Poetry Blog by Richie Muster
Complacency's no opt-out,
consoling ourselves thinking
that we've still got time to spare.
It's genocidal, no doubt
of that. Let's blow a fanfare
for ourselves - the world's sinking
and all we can do is pout!
Thursday 8th August 2019 9:49 am
is genocide by default?
To wilfully execute
such wanton atrocities
on future generations
crimes against humanity.
Friday 26th July 2019 9:13 am
They fuck you up, these brexit turds,
it's what they're born to, that's their rôle;
they fill you with their empty words
much as they shit into your soul.
Of course, they've heard it all before,
from parents - and grandparents too:
"compassion's out! You must abhor
those migrants, or they'll overrun you."
Racists perpetuate themselves
and make others like them,...
Tuesday 9th July 2019 9:25 am
Iron is hard. Iron won't bend.
Iron-based wounds don't readily mend.
Iron is deaf. Iron can't listen.
Iron won't help when things go missing.
Iron is mean. Iron will kill
but iron can't soothe when things go ill.
Iron is there when violence calls
but what use iron when sadness falls?
Iron shouts orders. Iron prevails
when the voice of compassion fails.
Iron can cut an...
Monday 1st July 2019 3:46 pm
The importance of my purpose -
is it blown out of proportion?
For while such pride should be no curse
it might lead to some distortion
of how I see my rôle in this -
what I've a right to claim for me
and whether wanting more's remiss -
but should I accept what I see
or am I right to want my dreams?
Nothing's written: no-one's constrained
to mine safe, prescr...
Thursday 27th June 2019 8:53 am
If I have 2 of something,
and then you give me 1 more
have you given me a half
or a third extra?
(You've changed my 2 to a 3,
increasing my lot by
half again - that's 50% of
the original quantity -
but that one extra is only a third -
or 33% - of my new total amount.)
Monday 24th June 2019 10:16 am
It's fear of the flood
of fear that flows through me which
I fear most, by far.
MORE TELLTALE SIGNS
We say we're not apes
and yet it's the human race
which shat where it ate.
THE ULTIMATE DRUG
Yes, I'm an addict -
the withdrawals will kill me
if I don't eat food.
Nothing good can come
of our obsession with this:
it will ...
Friday 21st June 2019 10:02 am
Who else, save that one person
in need of relaxation
would stoop to taking a bath?
From the very first instant
said bather isn't cleaner
but more and more wallowing
in their own scum-laden filth.
Tuesday 18th June 2019 10:15 am
If you're only prepared to meet the bastards halfway
how can you ever say you've won?
You haven't even drawn.
You've only called halftime,
after which they'll have moved the goalposts
(again!), dug deep pits across the pitch
and fudged the rules of the game.
They'll have planted a spy on your team too.
No, if you want to stand any chance of winning
you'll have to pl...
Sunday 9th June 2019 4:55 pm
How sadly it's come to this:
of our egos' mad desires.
Now all this nightmare requires
of us to finalise
matters is to analyse
our crude methodology
and, sans apology
give the Earth one last, good kick -
yes, that ought to do the trick -
then drink to its poor health.
We've raped it of all its wealth,
we've torn it and tortured...
Thursday 6th June 2019 7:46 am
This poem was painstakingly transcribed by 23 unpaid
interns labouring under my cool, indifferent 'tutelage'
(and who, after each day's work is finished, in bars and cafés
across the city will pretend to their friends how valued
they're made to feel as students and protegés of mine.)
Sunday 2nd June 2019 6:45 am
A Few Lines Conceived In Poor Mimickry (A Mere Matter Of Minutes After Concluding A Biography Concerning That Conceited, If Colourful Cove, Coleridge)
I, too have watched a myriad words die,
all for want of you, fearless audience -
your special someone with that kindly eye
and ear who could best, sans wilful offence
urge me to test myself, by composing
a thousand lines and honing them to one.
Your wisdom, without combative ego's
ingrown need to sound 'clever' (not far gone
in self-esteem, I mean) might serve adv...
Sunday 26th May 2019 7:20 am
Tomorrow's cohort have cause to complain:
we've squandered their birthright (this fragile earth,)
burning resources for personal gain
and left them all this mess. For what it's worth
though we've claimed no right nor shown contrition
for leaving their world denuded of life,
with nature in such a raped condition,
stripped-mined by greed at the point of a knife.
Tuesday 21st May 2019 8:21 am
Keen amateur footballer,
playing centre forward for teams
in two local leagues (between jobs.)
Fought in the trenches,
enlisting as a private
and demobbed as a sergeant
at officer-training school.
Awarded the Military Medal
during that terrible 'Kaiserschlacht'
for repelling an attack in force.
All by himself.
Post-war, turned down an offer
Sunday 19th May 2019 12:37 pm
I live for the dream of hell to pay
and better words to arraign each thought;
alas, Dunning-Kruger bars my way
and up my tongue gets tied. Options float -
teasingly, playing peek-a-boo-you,
buckling swash through my jaded mind's eye,
first dancing into, then out of view -
leaving me clutching as straws flit by.
It's like the end of the Crystal Maze
Saturday 18th May 2019 8:38 am
I wish these rocky days were at an end
and I could go at last to join my friend.
I have no great desire to stay on here
and would much rather simply disappear.
No-one will really mourn me, should I go
to that great drinker’s tavern down below;
much less is there some lover who might grieve,
were I to pop my clogs and take my leave.
I do believe he’s lounging with a beer,
Monday 13th May 2019 12:50 pm