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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

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  • Son Rising.

    Sorry today’s post is a little short (Sweet though, maybe too sweet) Checkout tomorrows, I’ve got something cooking. Son Rising. I can’t remember, was I born in the morning, or born at night. Can’t remember when I first saw the light. When was I first cradled in my mother’s arms. When was I caressed by… 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Who’s Going to Make You Breakfast of Eggs ?

    The last two posts I’ve done have been on a similar, theme, that of avarice. So todays poem isn’t related to the prompt. However, how about “Richmass” a holiday we could all go out and waste our money buying useless gifts for people, in order to make the rich richer. Mind you, don’t we already… Read more

  • Too Much of Nothing.

    I absolutely know we are being brain washed and manipulated, to keep the privileged few in wealth. How can it be normal to just want more and more ? Next time you visit a shop, say Next or similar, just stand and look around, how can all that stuff be necessary? We have a coffee… 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

  • 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