Father and son…

by : Bacardi Gold
08/dec/2021

Photo by Public Domain Pictures on Pexels.com

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sleep now my love
leave your worries behind
free your mind of doubts
for tomorrow is a new day
at times graces don’t come in droves
in any form opportunity comes

just in case chances won’t show up
and remain elusive for you to catch
don’t fall into tears and be hopeless
you can tie up the wind and lash the storm
have a good sleep tonight
and i’ll deliver your dream …


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Clouds

by : Bacardi Gold
05/dec/2021

image by : ramsey tendero



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left without a downpour of rain
flew away, far enough my eyes could stare
chased the wind’s course, here and there
like a feather drifted and floated everywhere


flew low on November sky
away just a little nearby
gray as ash wider than a mile
I ran, the hill became an isle


the bright sky, I love the sight
let my hopes and wishes be magnified
into the heavens I wrapped-up this plea
be kinder to us, let nature be…


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Simple Happiness

by : Bacardi Gold
30/nov/2021

Photo by Thgusstavo Santana on Pexels.com

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unexperienced one
complexity of life is still unknown
its unpleasantness under the sun

a child always love to play
though he lacks knowledge about some things
and his ignorance about the world

a candy is happiness to him
under the rain it brings smile on his face
this simple joy fills his emptiness

happiness so simple the child owns
adulthood may claim his stage of innocence
little by little he’ll know the unknowns
a chance to build a life stronger in defense…



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The Beggar – Entry for Eugi’s Weekly prompt (Nov. 25,2021)

by : Bacardi Gold
28/nov/2021

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finding himself with eyes pleading
lying everywhere with no place to go
on pavements cold as the morning snow
resting his soul living with sad memories aglow

different colors walking through him
slippers and shoes made no difference
he watched them move inside of him
no one felt what his hands were begging

he prayed hard that compassion would grow wings
to fly over and shower him not with earthly things
but LOVE is all he needs and everything will follow
to a soul like him a little kindness people will bestow

you don’t see it but he has his thoughts running
if you could hear his heart and read his mind, saying
my brain has too many tabs open” swarming his mind
could somebody close one tab by being kind?

too many questions seeking too many answers
without shelter, it’s a survival to the fittest
how is he going to pass the days in serious hunger
the beggar, a part of society’s essential fiber.

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Shy

by : Bacardi Gold
28/nov/2021

Photo by Oleg Magni on Pexels.com

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i’m too shy to say
even putting it in writing
i can’t directly put into words
dissenting feelings not to hurt

i can’t bring out the No
to a modest and demure loner
if what i hear are words so mellow
maybe the no won’t be at the corner

“i can’t go with you now”
really it’s too hard to say
i just can’t say how
an alibi can go astray



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STARLESS NIGHT

May be you’ll wonder why the sky is starless tonight…

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the stars seem to be hiding 

from my lonely sight tonight

somebody must have hid them

from me to twinkle bright

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or somebody covered my eyes

with clouds so thick so wide

or is it the forthcoming storm

with thunder rolling to form

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or somebody gathered them, put them in a box

intentionally stored them,  put them in stacks

or the Lord did not hang them tonight

so people can see how’s our world without Light

4

but the Lord is unforgetful

for the things He had given

He has a purpose for all His actions

to show to people directions

5

He has the power to take them back

He’ll gather to safety all His flock

and to give what to whom

just like the stars He had broomed

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Writings on the tree barks

by : Bacardi Gold
26/nov/2021


“If you want to experience a forest, mingle among its trees,” writes Michael Wojtech.


Trees have their protective outer covering in their trunks and branches that are colored gray and brown. There are variations in their colors and textures, if you examine it closely.

In the picture, you can see that their skin are carved by sharp objects by tourists who visited Nogas island in the province of Antique, Western Visayas, Philippines. Aren’t the tourists hurting the trees in such a way that they are piercing the tree barks. Leaving their names on trees won’t make them famous.

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Your Time

by : Bacardi Gold
25/nov/2021



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Photo by lalesh aldarwish on Pexels.com


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this time of unbounded worldwide disorder

share a little or some of what you’re worth


or a bit of your time


to be of use for the care and concern


of the unprosperous masses…



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Francesca

by : Bacardi Gold
24/nov/2021

Photo by Pavel Danilyuk on Pexels.com

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i took a unsuspecting glance at her

as i stood facing the wall

deep-seated dimple adorned her face

now sunken as a smile gave the embrace



she looked like Francesca

woman of conviction, woman of courage

a look-alike of a woman i’ve known

a lovely loving mother on the canvas


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Life ( #2 )

by : Bacardi Gold
07/nov/2021

image by : ramsey tendero

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well-kept in the calmness of the mind
rightful pursuits of plots someone has to do
disliked and shunned the bad left them all behind
affairs and episodes you hated as taboo

morally good and humble our lives should be
strange future still unknown of what’s in store
happiness in this world are ours for free
life’s spices not seen as classic folklore


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Sometimes, Empathy


by : Bacardi Gold
01/nov/2021

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com


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sometimes the thought of nothing creeps secretly
when nobody feels the presence
when nobody takes you
as who you are

many times your shadow entertains
can’t ignore your own being
standing and surviving, you pretend
in defiance of negativities

the mind refuses sculptures of clay
fighting an uphill battle processing a nay
building social connection you’ll not lose
empathy is… walking in each other’s shoes


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Mermaid or Snake ?


by : Bacardi Gold
28/oct/2021


Dawal Beach resort
Brgy. Uacon, Candelaria, Zambales
Philippines

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I find this statue very unusual in its form. I thought this was a mermaid, but looking at how the bend at the stomach makes her more of a snake than a mermaid. Her odd and very strange figure is likely that of a carnivorous reptile. Do you agree with me ?

You can find this incredible “being” inside the premises of Dawal beach resort in Zambales, Philippines.

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Life’s a Sea of Risks…


by : Bacardi Gold
27/oct/2021

image by : ramsey tendero



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navigating at a certain speed
cruising fast to overtake the sun
peeping as the horizon bleeds
trying to catch up before it’s gone

like a man desiring for her love
he needs some quick response to win her heart
in the twilight of life he needs to rise above
life’s a sea of risks, chances can tear them apart…



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The Sketch…


by : Bacardi Gold
26/oct/2021


Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com


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the course seems to be so strange
stretched far as the eyes could see
lines full of spiny little thorns
tracing life’s untold painful byways

honeyed path, their moments are sweet
unmindful of those pauperized ones they see on the street
desirous hands ignored not one gold they’ve shared

pretty face, unkind heart,
familiar but not a godly
sketch of a human being

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Then you yourself begin falling like a tear

by : Bacardi Gold
22/oct/2021

Photo by Tomas Anunziata on Pexels.com



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I see the unending horizon from afar
I feel the loneliness that’s far beyond
I don’t know the reason alienating the star
Why is it from me, you’re so very far ?

A line that divides the ocean from the sky
As I get closer, it runs away from my eyes
The nearer I get, the farther the horizon
When do I get warm to your distant emotion ?

I can only see the stars at night
The day seems so envious they’re out of sight
When skies are clear, you choose night to appear
Then you yourself begin falling like a tear

There’s no losing chance for a heart that waits
Time will tell when to open the gates
The far horizon and the stars at night
Into my heart they will all be tied…


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2 Quotes…

by : Bacardi Gold
21/Dec/2020

Photo by Pavel Danilyuk on Pexels.com

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If true stories of infidelity make you shed some tears and discomforts,

Comedy will bring you some crunchy laughs and happy smiles…


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” If life is harsh on me,

i’ll be kinder to other lives…”


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Memories


by : Bacardi Gold
18/oct/2021

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

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when no one else deserves a praise
no one to be cheered about
stare at the wall and a figure will come
remembering what has been spent and done

look back and relive the life
recall those happy memories that made you smile
don’t miss those bitter ones that made you cry
lessons were learned from those times gone by


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Music I Hear…


by : Bacardi Gold
17/oct/2021


there’s music i hear
don’t know where it’s coming from
my hands are tapping the board
look, what have I done

my lips are murmuring
head moving, up, down, left, and right
feet moves forward, backward, and sideward
but i’m not a dance wizard

lay me in a spell
unchain me from the shackles of doubts
free me from mental pressure
lend me a soft closure


chances share me the joy to sing
and for a moment i feel free
like a tree i hide under its shade
where my anguish, hurts and gripes fade…


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Morning…


by : Bacardi Gold
14/oct/2021

Photo by Flo Maderebner on Pexels.com




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morning has risen
inflaming hearts to smile
inspiring faces to grapple with
issues and questions of the day
morning meets worries
obstacles, doubts and puzzles
but unexpectedly they meet,
answers and solutions

lifting someone’s spirit

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Road to infinity


by : Bacardi Gold
14/oct/2021

H654M5 Waverley Cemetery in the Bondi to Coogee walk (Sydney)
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time is running out
beating the clock will not be easy
for the day to come
that i will be me

life will seek the path
where thin air will be in abundance
as i walk the road to infinity
where the necropolis
of the known and unknown souls behave
as i pass and watch them laid in silence.


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Waiting…


by : Bacardi Gold
13/oct/2021

Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com


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I remember how it was
waiting for you at any instance
it was always like
a discomfort for me
awaiting cure

waiting for you at any place
was like hell of a trouble
waiting to be solved

you took so long to pop up
at the agreed time and place
i was always the first to be there

but when your smile breezed in
i was always in heaven
when you hold my hands
and heard you spoke, “Let’s go now”


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I Fall


by : Bacardi Gold
10/oct/2021

Photo by Jess Bailey Designs on Pexels.com
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you look at me in the eyes
then i fall from my seat
then i forgot the lines
the bullet hit the target
i melted right there
and scattered all over
i wanted to roll back
and there you are, the answer


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You will always be


by : Bacardi Gold
09/oct/2021

Photo by Yan Krukov on Pexels.com


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when your voice speaks from nowhere
it echoes in my mind from somewhere
often i hear it so gentle and meek
your soft voice is the tone i always seek

when your heart and mine beat as one
exploding like the sound of a gun
i knew your mind was speaking to me
so i gave myself so easily

but one day my tears were unnoticed
on my pillow i cried the loudest
with my pillow i embraced the tightest

’cause i considered you my best

why did you give me this freedom
i didn’t ask for independence
felt your worth since the welcome
need nothing so far the distance

but you confessed there’s another love
you played it so well thru the years
leaving me here inside of me
you will always be the echo in my ears…



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Haiku #36 – Autumn, Eugi’s Weekly prompt


by : Bacardi Gold
08/oct/2021

image by : Pinpress-Tumbler – nazli990 – Autumn Symphony





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songs born of love’s crib

autumn smiles when notes adrift

time-honored classics

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Cherished Moments


by : Bacardi Gold
08/oct/2021

Photo by Anni Roenkae on Pexels.com

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she changed shelters
carried all her works and dreams
hauled chances were altered
filling the nights with pseudonyms
busy with a child to care
a mother and an all-around teacher
cherished moments are always drained out
precious hours are spent with a golden aim


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Midnights…


by : Bacardi Gold
06/oct/2021

Photo by Scott Webb on Pexels.com



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an empty room
swaying in outer space

a glass wall
where teardrops spill off

a candle lights up
in solitary gloom

how could i break away

from these sensation and restive insights
and fall prey to a judgment
done in midnights…


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Glisten in the Shallows

by : Bacardi Gold
03/oct/2021



as i turn my head here and there
another spot of gift
exchanged greetings …

no one had stayed long enough to endure
the discomfort and injuries of anyone’s feet
nature’s sharp-edged rocks on the stretch

cool and lovely white sands to wade
glisten in the shallows of the distance

hidden under the nippy calm waters

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Incubus…


by : Bacardi Gold
03/oct/2021


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dive into the waters of the murky sky
gather the stars from the bottom of the ocean floor
empty the rivers to run dry
color in oil the flowers drawn in fashion

dream all the nightmares of the night
scatter the scenes in your slumberous sleep

be the knight hero as you snooze back into a trance
at peace with yourself as the soul rests to retire

scribble all the letters in the milky way
far apart they float in senseless drafts of ghosts
clothed in white as you near the gates of the graves
open wide your eyes as you comb your curly ash blond hair…


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awake

by : Bacardi Gold
02/oct/2021

Photo by Mohamed Sarim on Pexels.com

my spirit is awake
finding ways of shaping things
building scenarios
out of a pyramid of words

the sun may be hours away
and a tinged of preparedness
drops the immaturity of ripeness
of doing things right….


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Only One


by : Bacardi Gold
01/oct/2021

Photo by Gursharndeep Singh on Pexels.com

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when all the grasses are taller than me
when all the morning dewdrops become my pool to bathe
should i wonder and be confused about my surroundings
or continue my sleep ’till i find the beginnings

the air that i breath are perfumes in the wind
they float everywhere and go un-destined
if all of it goes a-missing
where would i be find a-living

take me by the hand let’s share the world

we only see a single sun
we only have one place to run
there’s only one Heaven when all is done…


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the night time


by : Bacardi Gold
30/sept/2021

Photo by Faruk Tokluou011flu on Pexels.com


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this is the night time
the almost stoical philosophy
fascinating the hours
of the early dawn

the silent moment
where shadows sometimes hide
in the deepest silence
in the corners of every dream

clouds and smoke billow from the chimney
where yesterday’s bit of fantasy
become a yarn of romance
worn by bodies in love…


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My fresh start…

by : Bacardi Gold
27/sept/2021

Photo by Dziana Hasanbekava on Pexels.com

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i tried to collect some words
i haven’t expressed for months
the attempt was not easy
after the second dose was given

a fresh start for me
as some rusts were beginning to show
the mind that was sharp then
has grown flat, dull and blunt

felt a little sorry for myself
’cause i struggled the change and contrast
but i have strove for more
to do better than my last…

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Covid-19


by : Bacardi Gold
17/sept/2021

Photo by Maksim Goncharenok on Pexels.com


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I’m really sorry I haven’t written any piece for the past weeks.

Last August 04, 2021, I was vaccinated with Sinovac. It was smooth until the second dose on September 01, 2021 was injected on me. Four days later, I got a fever, cough, I lost my sense of smell, appetite. We panicked. “Now, you have Covid19 .” We contacted our family doctor. The message was clear not to be alarmed . My family started sending me foods of my consumption. We were told those symptoms were just side effects of the vaccine.

Two weeks later, I have recovered. Thank you for the prayers.



Thank you so much for staying there with me. Thank you my dear readers ! I Love You !

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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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.

————bacardi gold

Bamboo bridge

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

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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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