Haiku #33 – Journey, Eugi’s Weekly prompt

by : Bacardi Gold
03/sept/2021

Photo by Schubu00ebrt Schu2019neider on Pexels.com

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calmness of the mind


peaceful Journey of the heart


is my Paradise…



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Grand old Adam and Eve

by : Bacardi Gold
02/sept/2021

image by : depositphotos – pinterest


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should i start to write
without a pen in my hand
should i speak the words
about love that’s grand

it isn’t simple to start
a story that has slipped away
i nearly forgot it all
the love i once had before

it was in my blooming youth
when everything was fun
salad days were oozingly smooth
after class was the solid truth

we’ve set our times to meet
an hour there on the busy street
together our eyes would translate
we were seated on a late lunch date

and togetherness wasn’t enough
we let our decision to be so tough
a room we paid was a mistake
a miracle of love was passionately made

episodes of chances burned our desires
emitting smoke that sent signals of fire
but we’re strong to carry on the fight
’till we have children to see our nights

now messing around with our lovely grand kids
still riding the waves of joy waiting to recede
love has been kind and fair to us
as we become the grand old Adam and Eve..



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Rains

by : Bacardi Gold
30/aug/2021

Photo by Tobias Bju00f8rkli on Pexels.com

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it’s almost night
though the sun is high
a plethora of dark clouds
seems too fast to multiply

rumblings in the somber sky
like bowling balls in rapid roll
on a wooden lane lucky to strike
all ten pins with all your might

then the sky put on the weeps
letting go all the tears it could keep
into rivers and streams catching the loose
plants and trees enjoy ringing the blues…

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Name of the game

by : Bacardi Gold
30/aug/2021

Photo by George Milton on Pexels.com

Tried so hard to find the words
to fit in the line of what i thought
it tired my eyes bearing the huge efforts
so you could feel the struggle of what i sought

Stories in my mind i let them go
strewn into paper i laid them down
to grow a plot and let it flow
how rainbow colors became a crown

Poets of the old had their thoughts free
the younger minds write so differently
old and young talents sometimes agree
identical scenes are acted unusually

There are times some had it wrong
when thoughts are similar they feel it’s cloned
birth of mistrust they chose to defame
Envy is the name of the game …


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Roses

by : Bacardi Gold
28/aug/2021

Photo by Ju00c9SHOOTS on Pexels.com

Flowers
gathered from the garden
red washed
roses, wished by Juliets to hold
as Romeos gift of gold

the choice of flower
favored by most
cherished by a few
beloved by lovers young and old

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Haiku #32 – Purple Moon – Eugi’s weekly prompt

by : Bacardi Gold
27/aug/2021

image from : Pinterest

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what a lovely night

remembering the moment

purple moon’s romance


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Why ?

by : Bacardi Gold
25/aug/2021



Too many stars glitter up in the sky
i don’t know which of them watch me by
too many reasons came to my surprise
which is the answer to my question why

The moon is up and tomorrow it’s gone
it’s in the horizon, next day, the twilight sun
in the night, it’s back over my head
not shining in full, only half instead

It snows in the mountains, hills, and plains
sand dunes in the desert, not visited by rain
in the tropics, the seasons are wet and dry
i’m puzzled, do they have the same sky?

I really wonder, why we have an earth

so many people die, so many giving birth
traditions, colors, and beliefs unfamiliar
please explain, my stars, why there are wars

I have to say, “Goodnight, Stars of the Night”
i need to sleep, tell the world not to fight
hoping that in my gentle and placid retire
tomorrow is a reality of a story justified…


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When my breath was through…

by : Bacardi Gold
22/aug/2021

Photo by Valeria Boltneva on Pexels.com

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i saw dazzling colors, radiantly blazed
teased those sweet perfume, from where i can’t retraced
swirling clouds of smoke, spied through the wooden room
fire of lighted candles danced, as i was being groomed

down on the rectangular, frosty mattress
laid a small white pillow, cushioned under my head
cold, spiritless and empty mind, were solemnly calm
with body so stiff, without any hint of warmth

lavish cool showers, beg to continue
butterflies waited, for new buds to queue
as they bloomed fully, to its best bouquet
they became my bed, when my breath was through

when worms have feasted, all of my flesh
bared bones can no longer feel, kisses in hundreds
need your prayers, songs, and flowers in bloom
scents of lighted candles, over my tomb

i fear nothing, alone in the dark
my spirit all the time, it is my guard
hallelujah, angels old and young, singing,
to heaven, take the stairway, nothing to bring…

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Eyes…

by : Bacardi Gold
17/aug/2021

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look into my eyes
are they full of heartaches
or overflowing with love

do you see the tears in hiding
between my mind
and this caressing heart

look into my being
i have a soul to care
fastened to my prayers

lead my sight into
does it see only the near

or farther and beyond

how you rely upon me
taking all of these at face value
pushing aside trust as an issue

you know what all of these mean
the echoes you have in mind
are what my eyes clearly define…


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Photography – Iloilo city, Philippines, #02

by : Bacardi Gold
16/aug/2021

One of the buildings at Iloilo Business Park
Iloilo City Hall
Fort San Pedro
Fil. – Chinese Friendship Arch
Eusebio Villanueva Bldg., formerly, International Hotel
Visitors of Dinagyang Festival ( Ati-atihan Fest )
The Arroyo Fountain
St. Clements Catholic church, La Paz district
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Fibers

by : Bacardi Gold
16/aug/2021

image by : ramsey tendero

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fibers of your present life
intertwine each passing day,
a new design leads to another
different patterns to display

each walk of life that we step on
is an account of greatness we carry on
the summation of its intact finality
is a measure of how we finished with dignity

which path you’ll have to tread
isn’t easy as what it was said
life’s hues may sometimes vary
God’s intended plan you can’t choose any

designs of life reveal its forms
luck is headed to some promised open doors
it’s upon you if you’ll brave the raging storms
or let destiny run its destined usual course…


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Coffee cup…

by : Bacardi Gold
15/aug/2021


Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

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This coffee is for me
I made it…

Like my life now
I live it

Others may say
Destiny have fixed it…


I’ve known you
sweet as honey
bees have dropped by
feasted the pollen grains

bees have departed
you endured the hurt
and time was wasted
in cleaning the dirt

gone like summer rains
that never fell
like waters in the river
that has bid farewell

but now, you have reasons to smile
as I am the bee who will reconcile
and I’m here not ready to give up
I feel your lips on the lid

of my coffee cup…


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Sidetracked…

by : Bacardi Gold
13/aug/2021


Photo by Siva Seshappan on Pexels.com


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i hear what’s left behind the wall
voices of thoughts in the annals of history
colorful as they go, gently fade and fall
from the shaken leaves of charred antiquity

golden recollection glitters with fire
imprisoned by the scorching heat of desire
hot quill and boiling ink in dipping stance
to write and sculpt budding minds of the young

in time the world will know
how it was being caged like a slave
in a time when roads laid with iron thorns
way to adore a king with ivory horns

suppressed rights no longer act what’s free
afraid to talk against a king of mystery
appropriately termed him a monkey dictator
his every word done in shades of color…

generations of life slipped through the canvas
trampled people’s rights remained harassed
hearts and minds that constantly bleed
Freedom, sidetracked by ill power and greed…


like a bird made captive by a man
sad and lonely guarded with a gun…

love in the wild, happy being free
jubilant and playful, living on a tree…



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the dogs…

by : Bacardi Gold
10/aug/2021


Photo by Thijs van der Weide on Pexels.com

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i hear the dogs bark
as i sit on my bed
i wonder if they have slept well

then i hear nothing
breaking the holy hour of five
are they being fed?

i see the dogs fighting
as i gaze out of the window
i’m wrong, they are playing…


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There in the loneliness…

by : Bacardi Gold
10/aug/2021

Photo by James Wheeler on Pexels.com


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in the heart of the afterglow
when no one hoped for a beautiful rainbow
aloofness of the framing dark
could set the mood of the proverbial spark

we’ve met in a place by chance
our eyes didn’t expect a second glance
heard a heart that beats in the distance
so i took it all at once


greetings were as warm as summer
her smile tossed some colored magical glitters
it solicited enough courage to go a bit near
so i could hear the sweet voice of an angel

names were exchange at one another
excited faces shone in every corner
nothing could stop the exchange of sweet nothings
nothing could wrap up our hearts that’s unfolding

kisses that were kept inside my being
secretly flew out of my mind burning
embraces made by my enveloping eyes
never enacted by my arms as cold as ice

yet we felt vibrations as she touched me
excitedly melted when we explored our bodies
there in the loneliness of my dreamy thoughts
the sun awarded me a lot of overslept frauds…


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Believe in His mercy…

by : Bacardi Gold
07/aug/2021


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image by : ramsey tendero

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To be lost in the dark
leaving a hundred different marks
got confused if it’s true or not
dried tears on my face, it’s a lot

I know what it means
to be scorned in my dreams
got worried so it seems
it’s so real and so extreme

Crying is not the way to be free
the future waits and it’s not ours to see
prayers can help what we want to be
have faith in Him, believe in His mercy


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Tears in the sky…

by : Bacardi Gold
06/aug/2021


Photo by Frank Cone on Pexels.com


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Look at me
in search of a star
there in your eyes

I can see
a tear in your smile
when words are goodbyes

All the things i do
you embrace it too
but changes fall by

so this is the time
we both realized
that stars are tears in the sky…


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For a while…

by : Bacardi Gold
06/aug/2021


Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

The night has started keeping its sounds
until the hours of dawn
then silence will be disturbed for a while
by the noises of the day’s active moments,
its rowdy state.
By night, speechlessness of sounds will once
again let loose its curtains to keep activities
from sights and ears.

Photography – Iloilo City, Philippines in pictures, the years back…

by : Bacardi Gold
02/aug/2021

These pictures were taken several years back.

Fort San Pedro
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Museo Iloilo
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Casa Elizalde building
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Iznart St. Iloilo city
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Fort San Pedro
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Dinagyang Festival
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You, Mirror

by : Bacardi Gold
01/aug/2021




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everyday i see you hanging on the wall
like the eyes of night guarding moments at the hall
being a spectator in my daily life
you didn’t seem to mind
in the spell of silence, radiating fright

got scared when i passed by you last night
bright stroke of light came in from outside
i felt the quivers of my bones
as my mind deciphered impending overtones

it might be an illusion
when the ghost suddenly appeared
i heard myself screaming

as i saw myself with a different face
but i took time looking at you
i realized the ghost was me
scaring myself out of a mirror
faked by the moment into a horror

sometimes our lives may get into tears
as we cower ourselves in some fears
we can’t be weak in every scene
strength is derived from faith and felt from within


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Prophecy

by : Bacardi Gold
01/aug/2021


Photo by Adam Kontor on Pexels.com

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i’ll bring the past with me
and fly it across the clouds
i ‘ll gather enough dark pigments
and drop them into the sea
the salt of the deep blue ocean
will dissolve the aerial impurities
and into the floor of the azure waters
my past will be forgotten but repeated
in a hundred years more in another place
another time, to different people…


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Could you ?

by : Bacardi Gold
31/july/2021

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com


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when there’s no one i could turn to
when there’s no one i could trust
gone is the shoulder i could lay my head on
could i ask you to stay when there’s none ?

before i could lose my mind
before i forget what’s divine
my image could lose its importance
i ask, could you give me one more chance ?

one needs each other
to support each other’s dream
and to quote, “no one is an island”
could you lend me a helping hand ?


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This is our song…

by : Bacardi Gold
30/july/2021


Photo by Skitterphoto on Pexels.com



you’ve met me in someone else’s night
you were beaming with something so light
not in my dreams when i was asleep
nighttime became the dawn at your grip

your story ran as you moved fast on foot
to catch the shadow of the picture that’s mute
no words were spoken and i never understood
but you’ve shown a face humble in magnitude

words were spinning ’round my mind
notes were reeling right places to find
tunes were descriptive of what you feel
this is the song you’ll have to hear

while the orchestra is playing
this heart will never stop burning
as the flames of love will come along
sing with me, this is our song !

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It’s raining again

by : Bacardi Gold
29/july/2021

Photo by Sam Lion on Pexels.com


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it’s raining again
all my pillows are drenched in pain
in my bedroom, in the kitchen
my thoughts are raining in chain

bring all the clouds down
so i can see the sun again
and in the night of my hurting
i can see the moon passing
running in my dreams

just touch me
just feel my skin
and i’ll be raining again
with LOVE, with LOVE

catch me warm with your embrace
kiss my lips, make me ablaze
strip me bare and celebrate
in time the rain will fall again with LOVE…


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The Fruition

by : Bacardi Gold
29/july/2021

image by : ramsey tendero – Olango island’s wildlife, Cebu, Philippines


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when i forget the time
i think no more of the past
i live in the current life
doing the things that i must
my future waits somehow
the fruition of good seeds and deeds
what i have planted today
are my pillars of tomorrow
that will secure my being

a picture of yesterday…

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The day…

by : Bacardi Gold
27/july/2021


image by : Iligan city – ramsey tendero

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i never know the image of the sun at night
behind those clouds i know it is shining bright
all throughout my life it’s there since i was born
God explains why roses bloom among the thorns

rainbows appear when the sky showers against the sun
with the brightness of day, a beautiful bridge is done
but what fun could it give to those whose truths are blind
who can only hear the beauty hidden from behind

i hear the river growls and runs in heavy storms
downstream it goes bombarding rocks and stones
the land dampens as tears pour from heaven
’till the cold embraces me feeling your presence…

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Tellers…

by : Bacardi Gold
27/july/2021


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image from : Pinterest

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deposited a bundle of truth
fifty thousand when counted
in a bank where tellers
look like a bunch of demons
next day i returned
deposited a thousand lies
tellers have changed looks
to olden angels without skies
three days after
i brought ten piggy banks
ten thousand honest coins
infant tellers have joined the ranks


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the night sleeps

by : Bacardi Gold
26/july/2021


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Photo by Alex Fu on Pexels.com

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the ears of night always listen
to the screams and cheers
of the changes

the stillness and calmness
of the dark will lay witness
of its mutation

night, the deeper you sleep
the finer you are heard
as you drift unhindered to the ears

night, oh night,
dawn awaits your unforeseen image
to test the ingress routines…


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Paradise found

by : Bacardi Gold
21/july/2021



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Photo by Gabriela Palai on Pexels.com


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i don’t mean to tread what’s in the cards
unveiling a scene at the doors of fantasy
seems to float on the stream of fallacy
this won’t hold water, be jolly and holy

roads i know not where they lead
downhill and the other is up so steep
shutting eyes to what’s in front of me
clueless, the road appears endless and free

downhill hike is a deadly choice of all forms
where it ends, the sea cooks the birth of storms
horrendous waves crash, blasting rocks in minutes
trekking the devil’s road of anthills in the infinite

held my head up near the dark clouds
razor-sharp marble road winding on mountain tops
people at ease whiling hours of motionless
grasping some air for the much needed rest

right before me is the road i have ignored
unruffled, composed, and silently obscured
gardens of flowers, trees, and birds abound
papa and mama waving at paradise’ found…


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Waiting for heavy eyes

by : Bacardi Gold
25/july/2021



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sometimes i dream, sometimes i don't
my early sleep drives dreams away...
Photo by Fiona Art on Pexels.com

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sometimes i dream, sometimes i don’t
my early sleep drives dreams away
if late it means that i’ll prepare
’cause i’m sure i’ll meet my nightmare

at times, not too early, not too late to sleep
i’ll do the counting, one to a hundred sheep
too many, too long, waiting for heavy eyes
so i count mosquitoes biting, and the running mice.


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With These hands…

by : Bacardi Gold
24/july/2021

image by: ramsey tendero – Lake Sebu, South Cotabato, Philippines

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With these bare hands that i have
memoirs will take center stage
words coming out from different heads
story lines queue with different threads

sad and happy thoughts of yester years
threads of life sewn with sweat and tears
colors of different hues and various shades
form part of the fabric that these hands made

writing in any form with my worn out hands
from the deepest feels of mind’s silhouette hinterlands
painful cries of tired difficult moments
sweet smiles on great and easy days
they won’t be forgotten, with these hands…

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Let it be…

by : Bacardi Gold
24/july/2021

Photo by Frank Cone on Pexels.com

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you want something to happen to be true
with anticipation you cherish a desire
you are expecting something with confidence
to happen in one’s life, circumstances or events
something positive is being expected
what if the outcome turns out negative
would you still hope for the best?
or just let life find its own course

and let it be

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Wonder of wonders…

by : Bacardi Gold
23/july/2021

Photo by Rezha-fahlevi on Pexels.com


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why do i shatter to pieces
when you stand before me
tremble with the highest intensity
as your eyes meet mine

wrapping my saintly celestial mind
with your diabolical stare
thoughts are often forgotten,
speechless, you left me behind

lost then gone in the traffic of anonymity

left to decay in the scraps of impossibility
no one has cared for the messy state
i’m here abandoned acting to be brave

in one unexpected time and place
surprisingly we met again face to face
i held my composure at the center of the isle
you offered a hand shake with sweet lovely smile

cold as ice when our hands met halfway
as you grip mine i melted right away
but you let go of my hand in seconds past
wonder of wonders, we embraced to last…


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A brand new kind of LOVE…

by : Bacardi Gold
23/july/2021

Photo by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels.com

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I touched the shadow of your soul
i was stirred up by an emotion
i tried to calm the senses
the soul defied the grant
how can i appease a soul
enraged by a fiery pain
how can a troubled heart
bring smiles into an old rotten stain
i thought of bringing back
sunshine into your life
a new start where there is forgiveness
a new life where there is a brand new kind of LOVE…

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Black & White art

by : Bacardi Gold
20/july/2021



Sophistication
the breath to any space it brings
bright hues or lean
balances out
the monochromatic fashion style
perfect as an adornment
classic or modern


but whatever it bears
this form of art conveys
the hands that gave life
and brought into sight
his name will be etched
into our mind



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Dream the dream…

by : Bacardi Gold
20/july/2021


Photo by Katerina Holmes on Pexels.com

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Come with me and let’s fly
let’s circle the world with our wings
Take me in your dreams
i’ll make you my queen
Together we’ll live in a castle
and i’ll be your king

Tonight let’s make it happen
to be the man and woman
A family for us to raise
with God for us to praise
Let’s build a kingdom of our own
no one should ever replace you on your throne

Together as the night is still awake
let our kingdom come
Together let us soar to the sky
and reach the summit of eternity
Let’s dream the dream
and make this a reality…


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If you won’t come…

by : Bacardi Gold
19/july/2021

Photo by Leigh Patrick on Pexels.com

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Tonight, as I close my eyes
i’ll forget about my fears
i’ll send them to the clouds
and let the rains fall as tears

And when the morning comes
i’ll let the flowers bloom
to its brightest colors
and drive away my gloom

I’ve been missing you
for sometime my love
I will be at the entrance door
to give my heartfelt welcome kiss

But if you won’t come
to be back in my embrace
i’ll give you back the flowers
and a cup of my tears…


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Travel/Photography – Aroroy, Masbate, Philippines

by : Bacardi Gold
18/july/2021


From Masbate city, it took us 1 hour to reach Aroroy by van which has its terminal at the port. We were supposed to proceed to Bugui Point for the lighthouse but, unfortunately there were no more boats that would transport us to the northern part of Masbate which will take an hour for the travel. We settled for a decision to just spend our time in the nearby vicinity and its immediate environs for, tomorrow we will proceed to the municipality of Mandaun in the southern portion of Masbate, which means that we would be back in the city on that same day. So, here are the photos of Aroroy and its immediate vicinage.


Aroroy, Masbate is a first class municipality bounded on the North by the Masbate Pass, to the East by the municipality of Baleno, to the West by the Sibuyan Sea and to the South by the municipalities of Milagros and Mandaun.

Aroroy has a total land are of 44,040 hectares or 440.40 square kilometers that covers 41 barangays.


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My Tea

by : Bacardi Gold
17/july/2021

Photo by Mareefe on Pexels.com

i took a cup
from a box i got a sachet of tea
an alternate for my coffee

i dropped it into the cup
filled it with water, hot
down i lifted and then up

the water got brown
but waited for some time
till it’s less hot but more than warm

sipped, sipped, sipped
sipped, sipped, sipped
’till there’s no more to sip
then, its gone…

FRIENDSHIP

by : Bacardi Gold
17/july/2021

I penned this poem years ago and, today, I feel that posting it here would disperse my own idea and description about what I have grasped and explored friendship through the years.

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

FRIENDSHIP



i am not him and he’s not me
i have my own personal identity
to some issues we both don’t agree
sometimes we’re friends, sometimes enemies

on occasions he’s my buddy
he’s unique in his own distinct way
he’s trekking his unknown destiny
his sincerity i don’t have to weigh.

in size i maybe small
but i can offer a bigger heart
friendship, our rapport to call
needs the other when one of us fall.

in society we stand differently
rich or poor we can find harmony
where or when, solidarity can spring
this FRIENDSHIP be one that’s lasting…


—–by : bacardi gold/rhums/rams /


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The start of day…

by : Bacardi Gold
16/july/202
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Photo by Quang Nguyen Vinh on Pexels.com


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how it begins, sometimes i wonder
when do i consider the start of day
with the sun’s rays scorching the clay ?
or the first tweets of the birds at play ?

crows of the chickens wake me up
cries of a baby lead me to get up
the engine of the car that grinds
or the day’s grilling of our minds

at what time should a day begin ?
when there’s banging of ladles and pots in our kitchens?
what should define the day’s beginning ?
is it by the dawn’s slow sun’s rays bursting ?

characterized in ancient times by a sunrise
the beginning was ended in sunset’s light,
the advancing evening was not a disguise
God’s defined day, is the process of daylight becoming night…

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