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.
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.
A musing about the private member's bills passed with British Parliamentary pomposity it sounds like a serious aural atrocity but it's usually being diatribed by someone that's spieling through their suppository .
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 .
In the 1980s Yorkshire towns were all male prowess, which usually ment attempting a liquid suicide of drink each night to show your tribe what a man you were. It ended with some terrible casualties. The Yorkshire accent is extremely harsh and to most people I would think almost incomprehensible.
Prostitution is one of the oldest professions in the world which was here before the four angels of Samuel it's about time the government took control of this sexual slavery let's face facts the chancellor's been selling cigarettes and booze for hundred of years they're both forms of narcotics best not allow the criminals any room take over all their operations Save the girls any more torture legalise this profession too .
Two haiku poems , TEAR DROP shows how a Tsunami can start from the slightest ripple. REVOLTING, a poem on how if you distact someone with something revolting it can avert a revolution ie Rome's Colosseum or today's violent multimedia , keep the sapien sedated by letting them slake on sadism .
Some people have nerves of real titanium steel fear to them well it never comes near , where hells angels fear to tread these chaps run in on a code red . Looking over the shoulder of a passenger come CoPilot I noticed we were doing 112 miles per hour the driver had the audacity to turn and tell is terrified passenger to "stop jumping about you're scaring me to death ".
Your whale song dream turns out to be the huge squealing brake drums of a distant dust truck it's sound being distorted by gusting winds singing through ginnel and gantry ; thrown dustbin lids cymbal as hi-hats onto the sobriety of your monday morning's anxiety .
Old Colonials talk of empire its quite shocking how they used to think of human beings as nothing more than chattels not just the natives but also the white workers and soldiers such as my old father now 95 years of age he told me during his time in India just after the second world War whilst protecting the British Raj who looked upon him also as a SLAVE OF EMPIRE .
A musing written for lily age 9 and her cat Sean who's got terribly fat of late getting himself stuck in his own cat flap due to having been neutered and putting on rather a bit too much timber . A new front door was also fitted without taking his correct cross whiskered measurements . Narrated in a Yorkshire accent due to Sean being born and raised in Harrogate .
I asked of a dear priestly friend of mine about the catholic communion red wine stating "if it be the blood of Christ how come it strengthens the sinners and weakens the saints" ? he was quite taken aback but then again both of us were rafting on the stuff at the time. The second haiku poem is about a quotation from George Carlin that my artist campanion mentioned to me his quotation or, that cynics are disappointed idealists, I retorted back to save a smattering of honour telling him that idealists pontificate from their privileged positions of freedom .
A poem I wrote for a terribly crippled girl called Daniella she lived in agony all her life but there wasn't a day I didn't see her gorgeous smile or hear her wonderful laughter , she has a soul so beautiful it certainly casts long shadows of perfection my own and many others .
Wearing masks in the covid-19 is causing terrible conversational confusion, whilst at a recent coffee bar I was listening to two old English people speaking from behind masks to a young Portuguese girl the simple order turned into a comedy of errors or Covid Confusion it didn't help by stating on the menu that kids eat for free after three, you're asking for your metaphors to be mixed it's so difficult , remembering when first i went to France and tried to buy a 2 CV car the woman's daughter went in the house and brought me out two lemons I had pronounced slightly wrong the translation of Citroen as citron its so easy done with or without masks .
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 , Greyfriars Warton Benson who i might add is allowed to do anything .
Setting off on a world tour in the late seventies was nothing like today there were no mobile phones or multimedia just the odd phone box for telephonic communication and your thumb and forefinger for transportation. Hitchhiking thousands of miles around the globe taking years and years almost a decade to the point where many of us became wonderless but very skilled in the art of conversation.
The crisis of covid-19 has caused devastation around the world it almost feels apocalyptic political pretension, monopoly money trillions of dollars in quantitative easing followed by dauntless a fiscal freezing but this be nothing new. The Bank Of England was built from financial failures issuing what were called "Consols" in 1743 obviously to console the soul of the then terrified investor.
A poem written about suicidal snails, they started out as jellyfish swimming free in the wide open sea , so I can now also see why they suffer from a suicidal tendency , throwing themselves under the feet of you and me .
A musing about walking into the old post office Harrogate which was like stepping back into another time, fall out of sync and you'd risk quickly brought back in to line as though you had committed a serious crime , their red imaginary line had long since been shuffled away by shoe and the wear of time.
Looking at my Godson watching The Lion king I cast my mind back to childhood when I first saw a pathetic beast that was being used as a pet come guard dog in a scrap yard , chained toothless clawless and castrated it died of pneumonia due to cold and cruelty. Man should leave these beautiful creatures on the Savannah where they belong.
A poem about lord Kitchener's sabre rattling speeches come 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 and booze 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 an inconvenient triviality rules to them don't exist and the rest of the mere mortality is kept around as fluffers for their joviality in this pansexuality porno-drama .
A poem come prayer for a baby who died at birth and never got a chance of life , if ever you've been close to someone who's lost a new born then you do feel if it were possible you would gladly swap your old soul to save a new born foal .
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 littered with alot of Gods righteous as well as the Devil's detritus.
Covid 19 as seen through the eyes of a squirrel watching them fighting for scraps from the dustbins whilst under lock down ,they appear so confident and carefree without us , I think possibly the only thing they've missed about our absence is the leftover Ben and Jerry's ice cream .
Twenty years ago it came as quite a shock when a friend announced he was bisexual especially as they'd been such a lady killer and then turned man eater as well , still what back 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 and pilchards . Thinking about the Buddhist belief of reincarnation wouldn't it be a devine justice if these gargantuan gluttons came back as red tempered tomatoes screaming loudly from a vegan's salad .
A musing about an artist girlfriend from Barcelona Spain , I couldn't understand what she ment by the spiritual suffragette sacrifices love and life for art , I thought her pompous and pretentious born by the silver spoon. Now after 5 months of lockdown living as a mendicant monk in my own cell of solitary confinement I'm beginning to understand her state of mind .
Two haiku poems , TEAR DROP shows how a Tsunami can start from the slightest ripple. REVOLTING, a poem on how if you distact someone with something revolting it can avert a revolution ie Rome's Colosseum or today's violent multimedia .Sedate the sapiens savagery and let the status quo grow .
My poem about a boy born into the last bastion of Beelzebub Le Pannier "the basket" of Marseille . He then became the Capo di Capo ruling the French underworld for fifty years before being gunned down in Paris for an old Vendetta
If ever you have a drink with a witch make sure you leave that very night because by the morning you may find yourself wet shaved of every hair and tied naked to a gravestone with a juju cat purring out your name .
A poem about the complacency of people when you mention the world temperature rise of Two Degrees , you may as well be talking about Two Cream Tea's , Let's hope covid 19 will wake up our world leaders !!.
A musing about many of my friends and relative's who should never have entered into a relationship due to their personalities and persuasions being completely different, fortunately we now have the internet and super computers to marry our sexual selections together .
A tune written and performed by your humble servant , forgive my old battered piano its seen better days and so have i , recorded live onto my mobile phone I've played it in forth's and fifths to give it a church mission bell feel .
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 owned a car it 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 is playing with fire.
A poem 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 her general motors fridge still going strong after all this time.
A poem about leaving behind the industrial Revolution of Sheffield at 19 years of age. The Armageddon come apocalypse I left on a minute past midnight train and never look back, the same could be seid to the teenaged people of today free yourselves from this synthetic slavery and begin to live.
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 lustful adventure ,the male menopause is just as dangerous as the females .
Paint me warts and all said Olivier Cromwell who had the skin of an old toad, after his death he was hung at Tyburn then decapitated,his head was put on a pole outside Westminster palace the parliament he'd spilt so much blood to put in place and power. I I have used some archaic English which is still used in many Yorkshire rural communities today.
A musing about the British military who set everything to a rhythm usually at 80 beats a minute marching music and mental disciplines after 23 years in the military services you find that the old soldiers do seem to have gone slightly mad with OCD precision .
A poem about ancient emperors and kings who believed themselves to be devine as Gods , even as school children they had whipping boys to take their punishment and guilt a Sacred Scape Goat for them to slaughter.
It's very difficult to understand the parable of the prodigal son but you must not forget what you're dealing with is someone just above a bowery Street bum who will squander everything and leave you in destitution and then they will move on to find more money to squander on their vice ridden fun .
Upon seeing a cold cadaver staring back people tread in fear of the dead circling as though it be a dangerous appliance of dread they whisper and repeat silly incidental sentiments to avoid stating the shockingly obvious truth .
How medieval doctors were dressed as huge birds with beak's and believed that the soul was delivered and taken by birds in transmigration , i.e stalk''s, babies, raven's devils omen, cookoo's madness .
A poem I written about, The British boarding school's that were without doubt what built the BritishEmpire, anyone subjected to this kind of brutality could easily subjugate others to the same sadistic crualty.
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 giving our species possibly the synaptic spark it needed.
The Harrogate Belles Angels were a group of girls who rode motorbikes wore leather , took drugs and slaked drink but most of all they were stunningly beautiful all educated at Harrogate ladies college or Asheville God bless them all.
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 .
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 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.
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
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Le poeme en francais the language of love. Forgive my French it's been twenty-five years since I was there. A poem about love and women should always be in the feminine form hence why I use La poeme instead of Le masculine ,it sounds and lends it's self much more to L'amour which of course can be masculine in the singular or feminine in the plural. Entree L"androgyne et l"ambiguite'
A short poem written about the savagery Of humans towards mother nature scaring her face with our callous hands of cruelty but she will soon shake us fleas into infinity and once again reclaim her beauty.
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 will 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.
A poem about an angry old septuaganrian who was released from his angst, after he was given hormone therapy for prostate cancer ,which also freed his feminine side ,he's a much happier man now he's let out his lesbian lamb.
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
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.
20 years ago it came as quite a shock when someone we knew became bisexual especially after they'd been such a lady killer and then became such a maneater still what then seemed a big squeal is now an every day done deal.
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.
A musing about a talkative taxi-dermist who would insist on talking about his part time profession as a slaughterman , my fright fully far back friend and I were able to see and smell the blood by the end of our short journey
A birthday poem for NENO . I call it BLACK ROD because for the first time in Britain's parliament the position of spiritual and temporal power has been handed to a woman the willow may look so soft and gentle but inside belies a heart of oak.
Every day the paparazzi serve us our sadistic sacrifice red and raw, no good being a herbivore if you read the daily tabloid blood and gore , you've got to be a proper carrion carnivore .The press room's a slaughterhouse stable and the editor's desk is nothing more than a butcher's table.
Looking at my Godson Watching the Lion king I cast my mind back to childhood and when I saw a pathetic beast a lion that was used as a pet in a scrap yard chained, toothless clawless castrated, so cruel it died of pneumonia because of cold and cruelty terrible how we bring these beautiful beast to suffer in a cage.
Carrying a vicarious redemption on behalf of someone else is a burdensome weight the preachers daughter still carries hers each moment of each day. A beautiful quiet soul who was given the sin substitution by her callous caretakers. Her atonement isn't due any time soon.
A poem I wrote after reading that In the Great War the soldiers 16 to 18 were recruited in there millions most of whom were virgins .
Lord Kitchener, Secretary of State for war, had written into their guidebooks , this piece of advice,
"In this new experience you may find Temptations in wine and women you must resist both", meaning avoid drink and brothel's . with 6000 dying per day and some with the life expectancy of 17 hours catching a little pox would have been the least of their worries.
a short poem about how Ai's are learning from Ai's competing in AGi's what with all the sci-fi ,WiFi ,hi-fi ,FBI let's hope the deep learning machines know the difference between "An eye for an (i) poem is written in' haiku 5 7 5 syllable continuous which is probably more to an Ai's algorithmic programmed personality.
A poem about the busiest train in the whole of Britain and Europe the 7.22 to from Woking to Waterloo. 100 million passengers pass through Waterloo each year which makes for some terrifying or tantalising flesh to flesh point's of view.
A short sketch about a friend of mine who was constantly in and out of the dry out clinic or the shrink clink where upon he would telephone explaining what the psychiatrist was doing ,then exasperatedly shout that it was nothing to do with the drink!!. "Belfry" was a pet name for his depression a black bat.
A poem about my father's time aboard a super cruise liner where all the oldies caught a virus and almost died, very similar to coronavirus it passed quickly from person to person through the air conditioning with devastating results .
If ever you have a drink with a witch make sure you leave that very night for in the morning you may find yourself wet shaved and naked chained to a marble tombstone with a furry cat purring out your name .
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 and pilchards . Thinking about the Buddhist belief of reincarnation wouldn't it be a devine justice if these gargantuan gluttons came back as screaming red faced tomatoes in a vegetarian salad.
A poem about friends who have gone through divorces and are now back on mating sites one who's 70 something and back on the dating scene seems so keen to rekindle a teenage dream his pals are constantly ribbing him about what might happen telling him he should be on crumble or grumble instead of Bumble I've tried to reproduce his London cockney accent .
My seventh deadly sin sloth unlike the rest is void of any of the others using the epitome of sin the sloth mammal turn's out to be the perfect green dream machine this hairy leaf eater has a zero carbon footprint, we'd do well to put a little slow sinful sloth back into our own lives in order to save the planet .
A short poem written about wrath the human brain was last updated about three hundred thousand years ago after listening to a shrink describe it as some thing from the stone age looking at people involved in road rage I see what he means.
I was outraged to read that human race slaughters 3 billion animals a day, I wrote this in a pompous manner after listening to a hunter talking about his blood sports as though he had a devine right to kill .
A brief improvisation piece I wrote for Lilly's bunny which had gone missing I put into thirds and made it jump around as her cloth bunny was coming back,
he was later found in the washing machine.
Forgive the recording it's always bad recording onto a mobile phone from a old piano .
A short tune I wrote for Lilly on my decrepit old piano about her long tall love affair with her long tall Frigidaire ,she was obsessed with sticking magnets and pictures on it at the age of five , I thought we should have a tune, the lyrics aren't too bad, the song is a little more complex than you think with tenths in the base and walking octaves up in the Alto.
forgive my old piano it's seen better days and so have i.
A short piano piece I wrote about the innocence of a young mind and how our hallowed docterines to them must sound like serious nursery rhymes , hence why I threw in a few holy hollow fourths and fifths old church chordal music I've saved on lilting you the lyrics , forgive my old piano it's seen better days and so have I .
A short poem about how Ai's are learning from Ai's competing in AGi's what with all the sci-fi WiFi hi-fi let's hope the new deep learning machines know the difference between "an eye for an (I) " The poem I've written in haiku 5,7,5 continuous which is probably more to an Ai's algorithmic programming language, similar to Google's new Ai was recently fed thousands of romantic novels and now writes personal poetry.
A poem I wrote for my model T father who was made in 1926 ,his first day at work in 1939 started with him walking through Steel yards in Sheffield where shire horses and elephants were used as machinery pulling Steel drays in the lead up to the 2nd world War. A terrifying experience at the age of twelve.