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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

politics

  • The Eating of the Clothes

    I’m so sorry I seem to be in a rut of depression at the moment, it’s cold dark and the foxes (Phart, Poocan etc) are all in chicken shed again. I should explain before you read the following “Pully”is slang, certainly here in Yorkshire, and probably in most of the UK for a pullover. In Read more

  • No Thank You.

    Christmas has just gone, and I am thinking, Christmas is a microcosm of what’s happened to the world, totally sold out ! Where is the kindness, where is the love ? Scattered and hidden in tiny enclaves around our once beautiful planet. Religion turned into a weapon, racism rife, misogyny rife, plutocracy rife, greed the Read more

  • Am I a good character to judge ?

    Am I a good character to judge? My conscience says I am, but how does anyone know? In our last election here in the UK, I voted for Labour and their leader Sir ? Clear Stoma. The latter being my pet name for Keir Starmer, because one can see through him, and he’s full of Read more

  • Abolition Of Greed.

    Ok then this is the big one. I’ve been waiting for this prompt to come round. This is a short story I wrote, at the time the Conservative Party were last in power here in the UK, and were trying to claw back money lost in the pandemic. It was the budget and I watched Read more

  • Losing Track of Time, and the Plot.

    Undoubtedly model making, then a close second writing this blog. Last year we had a general election here in the UK. I had loads of fun writing satyrical manifestos for each of the parties, then I did my own. Obviously it’s no longer topical, but hopefully it will give you laugh, and I need to Read more

  • The Tea Party (Not in Boston)

    I remember a while ago, well two whiles ago actually, because I heard it twice. A play on the radio, where a group of people including Bob Dylan’s manager were sat around a table in a restaurant. There was an empty seat and conjecture spread as to who was going to fill that empty seat. Read more