Write

by : Bacardi Gold
27/march/2023

Photo by PhotoMIX Company on Pexels.com

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write drafts and impressions

not to raise hell and inflame hearts

enrage one’s temper and stew him in steaming anger

rather write to construct and layout heaven

erase, dissolve or weaken fury, rage and hatred

sprinkle droplets of peace and understanding

and be generous and kind in forgiving…

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Let them…

by : Bacardi Gold
23/march/2023

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they didn’t evolve as one
of what they were conscious of
two distinct people
each has different dreams to pursue
together they exist
but it didn’t make them grow
a brighter one, their future might be
so let them be apart, let each be free


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Your Throne

by : Bacardi Gold
19/march/2023

Photo by Dinielle De Veyra on Pexels.com
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when all the circles ran aground

stuck on a hill of sand dunes and mounds

knee-deep, the snag, everything were wrong

trusting, the cul-de-sac won’t last that long

don’t break a heart, not your heart of stone

cluttered debris of setbacks are not easily won

be tough and strong, know you’re not alone

tests of time could stand leading to your throne…

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Should I…

Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com

by : Bacardi Gold
10/march/2023
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today, i woke up with some thoughts
should i write or just forgo the day
noises i heard of today’s punches
are lifting me up from the bed
intensity of spirit is driving me out
away from the usual me

i saw a caravan of weakened souls
heading to a point unknown
with open hands raised to the heavens
their faces looked tired and blown

from my window i heard the blubbering
shouts of anger i could hardly understand
an inspiration, a subject, should they be?
paper and pen… an echo, be the draft’s body ?

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Dreamers

Photo by Rodrigo Souza on Pexels.com

by : Bacardi Gold
09/march/2023

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when no dreams are left to dream
no roads to tread and shadows to follow
no hints of footprints to trace and track
a calm sleep tonight is hard to wish for
will the sunrise wake you up
and greet tomorrow with a wooden smile
a star-gazer in an angry sky tonight
delaying chances is another time wasted
dreams don’t speak when and where to begin
dreamers wait for hell to freeze over

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Affection

Photo by rovenimages.com on Pexels.com

by : Bacari Gold
19/feb/2023

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feeling the cold wind
in an open sea of guilt
warm as a summer’s heat
i could never see
where hatred was built

a castle made of stone
at the top of a lonely throne
people living in there
can’t find a little love
a simple, warm, and tender care

friendly a smile, sincere a hug
can the utmost difference make
where kindness could be plucked
from anyone else down the road
not from the one whose heart is locked..
.

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Passing Thoughts

by : Bacardi Gold
27/jan/2023

image by: pexels-photo-3368246
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i walked into the center of broken reveries
befuddled and flummoxed,
i shared a stumped image
of the beginning’s birth
marked moments at the spilled beans
captured the past glories and shames
with recognition or admission of guilt…


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Winter’s dreary smirk

Photo by Burak The Weekender on Pexels.com

by: Bacardi Gold
19/jan/2023

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the green leaves
dancing with the wind
whichever direction they sway to
they’re all hostile to my sentiments
which exude from an empty smile,
many have observed that i hoard a lot of
winter’s dreary lonesome smirk …

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Struggles

by : bacardi gold
11/jan/2023

image by : ramsey tendero
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a place of withdrawn importance
left to the exclusion of comfort
he’ll live with it inside
always welcoming a silence

at the boundaries of grief and laughter
hurdling human nature’s limits
inside his heart, mind and spirit
he would be blowing victory’s trumpet

euphoria of stars will finally spark
flashing a thousand words of joy
truth running its course on rivers and streams
launching a thousand honest dreams

the certainty of things bound to begin
driving on the road through thick and thin
shattered struggles breaking some efforts and kill
the prize awaiting up on the hill …
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Redeem

by : Bacardi Gold
27/dec/2022

Photo by Asad Photo Maldives on Pexels.com

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sometimes dreadful words will hurt
sharp as the thinnest edge of a knife
at times a rose can bring the sun up
lighten the sky unbending your twisted life
flowers can be the talk of wisdom
the sunshine of long awaited hope
your source of envisioned strength
to win back the better life you once owned

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Either or, neither nor

by : Bacardi Gold
27/dec/2022

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
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a prophet speaks theatrically
what tomorrow would bring
his eyes would whisper
either the truth or the lie
but your heart could feel his heart
his truth is another one’s lie
another’s uncertainty is his accuracy
neither he nor the other
can’t tell the genuineness of reality

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The ways

by : Bacardi Gold
10/dec/2022

Photo by William Fortunato on Pexels.com

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open up the gates
unbolt the locks
unfasten the screws
let the new air navigate the naked mind
let it mingle with the other finds

put a little grease
hammer it to let loose
turn the screws left and right
read if it served your purpose
foil the way leading into a circus

smart bending of sentences
not necessarily to rhyme
unfolding a beautiful story
matters in special ways
hidden in a string of metaphors

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friends

This is one of my first posts trying again to present myself to the WordPress world as a result of forgetting my password in my other account. I’ve decided to open another account rather than trying countless passwords that flash into my mind. Let me post this again to add a little more readers in my favor. Here it is…

Triangle Writes...

by : Bacardi Gold
20/july/2020

I have few friends. Befriending anyone demands my feel. A feeling of lightness towards a person may lead to consider opening up a conversation. Physical appearance is insignificant. Through a conversation, my first impression could be partially based and I could gamble for a second plunge.

This is how friend is defined by the dictionary. I took only three significant definitions. I thought that using pictures will further boost what the dictionary says.

It is a noun.

1.a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.

2.a person who gives assistance;patron;supporter

Almost there...give me one more push... #HappyAlert via @Happy Hippo Billy

3.a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile:Who goes there? Friend or foe?

It's  beautiful, this time of day... dhm

It is averb (used with object).

Rare.tobefriend.

to add (a person) to one’s list of contacts on a social media website:

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Moon

by: Bacardi Gold
05/dec/2022

Photo by Manuel Torres Garcia on Pexels.com
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i shot the moon with my eyes
i fired bullets and hit it twice
first, it landed on the crust but missed
Lunar Maria and Lunar Terrae
it bore a deep hole into the mantle
reached the core, outer and inner
the hardest part the inner core
like your heart i can’t ignore

the second bullet passed thru your mind
it made some convincing
to be noticed not playing blind
thanks god your outer core have melted
that left the inner core be thawed
softened, moved and beat
towards this heart of mine
may you shine bright all thru the night…


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I know not when

by : Bacardi Gold
03/dec/2022

Photo by Fabian Wiktor on Pexels.com

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In the midst of the olden days
reeling off from my mind it lays
gone-by moments years i’ve used-up
I only take-in the good ones back

rough forbearance triggered my tears
hurting my heart and it did coerce
rebounding memories keep talking in silence
knocking at the door of my lucid conscience

i will be home i know not when
the good, the bad the excuses and then
prayers were said its righteous acumen
so be it, judgment among men


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Searching

Photo by Anni Roenkae on Pexels.com

by : Bacardi Gold
11/nov/2022


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i’m looking for you
in this befuddling world
the puzzling troubles and hurts
make this spot a mysterious place
of burning fears and weeps

the deepening dark
can’t figure out the coming night
the dawning light
can’t predict the day to be alright

searching for the honest truth
in the macrocosm of falsehoods and lies
the heart and mind have been the home
of dishonesty seeking for a prize

i can’t talk to charm the crowd
or listen to their thoughts announced
i’ve been hearing all their planted lies
just to appease a master in disguise

time could wait for truth to come
for it to be counted on
other times could go beyond
to be believed by no one

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It became a part of us

by : Bacardi Gold
29/oct/2022

Photo by Alex Urezkov on Pexels.com

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i heard a melody
i knew not where it came
as it faded out in the air
something in me was aflame

when i got home
it’s still there in my mind
that melody of the song
i knew, i know the words then

i tried my best shot
recalling how it goes
but it’s her face that sing
when her lovely smile shows

then it crossed my mind
that it was our theme song
from my memories unwind
our story that went along

that song was her choice
to be sung in the altar
i was the handsome groom
she was the lovely bride

it became a part of us
even after the ceremony
when “I was born for you”
was sang on our wedding day…

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Teen Moments

by : Bacardi Gold
25/oct/2022

image by : pexels.com
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memories of laughter and delight
saved and secured in my mind
maintained and guarded by my heart
locked with honor and pride


of all the happy journals and notes
i’ll wish that i could remember
the days of my notable enduring youth
that were swarmed and blessed
with love and cheers
from my family and friends
during the puzzling and tricky moments
trekking the road, crossways and bends


it was a time when teens
were so careless and free
not yet ripe as a fruit
they thought abstractly
grasping cognitive changes
while in puberty
they wanted a life
lived independently


building identities
approaching adulthood
parent’s conveyed some guidance
teens resented creating a feud
feelings of indifference
taken as an insult
things not ironed out
too hot to handle and wrinkled


through the passing of time
differences collided
but chances were so kind
complexities changed and adjusted
as parental love is forgiving
and so does of teen’s
i felt overjoyed and sunny
kisses and hugs done just like a movie…

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Bamboo bridge

As I scrolled down my works for a visit, I passed this poem of mine that I wrote two years ago and read it over.

I came to realize that although the bridge was built with bamboo materials it has served its purpose appropriately well.

I was certain that bridges are of help to people to move around and it couldn’t be denied that it has served the community in many ways. Credit goes to the BAMBOO and its builders.

Here’s the poem.

Triangle Writes...

by : Bacardi Gold
23/jul/2020

. image by : ramsey tendero

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a bridge stretched and where to end

i know not where the point to bend

ignored the weights the hold to carry

enough heavy loads to be called a mighty

.

an ace done in sturdy bamboo finished

art form though rough spots were not wished

life guaranteed and survived to last

the anger of the sun, rain and dust

.

suffered the injury the hurt it endured

being stepped upon the safety was ensured

more ways than one the manner you’ve crossed

created a shake boldness in you withdrawn

.

unmindful as you walked when you saw the bend

sad turn of events at times had to end

lives were down bitter times should not extend

like a bamboo bridge strong to be a friend

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The Kettle

by : Bacardi Gold
19/oct/2022

Photo by Kim van Vuren on Pexels.com

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a kettle in an open flame
half filled with water
i laid my eyes on it
and saw scratches of the past
walled with some grains of rust
like the knights of an era
who encircled a palace
and defended it triumphantly
against the foes of fire

as the water boiled
loud bubbles cried
to be freed from internal heat
and into my cup
filled with coffee, sugar and cream

a little swirling with a spoon
brown pool of liquid
into my system
down into the sea of troubled mass
gave some satisfaction to the body …

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Autumn Leaves

by : Bacardi Gold
16/oct/2022

Photo by Jennifer Murray on Pexels.com

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golden trees of summer
with foliage in gold
together with its flowers
are maturing tenfold
season’s period is ending
a new one knocks to begin
autumn will be unfolding
life’s new chapter is calling
as the cycle goes a-changing
the elders will be retiring
at this season’s end
autumn leaves start to fall

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When you hug me like a child

by : Bacardi Gold
16/oct/2022

“@1313Sea: @Roozkwt1 @denise_bourassa @Lily__lou @t__lou pic.twitter.com/BOaVwLqN3a”
it might be, you were not aware
when you were young, you were under my care
i fed you when you were thirsty and hungry
the available meats, chicken and turkey  

i remember how your growl rumbled
and i felt so afraid
your eyes met mine like a spear 
piercing the deepest part of my fear

reminiscing, how sharp your fangs were
i really felt very scared
the first time you bragged about those teeth
i felt i'm already dead

through the shivering fears
i've seen you grabbed and attacked your prey
biting those cuts and deep-rooted wounds
i was a witness on how you slayed

now we've met again after so many years
your presence i missed, made me shed some tears
memories of you being ferocious in the wild
made me wonder how gentle you were, when you hug me 
like a child 

i wish we could be together, even for a short time 
so we could play again i missed to act in mime
kindness and love i have shown you then
i say, goodbye for now, 'till we meet again

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We will be…

by: Bacardi Gold
14/oct/2022

Photo by feelalivenow on Pexels.com



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i don’t have to dream anymore
i don’t have to touch the clouds and ride the moon
i don’t have to reach the stars, the milky way to roam
i just don’t have to…



whenever i think of myself
the things that i want for me
the future i want to be
i just think of you
from here to eternity

i don’t want to dream anymore
if i’ll fail having you
i don’t want to dream anymore
what’s the use of life without you



but i will find you
even if i cease to dream
someday the dream will find me
looking for you

then we’ll meet halfway
between the clouds and the moon
among the stars and milky way
and we will be the stars of the dream….soon

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Finally…

by : Bacardi Gold
13/oct/2022

Photo by Elina Sazonova on Pexels.com

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is this the beginning
of a familiar love story
about a man and a lady
finding each other, finally




the prelude was just a simple hello
as he saw heaven in her eyes
there were songs playing in his ears
feeling the warmth of the sunrise

his heart begun to shake
in its most unusual sway
her face blazed up to bake
a smile in lighter weight

the chances were so kind
meetings have been frequently crazy
love found them both entwined
now raising a lovely happy family


finally !

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Silver Lining

by : Bacardi Gold
12/oct/2022

Photo by Josh Sorenson on Pexels.com


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beclouded line of the far horizon
dark overcast dimmed the day
tried to catch the remaining light
and keep it in his memory

hard up as he was born
just a decent life, didn’t wish for more
unexpectedly the spirit would be torn
tears have fallen scattered on the floor

pathways have crossed the jungles deep
didn’t mind if he was dreaming while asleep
twilight took him to the deep of night
dawn had him leading an herd of sheep

sometime, he felt dumb that he would say
his life was a waste of time to play
in the sky, dark clouds dominate
rained his life with so much weight

he tried hard to be aware
fixing all those past mistakes
learned that behind those dark clouds
HOPE is the silver lining he had found…

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Little Angel

by : Bacardi Gold
11/oct/2022

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Photo by Felipe Sodru00e9 on Pexels.com

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I walked into her room
as the rains poured with might
seeing her in a deep sleep
flashed a vision, myself as her knight


Lovely roses spread on her bed
with petals pink and white
stunningly crowned her little head
as she dreams away the night


Sleep my lovely little angel
your moment of innocence will be over…”


a competent member of society, you’ll become
as you render services as an active vlogger
a connoisseur of learning and expertise, you’re welcome
of opinions and views, as an influencer


Sleep my lovely little angel
your time of innocence will be over…



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Surrender…

by : Bacardi Gold
10/oct/2022

Photo by beytlik on Pexels.com

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a chair facing the lonesomeness of somewhere
seats a man with thoughts of stares
every direction his mind wanders
seeking peaceful equilibrium
with his spirit’s sentiments


streams of kneaded past tableaus
runs around his grayed memory lane
turning shifts of melancholy listlessness
freeing,
hidden concern of
not caring anymore in anything
manifests his being at the edge of time,
the total surrender of his existence

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My needed wings

by : Bacardi Gold
09/oct/2022


Photo by Julia Kuzenkov on Pexels.com



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sometimes i forget who i am
always thinking that i could fly
the afterthought of having you around
is getting stronger when i look into the sky

sometimes i just want you where i am
always feeling that death is nature’s crime
i feel my wholeness and being complete
chances are, with you i could not die

mornings are dreams yet to come
each daybreak, what would it bring
two of us i see out there flying
let it be you, my needed wings

among the clouds i can see no boundaries
time has discarded its own set of limits
errors and flaws were deemed as fallacies
all when you became my pair of wings

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Happy hearts

by : Bacardi Gold
06/oct/2022

image from : Pinterest

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the stars glitter in the midnight sky
a tinseled space, unlimited
no slot for bitter tears hiding
happy hearts beaming with pride

the brilliance of the moon displays
luminous incandescent glow of youth
no clouds could ever clothe its blaze
to spread its light to the human race

dawn maybe near or mid-nowhere
moon’s playful light conveys joy everywhere
sleepy earth awaits wondrous awakening
golden sunrise brings a new beginning

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Life is…

by : Bacardi Gold
30/sept/2022

Photo by ANTONI SHKRABA production on Pexels.com




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when life becomes a roller coaster ride

it’s a learning experience you have to face

a friend or a foe against the challenge

it’s your choice to embrace or bypass

any growth that can boost your morale


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A Princess or A Prince…

by : Bacardi Gold
29/sept/2022

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

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i mused, i nibbled
the words you cracked then smiled


it tasted like wine
and it made me gone wild


sweeter than honey
you dished out Yes to me

kisses flew over
here, there and up the tree


sweat and energy
burning
, making mem’ries

like a buzzing bee
building a family


never a moment
your eyes shed painful tears

your lips were silent
when love crept in your ears


we love the night scenes
caressing skin to skin

bodies merging genes
both of us sighed a win


one more life was made
a princess or a prince


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triangle writes – Truth and Lie — Triangle Writes…

by : Bacardi Gold the story will be said to unfold and launch a narrative score of truth releasing unfounded pickled flaws snaking through the jagged stones . winding erratic lines submerged deep in a silent sea of myth talking heads with mouths unturned leading its way out sitting on the tongue . heart pounding […]

triangle writes – Truth and Lie — Triangle Writes… pls. read the original post

Travel – “I will not do this again, I swear”

by : Bacardi Gold
20/feb/2022

“I will not do this again, I swear !” (Anicycle at Kampo Juan, Bukidnon, Philippines)

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Anicycling – biking on steel rope (Zip Line )
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The photographer said, “At the count of three, raise your hands, 1, 2, 3 “. I did not do it. The order fell on deaf ears. My knees were trembling while my companion was enjoying the thrill of his life. He was at the peak of fun while I was in labor finishing the distance of toeing the line.


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Travel Photography – Camotes Islands, Cebu, Philippines

by : Bacardi Gold
28/june/2021




Bakhaw Beach Resort, San Francisco, Camotes Islands
Cebu, Philippines


Paraiso cave, San Francisco, Camotes Islands
Cebu, Philippines
Paraiso Cave, San Francisco, Camotes Islands
Cebu, Philippines
Mangodlong Rock Beach Resort, Heminsulan, San Francisco
Camotes Islands, Cebu, Philippines

Mangodlong Rock Beach Resort, Heminsulan, San Francisco
Camotes Islands, Cebu, Philippines

Santiago Bay Garden and Resort, San Francisco
Camotes Islands, Cebu, Philippines


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Little rains

by : Bacardi Gold
18/Dec/2020

Little rains, whispers of the twilight
want to know where you’ve been
sunset hides from the clouds they fell
in the silence of the world’s noise
Little rains, droplets of diamonds
glisten through the near-night sky
catch the weakened rays of the sun
comfort the tears, smile and dry your eyes

–0o0–

Photography – Haiku # 10 – “tree of life”

Nogas island, Antique, Philippines
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image by : ramsey tendero

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went to an island

sighted awesome tree of life

amazing fruits hang…


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Haiku #9 – Home Sweet Home

by : Bacardi Gold
09/sept/2020

image source: Pinterest



“whatever it is

it’s here i found our safety

our own home sweet home”


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“Home Sweet Home” prompt participants – Art, Photography and Poetry; I Write Her; Reena Saxena

TRAVEL : “I’ve Been There” – Naga City, Philippines

“Travel far enough, you meet yourself “- David Mitchell

“I love the feeling being anonymous in a city I’ve never been before” – anonymous

Traveling alone can be engaging and fun. But it depends on the place you want to go. To a place where it’s only me and my shadow are making the journey is somehow a gratifying adventure. Being adventurous is always an all-knowing task. Making it a point that you’re fully informed of the place you’re going to. Making sure that you are alert on other people’s advises. In my case, I searched the internet for possible advisories. I armed myself with enough instructions and tips about what, when, where, and how’s on my way to and back. Monetary considerations is always a must. To be a tourist in the eyes of my host is satisfying but I need to act both, a tourist and a traveler. I look braver as a traveler.

Excerpts from Wikipedia:

The Porta Mariae (Latin, “Marian Gate”) is a triumphal arch in Naga City commemorating the tercentenary of the devotion to Our Lady of Peñafrancia.[1][2][3]

The arch, 18 metres (59 ft) wide, 4 metres (13 ft) deep and 11 metres (36 ft) high, is surmounted by a 10 feet (3 m) tall brass image of Our Lady of Peñafrancia and two angels on each side. The main portal’s two small gates each accommodate three persons, while the central portal accommodates at least eight persons.

The arch was commissioned by the Archdiocese of Cáceres, and its construction was financed by the Peñafrancia Devotees of Metro Manila Foundation Inc. with General Salvador Mison as its director.[1] It was designed by architect Gian Paolo P. Priela and completed under the direction of engineer Noriel L. Villar. The Porta Mariae was blessed and inaugurated by Archbishop Leonardo Legaspi on 9 September 2010.[1]

The first time I saw it, I wondered why they painted it black or somewhat like dark gray. Perhaps to look elegant and in harmony with the other colors of the surrounding which is gray.

This is the altar of the Basilica of Our Lady of Penafrancia . That’s me.

This is the glass dome fronting the Basilica.

There are other beautiful churches in Naga city worth visiting. This only proves that Naga city is a devoted Christian city. They are a very religious people and adhere to Christian values .

This is only a part of the travel.


Tony A. comments on “What’s the meaning of my dreams”

Is it unusual to make a post out of a comment from a confidant? This concerns about the images during my sleep. I am a little bit distracted about the causes of those images . Why that kind of images in succession was created in my mind as I was at rest.

Last week, I wrote about my dreams and at the last part of the post I ask if there’s anyone who can interpret scenes in my dream. Tony A. was the one who made an “in-depth analysis” of my dream. He replied intelligently about the images that appeared in my dreams. He acted like a psychiatrist, scientist, and a fortune teller at the same time. (smiles) But thanks to him, he was right. His interpretation was exactly what I was thinking everyday after all these months of the pandemic. Here’s the portion from my post last week for those who were not able to read the part:

Scene 1 :

The queue was long and people were conversing with each other and overheard this. “What’s the job you’re applying for?” I was puzzled to be in that queue, lining for a job interview. ………I heard it. “He’s too gentle for the job.” I got more confused and clueless about the whole thing.

Scene 2 :

In that space of nothingness, I met my brother-in-law on a bike while I was waiting for a ride. I don’t know where I was going to. With my knapsack strapped on my back, I saw his face. He was a little bit concerned where I was going.

Tony A. :

Here is Tony A.’s analysis :

“The queue outside the church represents the work and social connections of the society you live in. The ‘too gentle’ advice is you accepting you don’t fit into the pattern. The link with your brother -in-law shows you have a desire to travel and leave your present environment but have no definite plans -hence the look of concern on his face.”

I find his dissection of the scenes correct. The interpretation was precise. In anticipation of my desire to return to the big city was a big obstacle for me since I keep on worrying when it would be possible. Since the first lockdown in the country was imposed, I have already spent months in the province. And that’s what I’ve been thinking of. In addition, I really miss travelling inside and outside the country. One trip has already been cancelled due to this virus pandemic.

Tony A. nailed it.

Thank you, Tony A.

–o0o–

Courage…

I tried searching
searching for something
something I don't have

I tried looking 
looking for a thing
something i don't own

I tried claiming
claiming something not mine
words were said but not done

having something to own
but i didn't know i have it
surely,i don't know it

hard times were crossing my path
until my knees were wounded and torn
embracing my will to go on

my face was slapped a hundred times
my back was whipped a hundred more
but i didn't think of death

with cries of agony
i fought back with Hope 
that it will end soon

but my life was hanging
with a tiny thread of chance
little did i know that i still have Strength

i hold on to that strength unknown to me
persevered and endured the pains of a fight

i crossed the inmost depths of ravines
and ignored the ravages of storms
dived the deepest of the ocean floors
survived the horrors of wars 

now i know what i've been searching for
now i know what i'm looking for
now i have the courage of claiming it
it's the COURAGE that was hidden within me  
 
                --o0o--

friends

by : Bacardi Gold
20/july/2020

I have few friends. Befriending anyone demands my feel. A feeling of lightness towards a person may lead to consider opening up a conversation. Physical appearance is insignificant. Through a conversation, my first impression could be partially based and I could gamble for a second plunge.

This is how friend is defined by the dictionary. I took only three significant definitions. I thought that using pictures will further boost what the dictionary says.

It is a noun.

1.a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.

2.a person who gives assistance; patronsupporter

Almost there...give me one more push... #HappyAlert via @Happy Hippo Billy

3.a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile:Who goes there? Friend or foe?

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It is a verb (used with object).

Rare. to befriend.

to add (a person) to one’s list of contacts on a social media website:

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An idiomatic expression of friend.

  1. make friends with, to enter into friendly relations with; become a friend to.

There are many sub-topics about friends that could be discussed. Idioms, quotes, quotations, sayings, poems, and songs could be written about. Its significance could not be ruled out in our everyday undertakings. Its meaning could be put to practice. We could find friends anywhere. And enemies, too. But who needs one. I prefer trustworthy friends rather than bitter enemies. The world would be peaceful with friends. Count on me and let’s make this universe happy.

Friends could be an animal or nature. It doesn’t always mean to be humans. Even beasts could become a sweet friend. In some instances wild animals could be domesticated and eventually adopt our ways and behavior and become our dearest friend.

This is all for now. Be a friend to everybody. It’s worth to be one.

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Inspire Me…

I’m waiting for a spark to strike me to begin a topic of discussion. Something that will ignite my mind and feelings to write. It hasn’t come to me at this moment. Maybe at the stretch of this piece it will come slowly and without my knowledge this writing is finished.

Inspiration ! This is what I am waiting for. Ideas. Feelings. Arousal of my mind. I still can’t advance the continuance of what I am looking for. Maybe I have to concentrate a little more. I have to do away with a little disturbance. But the distraction is making me think deeply enough. Hoping my train of thoughts would not be disturbed and break its continuity. Again, concentrate.

An inspiration is what I need to start coining some phrases and conceiving it as a sentence. Agreeing to what it means needs a little pondering of the mind. Sentence construction is of the essence. Stanzas will be formed as my sentences are grouped to one thought or scene.

Inspire me more !

Express a thought one after another. Write what my mind is reeling at the moment. Continue until it stop. Stoppage gives me the chance to think further to give me more millage. Continue as I begin again to step on the pedal of speed.

Is it time to end? Have my ideas been expressed to the limit? Tenses and others, checked? Did I picture it right about my ideas and views of what I have expressed in my sentences? The whole stanzas? The whole piece? Was it the truth?

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