Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

life

  • 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

  • Bad Habit Two.

    This is an easy one, It’s now ! Having returned home from holiday to find our home broken into, then having to cope with technology which is foreign to me, both to deal with the police, then trying to organise an improved security system, I feel like an alien. The nature of the violation of… Read more

  • Sticking Plasteres.

    I guess, I’m going to have to pay more attention to security, although I consider it pretty good as it is. We came home from holiday yesterday to find our house broken into for the fourth time ! They managed somehow to climb onto the security shutter box on the first floor patio door, and… Read more

  • When Will We Ever Learn

    I’m posting this blog whilst on holiday, a well earned break, after being debilitated by my burn injuries. We are on a campsite with internet near Lyme Regis Dorset, after two weeks in the new forest without. Technology and greed did manage to spoil a few days for us, The broadband company we had just… Read more

  • Rowdy Lout.

    Three years ago, we had a run of bad luck, someone stole our 12volt solar panels off our drive, then we woke up one morning to find the front border wall of our house had been demolished by a stolen car. We bought new gates on the insurance, and I rebuilt the wall myself. It… Read more

  • Although I hate online shopping, it does have its uses, especially now high street shops are disappearing, forced out by online shopping of course. Unless of course you need a haircut, that would be difficult on line, but Ai and all that, one never knows ! Maybe you could one day buy a little drone… Read more

  • A proper Shop.

    My favourite Time of day is early morning, It’s like the night has washed all the dirt off the day before and we can start anew. By 6.45 I hope to be in our own little bit of countryside which is the park and woodland behind our house, It’s a different world. I can switch… Read more

  • Recipe For Life.

    When I received the news I was free of cancer, I was in turmoil, part pre cancer part post cancer. I remember saying to my wife “I’m going on a journey, will you come with me?” I didn’t realise then exactly what that meant, all I knew, I had to leave behind the Keith that… Read more

  • What excites me at the moment, is also what scares me, Tuesdays 26 August I have my first open mike night. It’s not actually my first public reading, I once took my model cars to a care home, did a talk on them, and some poetry reading. I actually got paid for that and, gave… Read more

  • Pipe Dream.

    I would not build a city, cities are a symptom, of man’s inability to control greed not only in wealth but his habit to reproduce like rabbits. We are not meant to live in what is tantamount to poultry farms, then be brainwashed into thinking this is what we want. I live in a world… Read more