Author: Bacardi Gold

It's nice to be back writing again in Wordpress.com. I guess my time will provide me space to breath a little and write a little. This unique moment is pressing me to squeeze whatever little thoughts I have in my brain and share them with you. Friends of all colors and beliefs, please support me for this endeavor as we spread friendship and understanding worldwide.

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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