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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

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  • Hands.

    I was gifted with hands that could create many wonderful things, and I’ve had a very productive life. Day to day, my most creative period is in the mornings, I flag in the afternoon. Indeed I left writing today’s post late again, ended up answering the wrong prompt, so now it’s too late, my readers… Read more

  • Teacher.

    I’m sorry I can’t manage an intro today, or a new poem, I am in the midst of a deep depression. What Makes a Teacher Great.One who has the skill to make a pupil feel smallOne who recognises potential not at all,One who’s way to control his class is by shouting,The ability of each individual… Read more

  • The Cost of Perfection.

    Silence is Golden. Silence is golden, it allows my eyes to see, my hands to work and my soul to be. Meditation in art, to be in that place, where just one millimetre is a massive space. The whole world in the stroke of a file, hours slip by in such a short while. The… Read more