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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Now…

by : Bacardi Gold
23/feb/2021

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If i won’t do it
it will be forever within me
If i won’t do it
all of me will become dusts
If i won’t do it now
thoughts will be thoughts
till the end of time
I’m writing now
so reflections of me will remain
and linger on anybody’s cognition
So I will be remembered…
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No load, no burden on his back…

by : Bacardi Gold
17/feb/2021

Photo by vikesh zen on Pexels.com

he smiled at me

opened his palm

walked a few steps towards me



uttered a mouthful of words

as i handed out a twenty peso bill

under his nails the dirt were talking



a blazing smile burst in flames

leaving a sketch of a satisfied being

priceless exhibit of a smile born of a painting



he walked away as his back giggled

with joy in the distance i could tell

his happiness was worth its weight in gold



no load, no burden on his back

just a happy face no room for sadness

like clouds his spirit was lifted



a fool loved by everybody in town

happy go lucky as he is

could i be like him



he’s everybody’s colleague

running errands like a servant

could i be like him



not a single day he wore a frown

not minding how he’ll begin his daily moments

not minding how he’ll end the day’s activities



i could not be him

he could not be me

each has his own destiny…

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Chosen

by : Bacardi Gold
14/feb/2021

Photo by Jacub Gomez on Pexels.com

Time has no limit
encircling characters
to be bold and seen
in thoughts that are crowded
with unfamiliar faces

Sometimes visions
of picking an apple
in the lone orchard
of oranges
appears

Ideas,
of fading mental images
take a flight out
and be lost

Other forms and drafts
melting in the cross roads
of empty infinities
grab attention

A tired mind will drain
which among them
has a bulging chance
of being chosen …

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…what profits a man if he gains the whole world but loses his own soul…

by : Bacardi Gold
13/feb/2021

image: Pinterest

you believed a man could not have a descent life
and can’t pull himself out of his poverty
being poor and one of the millions of the needy
is to live a life that’s simple and happy

you spoke he’s a weak and fragile person
no muscles and can’t bend bars of iron
but he can secure a brighter future
he’s honest and upright with mind so mature

you dared and derided his being
considered him as meek and mean
but what profits a man if he gains the whole world
but loses his own soul
the right relationship with Christ
is all that he should own …

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Could you be my Valentine?

by : Bacardi Gold
11/feb/2021

as i sit alone on my bed
thinking about the days that passed
it’s been three days after we’ve met
felt like three years have already gone past

since the day i asked for your name
your smile was just unforgettable
Angel as you are called by friends
the feeling was just unexplainable

our parting words then, “see you in a week”
but i had hoped it could be sooner and quick
feeling a bit romantic here on my bed
i kissed your number in my CP where i kept

tomorrow is the day for us to meet
ready to go with some cash saved in my pocket
i practiced the lines the way i will greet
should i embrace, shake hands, or offer you a seat

i’ve marked the calendar, Sunday the fourteenth
i’m twenty-one and you’re young at nineteen
can you be my date, please don’t decline
it’s the Day of Hearts, “Could you be my Valentine?”

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