Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

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  • The Law of the Jungle.

    I feel I must apologise my posts have been quite sombre recently. My intention today was for a a bit more of my nonsense, and I did try, honest! I planned and actually started writing about rescinding the law of gravity. Some how though it didn’t work out and the demise of our world won… Read more

  • I wonder why the thought of the theoretic Dooms Day Clock popped into my head the other day ? Maybe I ought stop watching the news. The idea of time ticking away whilst the clown princes pull the strings of fools making them dance to a stuccato tune and play their evil games with our… Read more

  • Too Many Toys.

    My biggest Challenges at the moment are the six we have in our back garden. I freed them from a group of so called men playing soldiers, so they couldn’t hurt anyone. One is now a very cosy badger set, one is a foxes den, the others have itinerant squirrels. If anyone knows how I… 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

  • Through a Mirror Darkly.

    A news article, that I found interesting, was about two twins that had built the world’s biggest model railway. As a model maker it caught my eye, but I can easily see where others may have found it boring. Practical skills are gradually disappearing and I find that so sad. My answer to yesterdays prompt,… 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