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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

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  • 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

  • Nanny is My Mummy,

    Hi, my name is Billy, I’m just a big kid. I love climbing on rocks, feeding on anything moving or still, and generally acting the goat. Billy the Kid. Billy the Kid was an artist, The fastest brush in the west. His enemy though quick draw Mc Crow, Always thought he, was the best. So… Read more

  • Battle Scars.

    As my arm began to resemble an arm again, after my burns back in March, I decided to give the three main scars on my arm names, so. I could become accustomed to them. I named them after what they resembled, an arrow, a dinosaur (diplodocus)and a somewhat large postage stamp. After seven months they… Read more

  • He’s an Animal.

    I’m sorry, I’m tired this evening, going to have a rest, so here’s something from the archive. Oh, Ok then, just a little something new, for dessert, to raise a smile. He’s about 18” tall, he’s got sharp bits at one end, a waggly bit at the other, too many legs no arms, but plenty… Read more

  • George Don’t Do That.

    This prompt reminds of the late Joyce Grenfell, in her monologues, she was always telling her pupils to leave things alone. “ George don’t do that” It’s time the little children that run our world, should leave things alone, the moon included. So no I don’t want to go to the moon, I like seeing… Read more