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

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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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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…






Daydream…

by : Bacardi Gold
28/Oct/2020

in the calmness of the mind
when time is not innocent to know
where your movement is dependent
on what you want to enact and do

the time frame could be definite
of achieving a fruitful mark
to be or not to be
let your ambition choose your want

daydream, if you may
it’s free and no one will criticize
it is sufficient what you want to be
in the shortest time ever…

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 …

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Castle…

by : Bacardi Gold
11/Oct/2020

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take your wings and fly
to the summit of a cloudy sky
lift your spirit and together you must try
the showers will hide an imminent cry
take your words in flight
when your dreams deny
when the limits of asking is too high
then realization will bring light
it’s time for a change
pick the perfect shade of rays
not the overcast or somber
the one just suited for your sight
not the one that’s very bright
for your dreams will go blind
build your castle on the ground
you can never build it in the air…



The Survivor…

by : bacardi gold
29/09/2020



suffer the daily cries of stress
reactions to praise and hurting pressures
applauds and criticisms for my courage to grow
even on a near – death body
my parent mother craved for the mud below

managed to leaf on my mother’s node
despite her being unkindly strangled
together with other members of my kind
afloat all of our lives on the lake’s water
raft for humans, not knowing to evolve after

but what can leaves of an offspring can do
no soil to give rise of my maturing roots
dripping on the water which i hungered for a land
to see my future nodal buds of my own
giving life to another bamboo, humans have known …

strip us of the strings that bind us without mercy
bring us to the forest where we can thrive freely
or to a soil where a caretaker can keep us trimmed
control our growth, to be small in a pot, we could be decorative
in the forest we could be giants, in a home we could be petite…

-o0o-

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Night through dawn…

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The dark was drenched with rain 
babysitting the mind
Stretched to the adulthood of night 
like a clone walking side by side
Fully grown up in physical description 
bearing his dazzling intellect

The night was quiet 
yet burning was undisclosed
Deep in  consciousness 
adventure was a-brewing  
Flying everywhere 
seeing what's under the wings

Flickering lights below
Gaped with distant eyes 
Waves of scenes brought to the shore
On the sands of timeless future
The past has been written in history
And pages had been read  

Man had been scorned as slaves
Death was the punishment for the braves
Leaders were looked up as gods and goddesses
Their people pushed as pawns 
To win or lose safeguarding their name
Satisfy their egos and silly pride  

The late night has come to dawn
to deliver a new beginning
and listen to a new noise
To witness a fresh milestone 
to become another history
written as a youthful novel of the recent times... 

 
 


 
 

at life’s crossroads…

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he’s not a hefty load
and i cherish it
he lingers on his own grip
acting as the captain of his ship

younger days that slipped away
different paths stood our ways
chosen one was quite a change
contrasting a rugged mountain range

he has chosen a concrete avenue
the extent and end he never knew
easy as it came to be
easy as the road stretched free

but the span of ease has to end that way
unpredictable, so was the time of the heyday
mother had to bid the world goodbye
life in existence money can’t buy

to me, he’s not a burden
as i walk my own way to life
he’s not heavy, he’s a light load
a brother, i can carry him at life’s crossroads…






For us…

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I wonder how to do it
how to do it right
When someone is watching me
every move that I take
If I should hide it
and silently make it
Will you take a notice
and tell the world that I…

Yesterday, you didn’t call me
I was waiting, waiting for a ring
The phone was lonely, lonely
to hear your voice at the other end
Oohhh, now the rain is here
now my world is cold
Please tell me if I should call
and make a note that I…

Forgetting the promise
forgetting the day
forgetting how you should say
“I love you”, “You love me”
Either of the two
will do, for you, for me…for us !

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