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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

  • 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

  • My Favourite Pet, I’m not telling you’ll have to decide.

    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

  • And Then Suddenly As If By Magic Another Minute Slips By.

    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

  • Who’s Going to Make You Breakfast of Eggs ?

    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

  • Don’t call Us We’ll call You.

    Sorry if today’s poem doesn’t end as strong as maybe it should, I had a hospital appointment, which only left me an hour spare to write. My doctor phoned about my blood pressure, followed by another unexpected call, from our power company. Do you remember when we were the patients or customs, and the providers Read more

  • Too Much of Nothing.

    I absolutely know we are being brain washed and manipulated, to keep the privileged few in wealth. How can it be normal to just want more and more ? Next time you visit a shop, say Next or similar, just stand and look around, how can all that stuff be necessary? We have a coffee Read more