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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

poetry

  • 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

  • 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

  • George Don’t Do That.

    This prompt reminds of the late Joyce Grenfell, in her monologues, she was always telling her pupils to leave things alone. “ George don’t do that” It’s time the little children that run our world, should leave things alone, the moon included. So no I don’t want to go to the moon, I like seeing Read more

  • Big Bill, Nell, and the Jack of Hearts.

    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

  • A Stark Comparison.

    I would like to take this opportunity to draw a comparison. A comparison between a professional football player, that has the skill to kick a ball up and down a field, one who often exhibits aggression, is vastly overpaid and worshiped. To a fireman, firewoman, surgeon, or nurse. These people save lives nearly everyday, are Read more

  • Playing Devils Advocate

    What bothers me most apart from death of course, is the a huge amount of people who aren’t bothered about anything much other than them selves. They’re not bothered about they’re neighbours, they’re not bothered about the litter they leave, they’re not bothered about the dog mess they don’t pick up, and of course these Read more

  • 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

  • My leg is now on my arm.

    I’ve broached this subject before, early on in my blogging days. So to recap, my hobby is building detailed 1/8 scale model cars. I needed to make a part to represent a rubber “S” shaped hose and decided to make a lead bar bend it then paint it black. I needed to use a little Read more

  • Dylan and the Brontosaurus Burger

    My favourite food when I was a kid was brontosaurus burgers, you can’t get them now of course brontosaurus are extinct, as I will be soon. I remember also someone saying “Try Ceratops” but I didn’t like it. Talking of food, I have been compiling a list of food Bob Dylan my like. It has Read more

  • Doctors Nurses and Dylan.

    I have had the idea of adding a favourite line from from a Dylan song before my poem or story, this one is from Idiot Wind, from the album Blood On The Tracks. “You close your eyes and pout your.lips, and pull your fingers from you glove, you can have the best there is, but Read more