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A short poem I wrote in the Churchillian style as a rousing battle cry to charge our team to victory.
The birds and bees have joined us from the flowers and trees you find them at Macdonald's an champagne bars lapping up our left over cream teas they'll hardly be floaty lite on the breeze after feasting on our fat fantastic sleaze. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message
A song written for my God-son Todd who aged five wanted a tune about a flea . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message
A short piece I wrote to celebrate the 50th birthday of Nick Fisher a dear friend of mine, I've narrated it in a thick Yorkshire accent due to his Dewsbury routes. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message
 THE MORTAL MACHINE Poetry |Steven Richardson 00:0401:52 Next|About A poem written for my father who was born in 1926 and now similar to an old model T ford he needs constant tinkering and maintenance to keep him running also I've done my best to copy his gasping Yorkshire speech ; born in the days of the horse and cart he started work at the age of twelve down in the mills on the east side of a steel river , he mentioned that not only were the steel dreys pulled by the huge shire horses but during the second world war they also used the might of the elephants borrowed from a nearby zoo due to the lack of trucks and the rationing of fuel , he told me for a boy of twelve it was a terrifying experience walking past these huge rumbling beasts that were stabled under the railway arches so that each time a train grumbled over the viaduct the massive mammals would bellow out their destress. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message
A musing about the private member's bills passed with rousing British Parliamentary pomposity it sounds as if they're committing a serious aural atrocity but it's usually being diatribed by someone whos spieling loudly through their own suppository . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson5/message --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message
Humorous little sketch I wrote for Jeanine who was going to see strictly come dancing live in Leeds I wrote the sketch after listening to two old men complaining about the aches and pains in witherspoons Darlington it's narrated in their yorkshire accents, the photo is from strictly come dancing the same night in Leeds sent by JEANINE . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message
A song for a love honey we called Ann Summers due to her working there, she asked me 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 this along the lines of a frigid flustering fool that she'd doubtless be 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 deserve. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message
A little tune i wrote for James who's very devout in his religion each Sunday we usually have a long discussion with him trying to convert me to his Christianity and me remaining with my humble hallowed humanity both of us remaining respectful to each others theistic thoughts. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A little tune I wrote from a poem using the as an assimilation to getting old with various parts of our anatomy wearing out with the passage of time. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A song I wrote for Nina in lock down with covid and the kids a little soft swing Whilst you do your thing hell what else do you do whilst in Morrisons café. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A song about emperors and kings who believe themselves to be the devine demagoguery If a devine deity did arrive on planet earth these mobsters and megalomaniacs would see them quickly murdered . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A song about an old rag and bone man who started out with just a horse and cart then after a life of skinflinting strife became very rich but even after acquiring great wealth he still retained his beggar man roots and rhetoric. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
The Westminster war of brexit has spilt a lot of blood onto the backbenchers but who will win the feudal few or the milky middle class crew . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
The Oxfam shop or as we call it "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 them , jumble sale junk. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
What was once a stamp for the tramp or cut of a criminal class is now adorning the faces and physique of aristocrat, royalty and supermodel chic . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A slow smoochy song for Nina ,I thought I'd possibly compare thee to a woodland tree x --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
Our fixation with fear is definitely here we're living like mendicant monk our decadent cafe latte lifestyles are all defunct , this virus hangs about us like the prophecy of Macbeth a new strain of black death this damnable covid-19 has killed what was once a hedonistic dream . Project fear is all we hear bombarded constantly into our ear, we've become farmed fish the human hen all crushed together into purgatory pen pellet fed by auntie Bettie and uncle Ben . 10 ENVY  The green eyed monster of sin that secret schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within usually it's only seen in children as their rival for survival and parental attention the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension , however this terrible traits can also be witnessed later in our lives when when the male begins to assert it's dominance as the procreation stage arrives . 501 VOODOO  If ever you should take a drink with a witch make sure you leave the very same night before the break of day or the dawn of light by which time you might just find yourself in a very unfortunate plight of being subjected to her JuJu cat's emasculation bite that leaves you as some sort of strangely sculptured hermaphrodite . 1011 STAN THE MAN  A little Irish reel written in three four time it's about a person called sanctimonious stan there's one in every bar room they're like a voice of doom, a skull on a stick that belongs in a catacomb. 881 BLOOD RAIN  A poem about artist girlfriend who's Spanish African temperament could turn from being a soft mistral breeze that gently caresses into violent blood raining Scirocco that tears the blossom from the trees slamming doors and smashing flower pots and hearts into pieces washing them down the drain like biscuits in the rain . 1391 GRANDAD  Grandfathers are like old sentinels that stand guard over us in our early infant years , stolid as grandfather clocks their old heavy hearts pendulum their rhythm of life into our new born ears, a mortal metronome that keeps a steady beat to the timpani of our tiny feet. 2701 TURING'S TRUTH  The human hunter gatherer brain is so very hard to truth train but maybe not if you start using the new silicon scopolamine dream and drip feed it daily with some digital dopamine served up from our omnipresent Turing machine. 2561 https://youtu.be/pa4LUSsCGo8  This is a musing I wrote after listening to my father who'd been conscripted into the British army during the second world war you can quite easily see why by year twenty three most members of the military have gone completely mad with OCD its perhaps due to the cour d'esprit of the British army which has a relentless marching rhythm beating to the sweet spot tempo of 120 , from day one your heart soul body and mind are recalibrated and realined to the measured metronome of the military kind in order for you to keep in perfect tune whilst playing together in the theatre of war with the other synchronised members of your platoon . 319 NIGELLA  A song I wrote this morning for a girl who ran a grease box cafe in the favela , If cook's could kill then this greasy girl was definitely licensed to grill !! she's always standing by ever ready to kill your sense of humour with sarcasm or ease the stomach acid with her peppermint pill 3441 LINDSAY  A poem I wrote for the everso beautiful Lindsay who is leaving after 11 years she brought her LGBT spirit and colour into our drab fifty souls of grey community bombing us daily with vivid wondrous paintings she takes with her an extraordinary feng shui losing her is like the loss of a perpetual summer's day , artist are the community take them away and you kill it's soul you're left with empty plastic people with tarmac tongues and concret --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
The green eyed monster of sin that secret schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within usually it's only seen in children as their rival for survival and parental attention the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension , however this terrible traits can also be witnessed later in our lives when when the male begins to assert it's dominance as the procreation stage arrives . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
The green eyed monster of sin that secret schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within usually it's only seen in children as their rival for survival and parental attention the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension , however this terrible traits can also be witnessed later in our lives when when the male begins to assert it's dominance as the procreation stage arrives . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A song I wrote this morning for a girl who ran a grease box cafe in the favela , If cook's could kill then this greasy girl was definitely licensed to grill !! she's always standing by ever ready to kill your sense of humour with sarcasm or ease the stomach acid with her peppermint pill --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A poem I wrote for the everso beautiful Lindsay who is leaving after 11 years she brought her LGBT spirit and colour into our drab fifty souls of grey community bombing us daily with vivid wondrous paintings she takes with her an extraordinary feng shui losing her is like the loss of a perpetual summer's day , artist are the community take them away and you kill it's soul you're left with empty plastic people with tarmac tongues and concrete craniums. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A little ditty I wrote for lillian's birthday who was born on the first of may now aged nine .all rights reserved --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
Unfortunately this was based on real life events within hours of a small miss demeanor involving a flood the Chinese whispers got to work and in the gossiping café's of old H-gate every transformation took place looking back it's quite amusing how things can get so convoluted with each conversation people love scandal --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A song about setting off on a world tour in the late seventies was nothing like it is today there were no mobile phones or multimedia just the odd phone box for calls with 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 wonderlust with our own wanderlust , but we did become quite skilled in the art of conversation due to spending so much time spieling with strangers , way back when you had the safety of being completely anonymous due to not having any mobiles or media where now the new wage travellers are so guarded due to the sapiens surveillance of God Google and the silicone starzi Siri . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A crazy sketch about the three minuters club and their bizarre antics, it is loosely based on true life events. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
With courage commitment and candour these extraordinary women did something that had never been done before and that was to bring the age of equality knocking heavily upon the British empire door , legions of suffragettes issued their declaration of war against the centuries of bigotry slaughtering dead the fat old British empires dinosaur . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A little swing jazz tune written for a friend who has an extremely high sex drive it uses the feminine and the masculine tense due to the person in question being bisexual he once called him self a sexual psychopath. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A song I wrote about the king of rock and roll it's done in the fifties crooning style . He was born into extreme poverty raised in a shotgun shack but managed not only to break out of but also to attack the musical 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 . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A short ditty written for the god Google children who now speak in fluent geek , They say that the earth shell will belong to the meek I think they might mean the. "GEEK " --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A short song I wrote whilst trapped in rush hour on the M25 you may hear a few cars zooming past forgive the quality , its certainly a highway to hell and your brain boils in its crab faced shell; at night it turns into a Cannon Ball Run a hundred and seventeen miles of MAD MAX fun with motor cycles screaming past like something out of the movie TOP GUN. I say if there's anyone out there with good musical ability who would care to lend me a hand with these songs please give me a email as you can hear I'm only a lyricist. slr34@hotmail.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
Our green karma Queen casts her svelt shadow over we obstinate boulder brained beasts lighting an alternative pathway towards her spiritual sentient sanctuary . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
I was having breakfast from a cheap cafe overlooking a piece of small purgatory where a young woman was living on the street under an umbrella in the shop doorway when suddenly she awoke relieved herself on a blue bucket and threw it into the street and then began begging from the passing early morning trade whilst I ate blue berries even though at the moment I am in poverty earning very little money there is always someone to let me know that am in paradise compared to them. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A tune I wrote about Lily my god daughter who was having a love affair with the fridge sticking everything on their as if it be a long white work of art or the empty walls of her heart
A song I wrote today after seeing an old Keltic companion I haven't seen for a decade a true blue eyed raven headed Bretagne . The Romans drove them to the furthest reaches of the kingdom so did Edward long shanks hammer of the scots who also stole their ancient kings destiny stone and put it under his own throne Then By the act of supremacy Henry VIII made himself a god figure to rule over all kingdoms , and so you can understand by what they did why the Keltic people feel quite a mistrust towards Westminster and why they would like devolution --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A cynical love song . My Family members were 1920s dyed-in-the-wool Yorkshiremen who believed that love be measured in pounds Shillings and pence and behind the white picket fence was a work house specially built to keep wife wain or wench who had a value similar to that of blood stock and foul , children being merely chattels without soul . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A short story based upon real life events of my childhood at the time they felt terrifying but now looking back they are the source of amusement for writing. Blue bloods are quite simply mad !! , they treat normal reality as an inconvenient triviality , rules to them don't exist and the rest of mere mortality are kept around as fluffers for their joviality in what's usually a porno drama of pansexuality . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A short ditty written for the god children who now speak in fluent geek and worship God Google , They say that the earth will belong to the meek I think they might mean the "GEEK --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A short song about Buying power tools at the DIY hardware store? you truly may as well arm yourself with a weapon of war and become yet another one of the do it yourself casualty score , around the world figures run into the hundreds of thousands the body counts are much higher than in most actual modern theatres of war . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A song to commemorate the courage of Christine the first transexual beauty queen who back in 1953 decided bravely to have her gender reassigned to its rightful sexuallity in order that she may be set free from the burden of having to live with her very unwanted masculinity. but it would be a long haul from the first roll of that snowball before the gay community finally made they're stand for equality at the pub we now know as stonewall. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A short story based on real life events when I first ever traveled abroad to France and we lived like tramps on the street washing in fountains stealing food from shops as vagrants and vagabonds until somebody came up with a great idea of putting together the tramps brigade who lived on the swamp in cap d'age the next thing we were all assigned duties and discipline --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A short story about crazy maniacs who shared space and spilt blood with me , you should never really put three bisexuals and an asexual under one roof especially if one pushes everything and everyone to the limit of their patience --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A short humorous story I wrote about a man who was carrying a vicarious redemption on behalf of something else a burdensome task which was only relinquished by his death where upon he was given the cold cruel truth by his absent minded time lord who tries to make amends but far too late . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
The ghost in our mortal machine is like a spiritual symbiotic twin that collaborative companion that shares our secular sin so silently from within accompanying us from a womb to the tomb an then ultimately giving evidence at our final doom . software one day maybe so sensitive and bio hybridized to our DNA that it could just become our very own soul cage I almost feel as though my computer tech is reading my mind in some sort of strange tech telepathy they were recently saying that the cloned Polo horses which have identical DNA from their donor artificially computerized to perfection have all the exact instincts even down to being scared of the same things in the stable yard as the doners even though they have never seen any of the apperatus before daddies daja vue --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
This invisible foe the fear is here our café laite life styles are over we're living as trappist monk in self isolation cells our secular society is all but defunk . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
We watch the bloodstained refugee whilst sitting at home with wine and a takeaway TV , What is happening in Ukraine is yet another terrible tragedy President Putin and America with allies recently reduced the middle East to ruins displacing tens of millions of refugees another tyrannical war game any of us with half a brain can see that it's the blood of the innocent yet again that is spilling down the drain !! . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
Greta has an almost impossible sales pitch she's to demand that the incredibly rich dumped that expensive pieces of kitsch , they fly to the cop out climate meetings in their lear jets and show not the slightest hesitation of any regrets, her gargantuan glitch is to try to move these people towards the green dream of a beggars itch, but these dinosaurs who block destiny's drawbridge are mega rich and have no intention of surrendering any of their Kardashian kitsch. To quote Churchill sardonically, , "Never was so much owed by so many to so few". --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
Every day the paparazzi serve us our sadistic sacrifice all flesh red and raw, no good being a herbivore if you read the daily tabloid's blood and gore , You've really got to be a proper cover story carnivore with the stomach of a toreador , let's face it the press room's a slaughtering house stable and the editor's desk is nothing more than the butcher's table. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
Her swan song is what you hear just before your love boat runs aground and the scent of sulphur be the final pheromone you smell as you slowly begin to drowned . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
A song I wrote in the old music hall traditiion of two verse chorus which is similar to the church stanza chorus stanza chorus I've also sang it in the baritone barber shop of a beggers opera style like that of my father who born in 1925 still bursts into song similar to a Mississippi minstrel . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message
The booze has dammed the soul of many a Keltic kin once upon a life time ago we were the Gunga Din. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message