Success…

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by : Bacardi Gold
10/april/2021


i gathered skills
to color my skin
i exerted efforts
to know where to begin

i bathed in the sun
to bake some dirt
i froze in the dawn
to immerse into the hurt

tears and sweat have mixed
as they spilled out from skin
energy and time
ran along my will

thoughts of survival
came spinning on the wheel
busy fingers on the weave
molding a body of steel

“i can do it”
i kept reminding me
searching for the brightest star
the one that’s holding the key

i have reached the core
the heart of the night
the success i was aiming for
was won ’cause i gave the battle a fight…


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Your Silhouette…

by : Bacardi Gold
01/april/2021

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tall grasses have grown on the silent sands
where I used to run after you
but you made it easy for me to catch you
so we could drop together on the sands

how your laughter drowned the boisterous waves
as it kissed the sparkling shore
then the waves have slid back quickly to the sea
and settled to the ocean floor

we had a quick funny swim
as we hurried up not to lose the sun
but as we took our last and final dip
it was long the setting sun was gone

those were the days of our youthful years
fifty beautiful summers of a happy marriage
and as I leave my sight on this beautiful place
now I’m alone reliving our great golden memories

you went ahead of me
but I felt your soul is here with me
the hands of twilight have grown its wings
your silhouette will bring me to where the angels sing

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“I Finished it”

by : Bacardi Gold
11/March/2021

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I was not hungry
I just liked to warm my mouth
with noodles in a cup, instantly

I also made a cup of tea
hot, hot, hot
an after dinner tea

The clock dispersed its own time
1:15 am, tick-tack, tick-tack
FM station was in fairish voice

Go to sleep, said my eyes
My mind foiled the order
Sleep, seconded the yawning mouth

Finish what you’re doing
WordPress tapped my back
It’s a sin to leave the laptop open

So, here it is, my forced labor
A product of backpain and arched vertebrae
with re-re-re-symphonized uresis…

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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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A panacea…

by : Bacardi Gold
27/feb/2021

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i felt the guilt
my page is blanked
no letters, no numbers
just plain white light

tapped the restless keys
in nearly three hours
nothing seemed to stay
all flew away

in between those moments
no story sneaked and buzzed
write anything, even abc
something will be at your door

it was not something, it’s
someone knocked from outside
can i borrow a thousand
the voice from outdoor barged in…

i was stripped of a thousand
like a blocked writer’s block
i became a lender, over stacked
a panacea, the keys worked, it’s luck?…

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Falling stars…

by : Bacardi Gold
25/feb/2021

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stars are twinkling up in the sky
this month when clouds are less and dry
i don’t know why my eyes do cry
when i see some stars falling by

i tried catching them one by one
with my palm, it’s a lot of fun
but i catch nothing, then you’re gone
though you’re near and we’ve just begun

my emotions run wild and free
’cause the stars glide so let it be
lost in the space of destiny
leaving my heart bruised and empty

then one night angels came to me
said one, you come with me, hurry
catch that star, it’s falling on you
she’s back with her heart to renew…

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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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