Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

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  • I’m reading my own book, over and over again. Searching for typos before the final print, I know it’s an impossible task, ‘cause people will still find some. Commas, full stops, semi colons and brackets, float behind my eyes. I just hope it’s all worth it and I win the Booker Prize Book I write… Read more

  • Where would I most like to live ? Britain definitely, mostly lovely inhabitants, beautiful countryside, beautiful weather (Forget that last bit) Unfortunately though broken and governed by idiots. Is anywhere else that different ? I don’t know, a lot of countries are Ok for holidays, but living there ? Not sure. Topsy Turvey We all… Read more

  • The Snowman and the Fridge.

    I really ought to do a Tolkien here and draw a map to show our area. Basically we live at the top of a main road, with little access down the side of the house. The house is built on the side of a ravine, with a footpath running up the bottom of the valley.… Read more

  • Wilbury Twist ?

    What part of my routine would I skip, Read on. As you all know I’m a big Dylan fan, and when Dylan, Roy Orbison, Jeff Lynn and George Harrison got together as the Travelling Wilbury’s what a delight. The Wilbury Twist being one of their songs I hope Bob and the remaining Wilburys don’t mind… Read more

  • Ok so, I’ve just come out of this dark place, all I could manage to write was heavy stuff, and my readers didn’t seem to like it. So I’ve come up with something a little lighter, although the pets I’ve written about can be heavy too. Pets. Pets are good, pets are fine, but I… Read more

  • Too Many Peas in a Pod.

    Lady Ann and I love garden peas, after we’ve shelled them we usually cast the pods in the compost bin, is that what you mean by pod casts ? Seriously I don’t usually listen to podcasts, I have listened to Population Balance, and Population Matters on occasion, as I am convinced many of our planets… Read more

  • Ducking and Diving.

    My favourite subject at school was the art of not getting beaten up ! Anyone at my first secondary school who was quiet and didn’t have aggressive tendencies was a target for the bullies. I found my escape route in my creative skills. I would create things for the bullies, sometimes playthings, sometimes creations to… Read more

  • This was good fun ! How many words could I find to rhyme with tick and Tock ? I’m actually writing this on Monday because I’m laid up with a cold, on top of my burn injuries, it’s not fun, every time I sneeze a pain shoots down my poorly arm. For a technophobe I’ve… Read more

  • Repercussions.

    What will my life be like in three years ? Well it shouldn’t take that long to describe, certainly not three years. I’m hoping I have a bit more luck, don’t set fire to myself again, and for the thieves and vagabonds to leave us alone. We’re going to make this house more saleable for… Read more

  • The last two posts I’ve done have been on a similar, theme, that of avarice. So todays poem isn’t related to the prompt. However, how about “Richmass” a holiday we could all go out and waste our money buying useless gifts for people, in order to make the rich richer. Mind you, don’t we already… Read more