Best Bardy Poems
In the shower, in the shower
It all hits me with such power
While shampooing my long hair
As I soap up body....fair? ;)
There where laptop's not in sight
Words explode like dynamite!!!
There where my back needs a rub
When I don't dare leave the tub
There in my soapy sudsy best
Words assail me without rest
When I need my legs to shave
Words assault me, strong and brave
While my hands glide here and there
Poetic soul itself will bare
Poems of the "bardy" type
Come to mind with lots of hype
Once I'm done and towel dry
Can't write a thing, though hard I try!
Now I have this silly rhyme
I must increase my shower time
Or have someone just sitting there
Who has some time for me to spare
Someone who's fast on the keys
If you're the one, then tell me please
You're hired here, right on the spot
You'll be my scribe, "Forget Me Not."
Eileen
SAT NAM
I am rose in sunlight breathing
Buddha in middle of balm bathing
beckoning my Heart leavening lively
I am a loop in Love cathedral of pure
passion where two beanpoles
dance dare devils deafening
I am wolf wandering in wild weather
finding a fabulous feathered feed
mesmerising messages of marvellous magic
I am darling dove in Dover
watching wedded buy woven wonders
my wings widen their purse-strings wonkily
I am ant anticipating bald-headed eagle
escorting a co-op car to labour ward
fetching mother and new bursting born
I am bardy breeze trying a tango
in coralled coloured church chinks
witnessing choristers sing new comely chords
I am quint quilt on forked farmyard fence
damp dough in toddler tweaks
forte fingers on trebled trumpet tumbling
I am sage steaming vapour soothing stomach
Salomon’s battle stoned and sprung
mirroring his victory on glass floors glimmering
I am tiger in Tibetan temple tempered
monks on my turf as they deserve
stroke my striking countenance smoothly
I am silhouetted stallion in South Sea surf
galloping my gay freedom song
whilst scientists girdle genomes googling
I am witch of weathered spirits
witnessing zigzag zaps down
lithe legs as learnings of latent timelines
I am grandpa goat gambling
another term of gum boot dancing
Lady Nada gifting a hymn for Beatles ballooning
I am Goddess of the Moon
inspiring mortals to seek
Sat Nam Sat Nam Sat Nam !
Saaaaat Naaaaaaammm…
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2008
Thomas Hardy
Victorian bardy
Tells us, as his stories unfurl
He never met a happy girl