Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

nonsense

  • Norman is an Island.

    I started writing this about petty little tech troubles, but it’s ended up a pretty good bit of nonsense, that actually makes sense. In a nonsensical way. Apologies for the naughty bit at the end, bottom, oh I don’t know, whatever you want to call it. Norman is An Island Norman is an island, so… Read more

  • I don’t struggle with negative feelings, and definitely never touch the live. I am though down to earth. I feel a little bit of Dylan coming on “When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez and it’s Easter time too, your gravity fails and negativity won’t pull you through” From “Just like Tom Thumb’s blues,… Read more

  • ”Foaming at the mouth he began to make his midnight creep” A line from Bob Dylan’s “The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest” From the album “John Wesley Harding” I hate being asked, what is the question I hate being asked. Another thing I hate being asked, is “What kind of lunatic comes up… Read more

  • What’s in the Can ?

    Life is one big challenge, it shouldn’t be so, we have the power as a species, for things to be so different, but we have taken the wrong path, and followed the god of greed. I’m sorry I have failed on my mission again today, to write a full poem, or at least one that… Read more

  • Rubber Trees ?

    The most important invention in my lifetime was obviously the wheel. I remember it well, rolling the car about on tree trunks was a pain, every time the trunk revolved to a point where there was a bit of branch sticking out you’d be stuck and have to call the AA ( Arboreal Association) Also… Read more

  • My readers must be aware, I’m on a bit of a downer at the moment, all this political stuff and warmomgery. I can’t seem to get inspired by anything else, so I’ve just written a bit of nonsense. A definite case of MTH (Must try harder) Leisure Leisure I sit and watch the rain run… Read more

  • Bad Eggs

    Despite the following bit of fun, I really am quite good at cooking eggs. To me it’s an art, everything has to be finished at the same time, toast done, table set, tea made and poured. I remember the first time we had goose eggs, the lady at the campsite shop told us 20 minutes… Read more

  • Diet of nonsense.

    As mentioned previously I am prone to obsessions. Dieting for example, one is only supposed to get weighed once a week, but then it gradually creeps up, twice a week, and then it’s every other day. Then, there I am getting weighed every morning and then the night time ones! It’s like any habit, it… Read more

  • Rant and socks

    Most of my time is wasted in trying to convince people that we are ruining civilisation with our own stupidity and greed. I try not to use this blog to that end, but I was asked the question, and that’s my answer. STOP PRESS! The Stupid boy. The stupid boy was now eighteen, it had… Read more