Poetry by The Bard O Biggar

06/12/2025

Just saw Scotland's kick off times Haiti is 2am Morroco and Brazil both at 11pm... that's crap... be no pubs open at 2am. Absolute kick in the teeth for the fans... 😡

18/11/2025

09/10/2025

Guising

Scars oozing blood splatter, empty pupils, pure white, scalpeled fingernails. Canines primed ready for bite, wrapped bandages unkempt, silence till the beckoned call, sprung like a coiled spring. To the wolfs whistle, darkness capes its soul. Drooling thirst for doorstep pickings, Guisers march to and fro, unaware of shadows pouncing, lurking behind the cemetery gate, brave little souls give wide berth, then giggles turn to fear, as the gate clanks open, unaware what nasties lurk. Then the moonlit shadow wakens, swirling breeze leaves and debris scatter, sharp tap shoulder, freezes halting shift of motion. Then in a burst of evocative combination of words, the smell of imagination bursts. Frankie ya bastard!!! That hurting relief. As Frankie renowned for his cruel malice, waving his long branch and sharp nail, now the guisers cyclical paths reroute.

25/07/2025

Inside the mind of manic depression, weeks and weeks of The Devils Session, your sat there cornered, as the bullets fly, ricocheting the proverbial, as to why.... an Ariel cycle, in full spin, cleaning achings just to begin boiling stew of a witches cauldron, just a broomstick rocket. Washed up Buzz Aldrin. Even your shadows not in cinque, your once so happy, gone in a blink. The gates that opened, now are shut, only the cemetery is open, frys my nut.