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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

mental-health

  • Wasted Youth.

    I was thinking about a prompt from a few days ago or so, about teachers. It got me to thinking, once kids go to school they’re on a one way track aimed at getting a job, earning money, getting married, having kids, or worse still being sent off to die in someone else’s fight to… Read more

  • The Cyber Toothed Tiger.

    Today’s header photo, my special place. I find modern life tough, being a man of certain age. the gadgetry, the sheer pace of life itself. A lot of the time I feel I don’t belong. I use various techniques to keep myself sane, I have a regime of meditation, time out, and making sure I… Read more

  • I Know Nothing,

    I’m an authority, on knowing I don’t know everything, about anything, I would never say I know more than anyone else, that I do know. I also know, that people who know everything never do, and people that know nothing, know they know nothing, so they do know something. So I know that I’m right,… Read more

  • It Takes a Worried Man.

    I’ve mentioned before in my blog, I am a better person now after my cancer six years ago. If I’d have been the man I am now forty years ago we would never have had our two boys, such is my fear for the way the world is heading. Not just the wars but the… Read more

  • That’s a bit personal isn’t it?

    I can’t think how to respond to this prompt. So I’ll just ramble on a bit. I’ve had some mental issues, panic attacks, depression, bit of OCD, difficulty socialising. So about two years ago I booked myself in for an autism test, give the beast a name and all that. I had the test earlier… Read more

  • One two many calls.

    One may presume, that setting fire to my arm doesn’t come under the heading “Self care” However accidents do happen. I must admit up to me having cancer several years ago I wasn’t a model human being, by my reckoning as I am at the moment anyway. Cancer was a wake up call, whoever made… Read more

  • Jiggy pigs

    Today’s Dylan Quote, “By the old wooden stove our hats were hung, our story’s were told our songs were sung” Bob! Stoves can’t be made out of wood they would burn, isn’t poetic licence a wonderful thing! Whoever poses these questions, is a tormentor. There are many kinds of fears, personal phobia types, fears of… Read more

  • Hello World.

    Hello World.       I’m a self confessed technophobe, I started expressing myself with stories and verse on a blackboard outside my home. Rain and chalk though are not a good mix! So after years of pushing myself, and a surprise turn of events, I now have this blog thing, which has the longest domain… Read more