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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

  • Monsters.

    Isn’t it just typical that on the day I give up my everyday blogging, something so patently wrong happens, that I just have to comment on it. I am talking of the shooting in Thailand. Governments allover the word allow the worship of weapons by children, so when it’s time for them to conjure up… Read more

  • I Only Lie When I Open My Mouth.

    This post was supposed to have been posted a few days ago, I forgot as I was going on holiday for a few days. I guess it still works for today’s prompt though, eg never take advise from listen a politician The Ai thing that creates these prompts, repeats itself over and over. We have… Read more

  • Tip of the Iceberg.

    Before you read, I have an admission to make the joke about car park theft isn’t mine. I can’t remember who’s it is but it won best joke at the Edinburgh fringe a few years ago. THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG. Tip of a pencil is graphite not leadA good tip for life don’t be… Read more

  • Don’t Buy It

    Seeing is really difficult for most people, they just cannot see how they are being used and abused. I admit most of the propaganda and hype is very clever and subtle,but come on, how do you think the rich get so rich, and the powerful get so powerful, are they that clever? DON’T BUY IT… Read more

  • A Hat Stand Called Paul

    I feel a strong bond to King Phineas, every time he was delivered a meal, the harpies would sweep down and take it away. So it is with I, every time I feel I am making progress through The Great Mire of Tech, I end up back at the square numbered one again. Follows the… Read more

  • The Clock is Running Fast

    The o’clock is running fast, time is running through my fingers, no time to talk of balladeers or genius folk rock singers. In other words I’m short of time for the next few days. RAISINS, RAISING and REASONS. There’s a raisin in my chocolate bar, a raisin in my cerealThere’s raising Hell raising Cain and… Read more

  • Dead Mouse, It’s Impossible to Eat.

    No lyricist is safe from me I have a habit of twisting lyrics round. “Our House” by the punk band Madness is no exception “Our house in the middle of our street” became “Dead mouse in the middle of our street, dead mouse it’s impossible to eat”. I know it’s a shame but I can’t… Read more

  • Mr Tangerine Man.

    I mention sacrilege in my verse today, I’m worried I may be being a little sacrilegious myself in adapting one of the greatest lyrics of all time to my own ends. Im talking of course of Bob Dylan’s Mr Tambourine Man, unfortunately best know for the Byrds truncated version. As for my subject, how can… Read more

  • Final Chapter

    I’ll leave my readers to decide who the non humans are. FINAL CHAPTER. We are writing the last book, the last chapter, we are going to have to adapt or accept disasterWe must not be what we are, we must be something other, we must respect our Earth she is our mother. If we cannot… Read more

  • Series of Dreams

    A verse from Bob Dylan’s “Series of Dreams” an out take from his Infidels album, available on “Biograph” a collection of out takes. “In one, the surface was frozen In another, I witnessed a crime In one, I was running, and in another all I seemed to be doing was climb. Wasn’t looking for any… Read more