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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

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  • The Gift of Warmth.

    The gift of warmth would be good. I’m colder than a cold person, in a cold place, with no clothes on and all the windows open. Where did that twisted lyric of the first line of the poem come from ? It’s got to be Dylan, but what is it ? Cold. It’s cold out Read more

  • Salmon Students.

    I attended day release courses from school, for various trades, plumbing, electrical etc. One such course was at a technical college called Salmon Pastures for bricklaying. None of my fellow students were salmon, although I have known cleverer salmon. Said students had a particular dislike for anyone who wanted to learn, and I was one Read more

  • Plastic Guns, Real Deaths

    The prompt is asking what do I do for play, I tried to come up with something funny but the well is dry today. So this a sombre tale with a serious message. I was concerned maybe a bit too serious, I asked a trusted friend and he said “Go for it” so blame him, Read more

  • Too Many Toys.

    My biggest Challenges at the moment are the six we have in our back garden. I freed them from a group of so called men playing soldiers, so they couldn’t hurt anyone. One is now a very cosy badger set, one is a foxes den, the others have itinerant squirrels. If anyone knows how I Read more

  • Miss Spent Youth.

    I have always loved old cars, whenever I see an old MG, Mini or Triumph it takes me back to my youth. I passed my driving test first time at age 17. My first car a white Triumph Herald 12/50 with sunroof. They were fantastic cars, way ahead of their time, but they were built Read more

  • Clean Your World.

    I have a love hate relationship with adverts, they love preying on the naive, and I hate watching it happen. I have always been a bit of an inventor, if I could the following is one product I would invent, on a not for profit basis of course. ADVERTISEMENT Tired of the same old grubby Read more

  • Holy Night.

    I now realise politicians only lie when they open their mouths. Silent Night. Silent night, holy night, fireworks explode out of sightAmbulance racing flashing blue light, in the city there’s been a fightBlood it flows like communion wine, of holiness though not a signA homeless man killed with a broken bottleGreed in his sports car Read more

  • My New World.

    Writing is my new world, I have had time to write anything new for today, so this is from my back catalogue, it’s upbeat and cheerful, it fits this time of year and it’s one of my favourites. Thank you all for your support during 2025, it’s been a tough year for me, what with Read more

  • 1954 and All That

    I was born in 1954, just after we’d closed the door to war. Now that doors been pushed back open. Let’s try and push that door back firmly closed, show to violence and greed we are opposed. I ran out of time today, spending time with friends, like minded and such. I may or may Read more

  • Am I a good character to judge ?

    Am I a good character to judge? My conscience says I am, but how does anyone know? In our last election here in the UK, I voted for Labour and their leader Sir ? Clear Stoma. The latter being my pet name for Keir Starmer, because one can see through him, and he’s full of Read more