowery Street bum who will squander everything and leave you in destitution , then they will move on to find more money to spend on their vice ridden fun.
The mane of a lion is similar to a man's hair as it recedes and falls away so dose it's pride power and strength.
The building blocks of life are nucleic acids
Lysergic acid has also been around since the dawn of time Doubtless it was eaten by many mammals increasing hallucinogenic and conscious brain capability
A musing about the Boer war ,whilst tens of thousands were dying of disease and starvation because of lord kitchener's scorched earth policy he was heartbroken about losing his pet starling thank heavens he's not here to sort out the coronavirus.
A poem about the rain cycle's continual cleansing ,the perpetual purifying of precipitation which doesn't discriminate of skin or sin and treats us all the same.
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We lived our lives like nocturnal belfry bats , fuelled by booze and nose gay narcotics. Talking shrink spiel whilst sharing out serotonin Smarties.
The fear is now definitely here , our café laite life styles are over and we are living in isolation cells similar to the Trappist monk our beautiful secular society is all but defunk. follow#art#quote#poetryofinstagram#wordporn#love#poetry#writing#wordswag#stevenrichardson5#wordsofwisdom#slampoetry
If only the West would stop creating weapon's of war and Revolution we all might stand a chance of returning to our once green and pleasant lands. follow#art#quote#poetryofinstagram#wordporn#love#poetry#writing#wordswag#stevenrichardson5#wordsofwisdom#slampoetry
A Poem about a lost love. Hidden in a silver box be her lettings from a dead lover in that moment of war when her passion ran blood red and hot with amore. follow#art#quote#poetryofinstagram#wordporn#love#poetry#writing#wordswag#stevenrichardson5#wordsofwisdom#slampoetry
The coronavirus hangs over us like a prophecy in Macbeth with the mass hysteria of the media we almost believe it to be a new plague of black death. follow#art#quote#poetryofinstagram#wordporn#love#poetry#writing#wordswag#stevenrichardson5#wordsofwisdom#slampoetry
A musing about the catastrophic cosmetic surgery ,the surgeons hang Picasso paintings on the walls of their Hollywood halls and some even reproduce them in the flesh. follow#art#quote#poetryofinstagram#wordporn#love#poetry#writing#wordswag#stevenrichardson5#wordsofwisdom#slampoetry
A poem about an artist girlfriend who's art work creations lasted as long as a gestation period. follow#art#quote#poetryofinstagram#wordporn#love#poetry#writing#wordswag#stevenrichardson5#wordsofwisdom#slampoetry
Watching children acquiring their language skills seemsa miraculous thing almost a syllable swing but then it's destroyed to starting again with school's ABC 123 breaking their newly acquired skill into a bits and pieces lexicon LEGO box.
50 years of the DIY store, buy yourself a power you may as well buy a weapon and go into war. America's casualties run to hundreds of thousands the dead from this right seid Fred hobby shed is over its fifty years score more than most modern theatres of war.
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A poem about falling into destitution especially soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns. How easy it be to cast contempt , lest we forget our debt.
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Looking at some tramps in cider park I felt sorry for the poor starving pets as their masters swill down cider and they shivered in the cold. The musing is seen or spoken through a dog 🐕.
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IS VANITY A SIN?. OR THE SELFISH SUBSTANCE WE NEED IN ORDER TO WIN?.
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The fatal pheromone that override our rationale if ever you have fallen for a femme fatale and sail towards the silent you will know too well how alluring that scent and sound can be but also how destructive to sail upon the sea of desire instead of upon one that was meant to be.
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The Queen of green has the monumental task of convincing the oligarchy to give up there Learjets, this mission of attrition to which no one listen is falling onto the deafest of diamond earrings ,they think it's just a tempest in a teapot. NEVER WAS SO MUCH BORROWED BY SO FEW FROM SO MANY.
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A musing about road rage and how it affects all of us even the elderly , when we're trapped in a tin can boiling we quickly revert back to using our primitive brain stems.
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Living as an artist's muse you can understand the expression of The Doom in the room ,what artist's don't realise is that there ego's can be so burdensome to everyone else and hav't to be in order to achieve ,and this is usually why their muse's be so miserable. Also whilst living as an artist muse she thought it would be a good idea to paint me using my own blood
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When you turn on a virtual assistant, Alexa, Siri ,or Cortana ,for the first time even for an adult but especially as a child it feels like You've tuned into a God or Goddess of wisdom my God children have now virtually given up on parental wisdom and are living in a cyberspace come Walt Disney crack house.
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The birds and bees are leaving the flowers and trees to join us for the fast food tease lapping up our left overs they'll hardly be floaty lite on the breeze after eating our fast food sleaze.
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A musing for a wonderful women we called Ann Summers due to her working there, she asked for a birthday card poem and caused me a writer's block which when I tried to explain she cursed me a look of pure disdain , so I wrote it along the lines of if I bumped into her serving at the Ann summers shop. Katie looks at all men with indifference and always takes fun from them , Bravo darling it's all we do so deserve.
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