Tempts me to say…

by : Bacardi Gold
17/jan/2021



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I thought i wouldn’t find and see

All the beautiful things around me

The colorful flowers and butterflies

Living in harmony in paradise



Charming plants provide a kind of heaven

In pretty pots and lovely gardens

Where bees enjoy their flower hopping

Sipping perfume in every morning



Excitement I can no longer hold

I see a beautiful lady glistens like gold

Roses in bloom have the bees in queue

The lady’s smile tempts me to say, “I love you”.


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Two of us…

by : Bacardi Gold
16/jan/2021


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i let go with your own mistakes

a grinning smile is all that it takes

your being mad always pass me by

there’s no use to fight not even a try

you’ve thrown me plates and you’ve missed

but I’ve thrown you back a flying kiss

don’t know why i can’t do a revenge

hugging you is all that i can avenge

hurting me seems to be forever

but it makes my love grow stronger

why this feeling doesn’t get furious

to be mad at you the reasons are obvious

i can’t have anybody and set you free

the two of us anytime will be three…

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My Guitar…

by : Bacardi Gold
16/jan/2021

Photo by Pravesh Chaurasia on Pexels.com

the beaming guitar with tiny rusty strings

slumbered so sad left for years dreaming

like the pains of this once happy heart

lonely ’cause you and i have fallen apart



the kiss that you planted on my cheek

have vanished on my skin so quick

the burning love we shared have charred

and the pain was left inside my heart



once i played this lonely guitar

one string was missing as i look from afar

strumming my pains waiting for someone

to complete the strings and guitar as one



how could we play our music

to bring back the fire of the dying love

i miss the strumming, love of my life

i’m here for you, my future wife…

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My gift is a song for you…

by : Bacardi Gold
14/jan/2021

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I’ll gather all the melodies to hum

From the other places of the world

With tunes so hard to bring into mind

And harmony so tough to build and find


Tiring thoughts have me catch some forty winks

Dream of cherubs and seraphs with heavenly links

They would assist and guide my feeble hands

To write the words and buzz without the bands



This is all I can offer to please you

To dedicate a song meant to caress you

Once this lovely piece is over and done

My heart will sing for you and to everyone



Gather all the kings and queens young and old

Bringing with them some gifts of glaring gold

From palaces and kingdoms in glittering grandeur

Mine is a song with love in splendored millionfold …

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Cold Night’s Sparks…

by : Bacardi Gold
13/jan /2021

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You called my name

in the dead of night

Your retreat was like the ocean

splashed but never reached the shore

Your rowdy waves remained

in the deep of the ocean floor

The rebellious breath you took

was an effortless gasp of endurance

Trying the last lap of the chase

scored and secured the lovely round

As we succumbed to the cold night’s sparks

the vision and promises of dawn awaits…

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I’m Alive…

by : Bacardi Gold
12/jan/2021

Photo by Ric Rodrigues on Pexels.com


thoughts running through my mind

hopes, wishes, reflections, speculations

opinions, beliefs, reviews, judgments

feelings, reactions, and all sorts of concerns

my mind is busy all day long,

with all that mental musings and brainwork

i realized and thankful that I’m alive

God is still very patient with me!


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Chance… I Want It !

by : Bacardi Gold
12/jan/2021

Photo by Chinmay Singh on Pexels.com

dreaming for a chance

anticipating for it

waiting to land on the palm

but didn’t come

maybe it needs a little prayer

that will emanate from the heart

deep enough to commence and claim

I Want It !…

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Dawn of Change

by : Bacardi Gold
10/jan/2021

Photo by Yogendra Singh on Pexels.com

I see an empty bottle floating
One of the many odds and ends
Thrown away without sense of care
Thoughts bothered with decaying fragments

Disconcerted venting the anguish
For a cleaner place unmindful folks don’t heed
Unpolluted and spotless dream is just a wish
Left me screaming my nights to be merited

In a sea of garbage survival is the question
To gain next to us is the next generation
So get the dawn of change an early birth
Cleanliness is a must to save our planet earth…







We can hang on…

by : Bacardi Gold
09/jan/2021

Sunshine, sunshine, bring out the day’s smile
bury the pouting lips for a while
entomb the sadness on your face
and fasten some joy to take its place

Gather some vigor and plant some glee
enliven your eyes to a certain degree
lift those muscles in your face to show
forget the misery let your heart’s bliss to glow

Gloom always come and often takes its toll
one moment we’re happy, next the blue is on call
it’s always a see-saw how our lives go on
for there’s always a god that we can hang on…







Angel from Hell…

by : Bacardi Gold
07/Jan/2021

Photo by Hugo Ceneviva on Pexels.com

Staring from the window of the soul
the eyes of the eagle pricked the heart
dark liquid from the frail unknown body
came rushing out from the eternal truth of pain
Listening from the door of the spirit
the beak of the beacon light dredged out the unexposed
clear senses from the familiar matter
came running in to the deepest lies of relief
Talking loud on the podium of pretense
twisted tongue of the brutal frame of the mind
came lashing out with sharp swords of discourse
pounding the nerves of the foes with heavy pins
Claiming like a victor but bleeds with hateful wounds
heart was yelling , crying and clashed
against the bluffing thoughts
they knew he’s an angel from hell…








Nameless

by : Bacardi Gold
28/Dec/2020

Photo by Sebastiaan Stam on Pexels.com


I can only see you in the night
but you’re not the smoke of the slumberland
that emerges in between the deep of the dark and the lights of dawn

you change faces
but you’re not wearing any powders of colors
only expressions of the heart

you move in different directions
but you’re not the wind
that blows strong and becomes the day’s storm with dangerous character

you become a soldier of your faith
who encourages crowds of non-believers to worship a god
and becomes the first to disobey your god’s teachings and beliefs

who are you
you’re a nameless hero of your time
who comes into view in the modern world of man

tonight i’ll be waiting for you
not in my dreams
not in reality
not in your own truth

your appearance is my want
to embrace the whole of me
and be myself in the vastness of space
’till i return from the perfumed froth of brew…






Interlude

by : Bacardi Gold
26/Dec/2020

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this season’s interlude
of freezing morning spell
awaiting the emerging sun
to paint the sky with colors

the dawn deserves a twilight
chasing a familiar night
waiting to spend a sunny morning
where cold hearts will be warmed

feathered clouds in colored haze
teased the moment with uncertainty
an hour of a pleasant sky hides
sad tears of a bereaved comedy …









Stranger

by : Bacardi Gold
25/Dec/2020

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i am a stranger
an intruder of myself
i have become an alien
to my dawned habits
an immigrant of my dreams

In the nights of my growth
one barely knew me
i became a wanderer
in the palace of my soul
under a different roof

the ages drag me through
in the shelter of saints
where prayers became foods
in every meals of sinners
named me the guest of squatters

no longer a stranger
in the company of reformed
a drifter with wings
ready to take the merits of dignity
i am a resident of my own self…





Plumage


Birds of different kinds
Clothed in feathers of colors
Layers after layers

Can be thick or thin

Feather quills are derived
On empty paper to write
In the olden days of poets
Inked on books inscribed


Thin feather always floats
Where the air’s direction it goes
And when the breeze is unmanned
The feather is destined to land




Colors

by : Bacardi Gold
23/Dec/2020

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Your eyes can see the colors
and the shades of your life
As they walk the journeys
of the days and nights
The advent of the coming storm
and the promises of spring
Colors are awaiting to form
your best decisions could bring…


image from Pinterest


Starfield library, CoEx Mall, Seoul, South Korea

by : Bacardi Gold
21/Dec/2020


We had a chance to visit this mall in Seoul, South Korea and I was in awe and astounded to see this library with high rise shelves for their books. The long table filled with book lovers reading their kind of materials was an extraordinary sight to see inside a mall.

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Weapons of “war”…

by : Bacardi Gold
18/Dec/2020



My nights don’t wish
they only serve choices

My dreams don’t narrate fantasies
they deliver only realities

My realities are my dreams
done in the days where
there are no victims
only conquerors and victors

Who knows how to weave a dream?
a dream liked by the weaver to happen…
then, strength and persistence to succeed
are weapons of war indeed…


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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

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We are meant to be

by : Bacardi Gold
16/Dec/2020


Photo by Vera Arsic on Pexels.com

recounting moments when i was down in dumps
clouds in laze straining the sun
sounds and motions were ultimately restrained
these were the days i bumped the humps

almost shed some precious tears
my heart had roughly stopped beating
facing the time of one of my fears
rule of yours had me emptied hoping

dusts of spats repeatedly emerged
small things became war of words
not you nor i have claimed the fault
your tongue was always the sharpest sword

years were routinely in that troubled ways
unceasingly waited to hear the magic of sorry
won’t let the hurt to crush and outweigh
my love for you was so special to me

through the times you became my strength
i was slumping down when you lifted me so high
believing in myself that this love would be my last
to triumph over discomforts in my battle cry

our life’s shadowed moments have their ends
to cheer our hearts again everyone would envy
streams of these troubled waters have their bends
our love we have kept, ’cause we are meant to be…

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Sunrise of my life

by : Bacardi Gold
12/Dec/2020



maybe you are the dawn
of this entire life
as you begin to show
the signs of the day’s echo

perhaps it will be quick
to await your true colors
to see and hear the secret
the duration of the day’s spirit

truth is at hand of the dawning
the start of a brand new beginning
the birth of a new creation
the rise of the golden sun

now this is the right time
for the truth to be mine
tell me all the hurting secrets
the mystery in your heart’s buckets

let me feel the love i share
let all your closets be bare
is there someone else in your life
that will cause my only strife

let me know, as the sun’s still bright
let me hear, as it shines the blessed light
the sunrise is holding on
’till all of the truth have shone

the innocence of dawn have passed
the wildness of the sun rises fast
the twilight sun not to be blackened by stain
as you and i will be in darkness again…








Pile of Lies

by : Bacardi Gold
11/Dec/2020

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i heard the breeze outside
coming in
as i laid down my body
on a silver screen


drowsiness and fatigue
i was beaten
white smoke embraced me
all of a sudden


drifting dusts of realities
of the olden years
appeared as i succumbed
to a seabed of fantasies


scenes kept on changing
by the minute
softness of the colors darkened
without limit


astounded me as memories
ran the mile
yesterday’s truth was dumped
on the pile of lies



as the dawning light
of the joyous peeping sun
i was awakened by the truth
of how the dream begun…






I have to cry it out…

by : Bacardi Gold
09/Dec/2020

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I have to cry it out
This pain I have inside
I have to empty this heart
Of the burning burden I have

Looking at every moment
Of my every day’s silence
Seems to drown me forever
In the sea of constant surrender

Maybe in this breathing time
I have to cry it out
The sadness, the bitter taste of my life
I have to be free and let my tears cry it out

Chances are there behind
The second time around
My heart will choose the one
Someone whose love will never be gone …


I was wrong to think…

by : Bacardi Gold
08/Dec/2020

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You changed the days into happy ones
The strange ways of looking up the sun
You blew the clouds away from the murky sky
To clear the things up and resist a goodbye

You played your cards so well
Those aces you matched without a yell
You laid them like you’re a topnotch player
Hiding nothing in winter’s cold and in the hot summer

All the while, everybody knows you’re tired of me
The reasons are there for you to believe and see
I thought the love I’ve shown you is enough to love me
I thought you’ve wished a summer breakup and be free

But I was wrong to think that you’re leaving
To let everyone to know that I will be grieving
Yet I’m happy I must admit deep in my heart
You asked me to try again and have a brand new start





Travel – Bonbon beach, Romblon, Philippines

by : Bacardi Gold
27/Nov/2020


This is a sandbar in Bonbon, Romblon. During high tide this part of the sandbar is submerged in water. The island is connected to Bang-og island thru this sandbar which you can walk up to its beach front. Spend an hour on its shore and be on the alert as you would be caught by the high tide on your return walk to Bonbon beach. Tiamban beach and Nunok beach are just next to each other for a continuous calm and refreshing swimming activity.


Disappearing photos on my posts…

26/Nov/2020

This is to inform my readers that several of my posts have missing photos. Please bear with me as I’m recollecting my faculties on how this came to be. I am looking for solutions to restore those missing photos. For the meantime, please enjoy reading other future posts of mine while I’m retrieving the missing photos in my gallery. Likewise, I will be posting entries on a regular basis. Thank you for your continued patronage.

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Quiet Repose

by : Bacardi Gold
25/Nov/2020

Photo by Fabian Wiktor on Pexels.com

Sleepless night
Befriending me
Talking in my mind
Moving like the wind
Whispering in my ears
Building stories for my heart
Darkness with scorching sun
The eyes of dawn closed
To fantasize the realities
Until the light’s curtain drops in quiet repose…




Photography # 49 – Graveyard Beauties

by : Bacardi Gold
21/Nov/2020

Last Nov. 5, 2020, I went to my family’s graveyard and saw these intriguing beautiful flowers giving life to the greens carpeting the land where my members of the family are laid to rest. Prayers were said on their graves and being alone who visited their tombs made a short walk inside the area. Small flowers have grown independently among the bushes.











TERAPIA D’URTO – This is an Adult material (For Adults Only)

IL POZZO PROFONDO

La crisi del settimo anno. Ne avevo sempre sentito parlare, ma viverla fu una cosa diversa, mi resi conto che non era solo un modo di dire.Per essere precisi, sono sposata da sette anni e tre mesi. Io e mio marito ci sposammo per amore, non era solo il raggiungimento di uno status sociale, non era solo perché, come capita a molti, eravamo fidanzati da oltre dieci anni. Ma forse era solo una coincidenza che la nostra crisi sia avvenuta proprio dopo sette anni, non c’era nulla di statistico. Non abbiamo avuto figli, almeno per adesso, ma non demordiamo. Abbiamo consultato molti specialisti del settore e, dopo alcune analisi, è saltato fuori che gli spermatozoi del mio partner sono più lenti della norma. Ora abbiamo smesso di parlarne; affrontare l’argomento ci rende nervosi e lui prende la cosa sul personale, quindi, quando parliamo di concepimento finiamo sempre per litigare. Ma…

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Night Owl …

by : Bacardi Gold
24/Oct/2020




night of life
after the days of glory
it comes unexpectedly
dark times defame

honor and prestige
once they were strengths
if tainted with negatives
they drown in the drains

hold high your self esteem
treat it with high regard
for no one will hold it dear
the value of respect to your character

night owl dressed in white
you are awake during the night
while everyone go asleep
the dark respects your moment to keep …

image : Pinterest

Travel – Biggest Catholic Church Bell in Asia

by : Bacardi Gold
22/Oct/2020

Pan-ay, Capiz :

Old churches in the Philippines have grand and impressive structures made of stones built by the Spaniards. Many has been rebuilt numerous times over the centuries because of wars and natural disasters. They stand as the muted witnesses of the places’ culture and history. Majority of them have been declared as national treasures as they represent the Philippines as the only Catholic nation in Asia.

Along with these old churches, bells have been instruments for spiritual purposes. They were rang to call the faithful to worship, to highlight the climax of a particular stage of a church service, to remind them of God’s presence in their daily lives. Church bells were also used for practical purposes of alerting the faithful of important events and emergencies, such as, fire, end of war, disseminating information over far distances.

During the People Power Revolution of 1986, church bells were rang when President Marcos escaped and departed from the Palace.


The biggest bell in the Philippines measures 7 feet in diameter, 5 feet in height and weighs 10,400 kilos… It is housed at the belfry of Sta. Monica Parish church in Pan-ay, Roxas, Capiz together with the other olden church bells. It is considered as the “Biggest Catholic Church Bell in Asia”.



Through its powerful sound and simplicity in communication, they have become one of the most important influential percussion instruments in the world.


Priesthood…

28/09/2020
by: bacardi gold

courage has seeped inside you

to know the world

many different vices around

mother has prayed for your safety

papa has words for you to bring along

your calling has been answered

look at you, your priesthood call

devils had been angered…


friends

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?

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

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:

Absolute love

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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