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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

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  • The Eating of the Clothes

    I’m so sorry I seem to be in a rut of depression at the moment, it’s cold dark and the foxes (Phart, Poocan etc) are all in chicken shed again. I should explain before you read the following “Pully”is slang, certainly here in Yorkshire, and probably in most of the UK for a pullover. In… Read more

  • A Tribute To John Lennon.

    You know I often twist things around to fit the prompt, but a post I had on the other day (Clean the World 30/12/25/ ) would have been an exact match for today’s prompt. So, first there was that fantastic cleaning product, then the truth pill now the pill that lets people see the truth.… Read more

  • Joined at the Hip.

    I’m Attached. So, she pointed me in the right direction, told me which bus to catch, and off I went on the one hour journey to see the physiotherapist at the hospital on the other side of town. We had heavy show overnight, but by now, early afternoon, it is now turning to brown slush.… Read more

  • Mission Impossible.

    I wonder how many bloggers are going to use the title Mission Impossible as a result of the prompt. I’m willing to bet though none are as mad as this. Mission Impossible. I’m on a mission to stop nuclear fission, bombs and weapons and warI want to stop greed, ‘cause there’s really no need, and… Read more

  • No Thank You.

    Christmas has just gone, and I am thinking, Christmas is a microcosm of what’s happened to the world, totally sold out ! Where is the kindness, where is the love ? Scattered and hidden in tiny enclaves around our once beautiful planet. Religion turned into a weapon, racism rife, misogyny rife, plutocracy rife, greed the… Read more

  • It’s Not Me It’s You.

    What would I do differently ? Well, almost everything ! Please read on this isn’t an ordinary love gone wrong story, there’s a twist ! It’s Not Me It’s You. You say it’s not you it’s me, but that’s not really trueYou want to know why I can’t forgive the crazy things you doYou want… Read more

  • Down the Highway.

    If I had a freeway billboard, I’d panic, I’d have materialised in the USA, we have motorways where I live. We don’t really have billboards in the UK either just the odd decrepit caravan or trailer advertising some obscure product or service littering up a field. Maybe that decrepit vehicle may have “Just Stop Oil”… Read more

  • Future or Past ? Fuchsia or Pasty ?

    My wife does the gardening she loves those fuchsia bushes, me I’d rather have a pasty. I always try and live for today and look toward the future. The past ten years or so haven’t been that good for me, what with my cancer and then the burns, my luck has to change soon. I… Read more

  • 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