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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

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  • Winner or loser ?

    The UK National Lottery has been running about 30 years so every week for that 30 years I haven’t gambled a single Pound Sterling So that’s £1,560.00 I’ve won, You see I just don’t do luck, not of the material kind any way, I have tried various competitions, lotteries raffles etc, but never won anything.… Read more

  • Egg

    Family traditions not many do we have. There is just one tradition our immediate family share, we use the word “egg” as a greeting, this comes from the gradual morphing of hello, to “eggloaf” then just “Egg”. It’s quite good in a crowded place the shouting of “egg” usually gets attention. When our boys were… Read more

  • Never a Straight Answer

    My favourite Animal was Eric Burdon, the way he stood and just blurted out House of the Rising Sun was phenomenal, most other singers of the time danced and pranced around the stage but not Eric. My least favourite animals are the giant phart (Latin name (Donaldis Trumpis ) and the poocan. ( Latin name… 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • An Emerging Talent.

    Last night I did my second open mike night, and this one did actually have a mike, the first didn’t. That didn’t mean I used it properly though. I’ve a long way to go yet. I’m both tired from last night, and a day fighting tech for application of a heat pump installation. Then preparing… Read more

  • Mind Games.

    We used to love playing outdoor games with our two boys. One of our favourites was hide and not bother to seek, we would send them off to hide, and then not bother to go looking for them. Sometimes weeks would go by, but they always found their way home eventually. Of course the above… Read more

  • A Game of Ping Pong.

    You will all know, I often write about myself, my thoughts, and sometimes even bring my lovely wife into the story. This isn’t one of those stories though, this definitely isn’t about me, and my wife isn’t so cunning, at least I hope not. So it’s just a little fiction. Hope you enjoy. A Game… Read more

  • 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