by : Bacardi Gold
28/april/2022
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i took the chance
but it bit me
i proceeded
but it left me
so i stopped trying
not being me…
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I am…
Category: Free verse
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
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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