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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

life

  • 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

  • Poet in a Tree.

    Im going off piste now, the prompts haven’t been prompting me much lately, too boring. Usually when I do this I get little interest, so here goes. The eagle eyed will recognise the resemblance to a Bob Dylan line “As I went out one morning to breath the air around Tom Paine” The track “As… Read more

  • I’m Not An Old Man, I am A Man That is Old.

    Most certainly not ! Last year I was struggling with the aging process, after four years of the building of the Bentley model diversion, it was like I was waking up four years older, but going from my 60s into my 70s made it worse. Just getting used to that then my burns accident kind… 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

  • Two True Super Heroes.

    My main audience for some reason, is India. So maybe many of you haven’t heard of this super hero called Kevin Sinfield. Kevin was a rugby player, he had a friend and team mate called Rob Burrows, Rob contracted MND (Motor neurone disease) and died after many years of brave suffering. Rob’s family aided by… Read more

  • Modesty Prevents.

    I know what I’m good at, I know what I’m bad at, but I’m not telling all. Today though did prove one thing, I am good at making friends. Our son took my wife and I out, to see his and his ladies new house, and to meet said ladies parents. I think it’s going… 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

  • Let Me Die In My Footsteps.

    How much tech would I get rid of ? ALL OF IT ! There is though a proviso, I would have to be allowed to live the life I want. As things are I have to use some tech just to exist, it won’t take over my life though like it has with the majority.… Read more

  • My Friend Mr Moss Ball.

    I don’t have a pet peeve, don’t even know what peeve’s are, can you teach them to do tricks ? Will they walk on a lead, and do they make the pavement stink like dogs do ? Please will someone come up with a way to train dogs to use toilets. Ok responsible owners pick… Read more

  • The Mask.

    If I could meet a hysterical figure, it would probably be Oliver Hardy. I would like to know why he was so cruel to little Stan. Seriously any bully would do even Hitler, I would love to know the workings of these bent and corrupted minds. Surely love is easier than hate, it can spread… Read more