Poetry by The Bard O Biggar

Poetry by The Bard O Biggar poetry for everyone. Darren Alexander Gray lives in Biggar with his wife and two children. He writes mainly in local vernacular Scots.

He works as a Greenkeeper with South Lanarkshire Council and his writing expresses his feelings for landscape and the people who inhabit it.

Brain Shrink The crushing of a finger The breaking of your heart When deaths just a linger That's what years you apart. ...
12/04/2025

Brain Shrink

The crushing of a finger
The breaking of your heart
When deaths just a linger
That's what years you apart.

That emotional roller coaster
When you're on the smooth track
Then all of a sudden you have lost her
The wheels take a right whack.

Shrink The Controller
No coaster but steamroller
Medicinal brakes are a choker
With your moods always mediocre.

When you have Bi-Polar times things by ten, because gone are your brakes, freewheeling again and again.

Darren Alexander Gray

11/04/2025

The Last Say

Down the pub to have one or two. In the swing, you've had a few. You go back home. It's well past two, it's time for bed. then you spew.

When you've got that craving lust, that cake of chocolate that you must. Not a care for trouser seam to bust, down you guzzle and belt adjust.

A Wee man at the corner stood, hey! can I help you. What? perhaps a little misunderstood. You want some gear, it's really good, DO I f**k, wow... no need to be rude.

What's he doing with Mrs Jones, he's a married man, get your own!!! See if you can get his wife, on the phone, not our business, other people's hormones.

All that time that you took, did you even have a second look? that was limeade you mistook. Not a smidgen of alcohol was took.

That very man you called fat, happens to have an illness, you never thought of that! So be more kind before you spat. He's got an under active thyroid has our Matt.

When your asked if you want some drugs, don't make eye contact and shut them lugs, tell them that, it's for mugs. Pick up all your crap you litter bugs.

Never indulge in a little fourplay. Ones enough and thats the way, if you're going to cheat. You'll rue the day. For the man upstairs. Will always have, The Last Say.

Darren Alexander Gray

The Awakening A Bear calm,Distinguished earthy face, Gazing hatred, It's judgement,Killer locking mindset, nasties overl...
31/03/2025

The Awakening

A
Bear calm,
Distinguished earthy face,
Gazing hatred, It's judgement,
Killer locking mindset, nasties overload,
Perhaps quaint, reluctant stare. Testing us,
Varying weight, x-ray, yokelish, zoologist
"KICK HIM IN THE BALLS!!!"

Darren Alexander Gray

30/03/2025

A Race To Nowhere

Sat in a bored trapped winter, when you can't afford a heat
Write a warm poem. Here, come grab a seat.
Outside it may be snowing. Not here at the fire,
Rocking in my chair, there is a lot here to admire.

A huge relief for mothers, the kids are screaming outside and not between their feet. Bless the little beggars Pelting cars in defeat.

What happened to respecting elders, manners, well they have gone. Mr and Mrs was the norm and the parents belt was duly drawn.

No you never strayed that far. As the dinner bell would chime, 5 minutes was the schedule. God for bid if you ran out of time.

Now the kids are full-mental. Totally out of control, I mean look at little Johnny, living like a millionaire on the dole.

The World it has gone crazy, I doubt we'll ever get it back, The Snowflakes have truly woken. The day they band the word BLACK.

Darren Alexander Gray

Reconifex I have folds creased by pain I have lines etched with strain White hair more and more each day Crossing moods ...
16/03/2025

Reconifex

I have folds creased by pain
I have lines etched with strain
White hair more and more each day
Crossing moods with chaos, so to say
Four walls that are closing in
For sanity is piercing ones skin
The cauldrons stew at boiling point
As all ones potions disappoint
My lives on free-fall, without a string
Once upon a time, will never begin
My downward spiral is nearing hell
The sooner the better aswell.
Life was once a happy place
Now for many. Death is the ultimate race.
For now Bi-Polar stirs the cranium pot
Walls of stress turn red hot
Never judge one's point of view
Unless you stand inside their shoe.
One can smile and one can cry
In the end the both will die.

Darren Alexander Gray

Think I prefer a beard, you'se prefer a balaclava 👍🙈lol
14/02/2025

Think I prefer a beard, you'se prefer a balaclava 👍🙈lol

12/01/2025

The Day The Mirror Changed

One minute things are rose, your mirror is your friend, then when you least expect it, it drives you round the bend, that young blonde lad that loves you, with a smile white as snow. Not a blemish or a problem, not an anxiety on show, The girls have your attention, for me it was always, a one way street, I had my sport and family, good friends for support, romance was on sleep. Not that I didn't like them, or that I did not care, just my life was very simple. Sport, sport and sport. My life for a girl I simply would not share. I really enjoyed my football, cricket and my darts, I loved to shoot some pool, and building bogey carts, we would play at hide and seek, all the usual stuff. Yes I didn't need a girlfriend in my life I had enough, then I guess it just happened, I opened up my heart, I dated a local lass, then we were very much apart. This love would last a while, two perfect kids as well, then things began to fester, I guess there was holes in our shell, then it all became apparent my mirror was not my friend, that once young lad that smiled, was on a rocky road, Hell Mend. It took me bloody ages and you could say, more than one or two new friends, the truth it wasn't simple, something was driving me round the bend. I just couldn't put my finger, on any probable cause, then I woke up one morning, riddled with blemishes and many flaws, my hairs were getting whiter and my belly grew a lot, that once white toothed young laddie. You could say, that I forgot, it was very problematic and homeless did not help, I met this lovely lady, then it wasn't long till I would YELP!!! I treated her appalling, an absolute disgrace!!! All she ever done, was love me and treat me with great grace. Then I dated like no other, three or four a week, I never knew the magnitude of my problems, as once during the night, only God was all I could seek, then it became apparent, I was not all that very well, I was on a railroad collision, my life was pure hell, my mirror was all broken, all around was broken too, I wasn't very stable, my kids got the brunt of it, sadly but true, so I made myself an appointment, I had to get me sorted out, seek professional help, see what my problems were all about, then the problems were just beginning. My head was in a spin, my first psychiatrist appointment, kicked me on the chin, I guess I really needed, a prospective, a picture of pure distress, she asked me lots of questions, agreed that my head was in a mess. So medication was my answer, well so it would a seem, Them problems just got greater, a nightmare not a dream. So back I went to see her, you could say in a little distress, sat there all so cocky in her little black shiney short wee dress. So sent me back with new meds, these bad boys do the trick, the problem then was simple, I could not raise my prick, boy they were heavy, the side affects were rough, when I went back a third time, I said I've had enough!!! It wasn't my usual, that good looking little bird, it was a very well spoken gentleman, his questions were quite absurd, he asked me all these questions, his pen was on fire, pages after pages, of Darren in the mire. So again I had my paper, hoping these meds will do the trick, hope these ones will at least raise my prick, well I have to say, I'm happy thinking, I could be there, I was in a new relationship, unknown with a right fat c**t, who really did not care!!! This would set me back a while, now penniless for sure, I wasn't any further, in finding that magical wee cure, so another visit prompted, I took a different step, I would see the council experts, thus bringing a whole new footstep, it gave me some vigor, a little bit of hope, I knew that someone was helping. Together I could cope, then the real help was rising, that light was flashing bright. I met this gorgeous lady, I knew straight away, she was right, sure I've been there a plenty, loving every one, the truth was very apparent, the old damaged me was done, today I restarted, I had a better foot, a caring understanding. All my problems I would shoot, I think she was a little startled. I guess for me it was too much, so stupidly I finished things, some things I could not touch, so I soon came to my senses, I was very glad I did, she came to my psychiatrist visit, boy nothing that she hid, Lynne told him absolutely everything, not a corner she did miss, it was a little electric, I guess I wasn't there to take the p**s, well it was that one moment, I just knew that was me, I could finally go home and look myself in the mirror and be happy what I could see. Apparently I have Bi-Polar, well it would certainly answer a few things, I finally had that answer, it hit me quite hard, by jings, but together we would fight it, face everything on the chin, I have to say we are winning, nine great years and I'd do it all again, yes I'd only change a few things, the mistakes that I made, I was an absolute ar****le, that fell well short of the grade, now that I'm all healthy. A great lady by my side, my kids and my family. All my s**t will NEVERMIND!!!

Darren Alexander Gray

Next Stop :- The Loony Bin Poetry is the Silhouette of a shape. You just can not escape. a large cargo plane for the ins...
01/01/2025

Next Stop :- The Loony Bin

Poetry is the Silhouette of a shape. You just can not escape. a large cargo plane for the insane, asking your head... "Whit the f**k ur ye daen?" Then you carefully craft, a wee laugh and it all comes together, even in the nastiest of weather, even when your moods are way low, this great wee poem, boy does it flow, like a thrown twig from a bridge, you run to the other side. Only to find it sunk like a fridge, certainly not cool. Anyway to wrap up this piece. I know is far from a masterpiece, I just love playing with words, no matter how absurd.... I just love being me... Mr Happy.

Darren Alexander Gray

Jammy Dodger When all you can do, is reminisce, the Grim Reaper your leader. The Devil you kiss, those burning embers. F...
01/01/2025

Jammy Dodger

When all you can do, is reminisce, the Grim Reaper your leader. The Devil you kiss, those burning embers. From Hell and it's fury. Try scoosh it with p**s and f**k all the jury, it's safe to say, I made a few bad decisions, I'm not proud I'll admit, my life went from bad. To real down right nasty s**t, I shat on a lassie. That she so never deserved and I met a gold digger, a marriage there was a real lucky swerve. That in the past. Not one to dwell. I'm one lucky lucky bad bastard. I found a great lady. That pulled me from those nasty hot embers of hell. Showed me real love and how to love me. Now I just can't get enough and I've never been so bloody happy. :) ❤️

Sick Bastard!!!I know what it's like, too much hate in the world, far too much pain and insults hurled, we need far more...
01/01/2025

Sick Bastard!!!

I know what it's like, too much hate in the world, far too much pain and insults hurled, we need far more love, the kind of love that's easy and free, and for everyone to feed on enough. For everyone to see, we need laughter, we need happiness and we need prosperity. So spare a thought, for poor old me, I've not got a pot, for my p**ser to p*e. I've not got a pot, trickling down my knee. I'm only having a laugh, I'm only pulling your leg. Hee hee, I'm actually living the dream, the lucky cat that got the cream, I've got a great lady,a big smile that I beam, the lucky guy who got the cream, it's how you play your cards, when your dealt a nasty wee hand, you decide to carry on, with a whim, when others would have burried their heads in the sand, low and behold. The cards all come good, your walking away a bit baffled and misunderstood. Where in my life did my fortunes turn. When in my life did true love return? Well I met a few woman, like a man on the run, trouble is every day I had a new one, I was living in manic. A rather ill man, met a real nice lady, I was just not the right man, my head was a mess, my attitude strange, all this lady done was love me, I honestly think, I was a little deranged. Well I truly blew it, treated her with contempt, just an absolute beautiful lady, inside and out. Took me an age. To pick myself up, seven psychiatrists later and hundreds of dates, but I never gave up, well almost ten years and I've come a long way, it couldn't have worked out any better for The Bard, The Very Lucky... Mr Darren Alexander Gray.

Aw The Best Freens, & Family hope 2025 rocks 🤟❤️💙
01/01/2025

Aw The Best Freens, & Family hope 2025 rocks 🤟❤️💙

Lady So much thrown in her pathKeeps her calm  no psychopath Her body cycle is a pain Still she's calm, not insane Her h...
21/12/2024

Lady

So much thrown in her path
Keeps her calm no psychopath
Her body cycle is a pain
Still she's calm, not insane
Her husband's ears, do not work
Still she's calm, without going berserk
Then finds her man, with another lass
Does she lose her calm and let it pass?
Well the judge it seems, she's very calm
Suspends her sentence. Well I'll be damned.

Darren Alexander Gray ( aff the cuff) xx 👍♥️

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