COMEDY

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 swap souls with them and give them a chance at life. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message

A poem written for a crazy young woman who I fell hopelessly in love with during the summer of 1992 whilst working in the South of France aboard yachts in the port of Antibes ...

Blue September skies signals the end of Summer's lease the autumn equinox in one day changes everything tilting time and tugging tide , it's as though our seasons of life has suddenly died . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message

Back in the sixties heavy industry was extremely hard work the way the men eased their brutal burden was with non-stop humourous quirk today its seen as a social deride that one must hastily hide .humour has become a malignant tumor cut away by political correctness until its now all but a rumour . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message

A poem I wrote for a terribly crippled girl Daniella she lived in agony all her life but there wasn't a day I didn't see her smile , a soul so beautiful it cast long shadows of perfection over my dirty own anima and many others . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message

When children acquire their first language they sing like a fresh fledgling on the first day of spring with that easy natural swing which to them is a brand new play thing without any restraining ring , their simple melodic crooning needs no interference or fine tuning but unfortunately school comes along with its lexicon Lego box tongue "dislexicating " what was once a beautiful song leaving that innocent syllable swing broken as a veritable birds wing the kids then become too frightened to...

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 . --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message

Listening to these waffling old windbags wheezing about saving our world , those who quaff down expensive wine squandering fifty pounds a glass and then dare to set the price of carbon capture at three pounds a ton and this to save your granddaughter or grandson ?. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steven-richardson6/message

A poem written for a sibling son whose quest for frolic and fun wedge hatred in-between his brothers love by what he'd gone and done , it's difficult to understand the parable of the prodigal son especially if you're looking through the eyes of the other hard working one who through restraint and strive hath managed with diligent life toiled and tilled the farm in order to fill empty bellies and winter barn now back without a crumb returns the squandering sibling pun doubtless to take the...

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 to rot as carrion crow fodder 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 ...