Calendar

by : Bacardi Gold
26/april/2022

image by : ramsey tendero

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i’m staring at you
with inquisitive eyes
stupefied i must say
it’s been a while
that you’ve been hanging
on that flat solid blind wall

writings on some of the numbered days
marked to be brought to mind
my happy smiles are one of a kind
ungodly images nothing can compare
go raining on my dreadful nightmares

notes for the somber bleak moments
checks for the cheerful lively commitments
you never smile or showed any fear
just hanging on there
a new calendar year after year

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Tomorrow

by : Bacardi Gold
02/april/2022

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as i think of my past
my thoughts will drag me
to a time called
when
learn, did i
was there any
to the voices
i listened
mere enjoyment
beyond forgetting
will my tomorrow show up
before me

as days and nights
interweave
has tomorrow
bypassed me
where
does my future hide


is it now…or it will never be


a never ending puzzle
if
tomorrow will be
pleasantly fine or lousy
or the end…

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Recollection

by : Bacardi Gold
30/jan/2022



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echoes of an ecstatic laughter
dressed in worrisome anger
heard in a hundred period of time
impressing the distant destiny

looking for someone
to be the actor of the scene
no one is perfect for the role
settled for a second choice

unfolding drama
failed to give the best
but the trying gave the emotions
worthy of the acts

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Unrealized

by : Bacardi Gold
29/jan/2022


image by : annikaaschberg.wordpress.com

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catch the shadow of your dream
build your castle in thin humid air
assemble an image from your vision
and swallow my likeness into your fantasy

tear off a page from your version of creation
invent the characters of an admirable royalty

as the light shone coming from the sky
the story that about to begin
vanished as your senses ascended
into the heavens reaching the sun
and on earth
interacted with the souls of Men.


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Misjudgments

by : Bacardi Gold
11/jan/2022



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greetings of hellos were ignored
smiles were young not yet matured
eyes became the pit of overflowing tears
drained by the pains of untold troubled years


happy and sad memories kept as i tried to go
leaving behind a heart she cleared to throw
cold nights of summers past dreamed with me
into the empty space finding my sanity

if the time returns duplicating the past
and perform the scenes with the same cast
silently i’ll tell myself not to commit the same
’cause there are misjudgments in every game


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Alone

by : Bacardi Gold
20/dec/2021


image by : ramsey tendero

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me and myself doing my own
separate from all the others, unassisted,
a stag, unescorted individual, an introvert

i know how independent i could be
doing my own thing whenever i want
’cause i know myself best than anyone else

alone by myself in a crowd of thinkers
searching and exploring just myself
will only seat me in the company of my shadow

getting lost in a gang of thousands
still i always get back home to the BEING i love
ALONE by myself, my own leader to my personal goals…


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The age-old tree


by : Bacardi Gold
15/dec/2021

image by : Pinterest



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dry, hard and leafless bald
parched by the scorching daily sun
dehydrated and exhausted through the years
has given up the golden crown
that once was its shining glory

its greens have withstood the power of storms
have fought the torridity of summers
passed the canicular days and defended
the caravans of the deadly heat waves
all have fallen to the ground crisped by age

lived and overwhelmed by a tumultuous era
its past has not been wasted and lost
legions of lives took shelter under its shade
birds have perched on its branches for a hush
small worms and beetles have hungered its touch

its lifeless pile of remains stood bare
keeping in mind its importance i declare
sheltered lives as wood for homes from its carcass
fruits on branches souls it sustained, countless
life’s edge has come being a steadfast witness

as history unfolded
the age-old tree’s existence
will surely be remembered…

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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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Nights #02

by : Bacardi Gold
02/March/2021

Photo by David Egon on Pexels.com



nights are always there
awaiting its moment
to fly its wings and
deliver fortuitous possibilities
and encounter
accidental chances, luck or fortunes



their eyes are open
to witness the deliverance
of dead aspirations,
breathless ambitions
lifeless desires, unpursued passions



nights listen to the minutest
sounds the days’ ears couldn’t hear
and disown …
a resting moment



waiting for my sun
to show up
and clear my own path to tread



my life’s dawn will be over
struggles should be fought and won



twilights await, gears are worn for the next battle I call Nights…

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