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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

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  • My Name It Ain’t Nothin.

    ”My name it ain’t nothin, my age it means less etc, etc” A line from Bob Dylan’s “With God On Our Side” This is my slant on that line. My Name. My name’s not important, and neither am II’m hear a few years and then I will dieNo illusions of grandeur no false pretensionsI just… Read more

  • Love and Care.

    This may be my last post, for a while anyway. Apple has updated my iPad, and as a consequence I have lost all my recent writing. This was written March 25 when I was in hospital being treated for burns.               Spirits Blue flame, blue flame, that was all I… Read more

  • The Decluttering of John Clutterbuck.

    I am not a particularly untidy person, my little workshop gets in a mess sometimes, but then every so often I blitz it. So I have written this from an imaginary person’s perspective. “Gunwales the upper edge of the hull an old sailing ship may seem not to rhyme with tunnels but it’s usually pronounced… Read more

  • Bird on a Wire.

    An old girl friend once said to me “If you like Bob Dylan you’ll like Leonard Cohen” That’s true to a certain extent, Cohen has written some beautiful songs, but as some say they can’t tolerate Dylan’s voice, that slow drawl of cohen irks me. Songs such as “Hallelujah” but even more to my taste… Read more

  • On Thin Ice.

    Ok so it wasn’t a trip, it was a slip. Friday night just gone exhibited temperatures well below zero. Some of the snow from the days previous had melted but the melt water had frozen into black ice. Saturday, is the day I help out at a local DIY shop. I tried on the boots… 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

  • 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