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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

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  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Spoilt Brat.

    I last felt grown up about two years ago I was 5ft. 10in then I’m only 5ft 9in now. Seriously the first I felt like a true adult was my wedding to my lovely Ann, I was able to relate and mingle with the guests in a way I hadn’t been able to before or Read more