Nights #02

by : Bacardi Gold
02/March/2021

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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

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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

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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

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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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She’s Female

by : Bacardi Gold
09/feb/2021

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she’s female, a woman
a wife, a sister, a lover
a sweetheart, a mistress
a girlfriend, a teacher

a politician, a doctor
an actress, a driver
a writer, a blogger
a criminal, a prostitute

a nun, a servant
a musician, a singer
a chef, a banker
a grandma, a mother

whoever she is,
she’s independent in her judgment or action
she has always been her own woman
capable of bearing offspring
our lives began with her and her man

she’s called a WOMAN by designation preferred by most modern female adults, the standard parallel to man
and a LADY as the term of approval and the term of courtesy in the sense of a “polite, refined woman”

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Treasures…

by : Bacardi Gold
08/feb/2021

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start burning the trash
they’re all scattered in my brain
sweep them all and make a funeral pyre to start
soon, i will be free with those beautiful treasures of evil thoughts…

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thoughts !

by : Bacardi Gold
06/feb/2021

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the space is not limited to one

a million or more thoughts move in circles

everyone feeds one another

the second language emanates from the hearts

thoughts of one expand

spread around the globe

and consumed by the mind …

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Anger…

by : Bacardi Gold
06/feb/2021

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“Just read the letters

An opinion snafu was given

This is not a classroom

Don’t be a teacher

I am not your student

This is not heaven

This is hell

Sing your own song

Write your own lyrics

Do the accompaniment

Then sell it on the radio…“

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