The Bard Poem by Kostas Lagos

The Bard



Lightning stroke and thunder rolled

it started to rain so the soil turned cold

I prayed to God, anyone my hand to hold?

Some fine vodka I drunk, mysteries began to unfold

Then I spoke of legends and stories untold

that I was guarding from ages too old

A bard I am, playing a lyre of gold

Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: legends,stories
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Made for fun
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rini shibu 24 January 2019

Spoke Legend and stories untold..interesting

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Sylvia Frances Chan 05 February 2019

And of course, Some fine vodka you have drunk, mysteries began to unfold, that has played a most important part of this brilliantly worded poem, dear Bard!

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Kostas Lagos 05 February 2019

Thank you Sylvia! Vodka and lyre is a good combination...

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Sylvia Frances Chan 05 February 2019

Due to your country´s historical past, if I read about a lyre of gold, then I associate instantly with the greel gods and muses and of course The Bard. Though made for fun, I appreciate the country´s past time, especially the mythological periods. I have enjoyed this poem enormously. A 10 and much much more.

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Prabir Gayen 30 January 2019

The bow and lyre and you are a music....thanks dear poet ❤

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Kostas Lagos 05 February 2019

Thanks my friend Prabir...

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Kesav Easwaran 30 January 2019

On a rainy day, when everything gets cold, a bit of vodka would help a lot. Fantastic if it leads to the thought of God. Musical rhyming nice work. 10/10

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Kostas Lagos 30 January 2019

Thank you mr Easwaran for your wonderful comment

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Sandra Feldman 24 January 2019

Yes, trying to decipher mysteries thru golden poetry is the work, Bards and Poets do. A gracefully written and soul touching poem. With a beautiful message.

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Kostas Lagos 26 January 2019

Thanks a lot Sandra!

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