At the horizon…

Maybe the island at the horizon is more peaceful. If I get there, I’ll know the answer. So, I have to reach for my dream.

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Haiku #37 – Nightfall

by : Bacardi Gold19/oct/20221 _______________nightfall has arrivedspreading darkness in silenceto spruce up nightmares ________________

Memories

…don’t miss those bitter ones that made you cry
lessons were learned from those times gone by

Music I Hear…

…and for a moment i feel free
like a tree i hide under its shade
where my anguish, hurts and gripes fade…

Morning…

morning meets worries
obstacles, doubts and puzzles
but unexpectedly they meet,
answers and solutions…

Road to infinity

as i walk the road to infinity
where the necropolis
of the known and unknown souls behave…

Waiting…

i was always in heaven
when you hold my hands
and heard you spoke, “Let’s go now”.

Inspire Me…

I’m waiting for a spark to strike me to begin a topic of discussion. Something that will ignite my mind and feelings to write. It hasn’t come to me at this moment. Maybe at the stretch of this piece it will come slowly and without my knowledge this writing is finished.

Inspiration ! This is what I am waiting for. Ideas. Feelings. Arousal of my mind. I still can’t advance the continuance of what I am looking for. Maybe I have to concentrate a little more. I have to do away with a little disturbance. But the distraction is making me think deeply enough. Hoping my train of thoughts would not be disturbed and break its continuity. Again, concentrate.

An inspiration is what I need to start coining some phrases and conceiving it as a sentence. Agreeing to what it means needs a little pondering of the mind. Sentence construction is of the essence. Stanzas will be formed as my sentences are grouped to one thought or scene.

Inspire me more !

Express a thought one after another. Write what my mind is reeling at the moment. Continue until it stop. Stoppage gives me the chance to think further to give me more millage. Continue as I begin again to step on the pedal of speed.

Is it time to end? Have my ideas been expressed to the limit? Tenses and others, checked? Did I picture it right about my ideas and views of what I have expressed in my sentences? The whole stanzas? The whole piece? Was it the truth?

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Let me begin with…

I find it hard to start writing an article right now. My mind just don’t function well. I’m looking for an inspiration for my consciousness to start grinding words to take off from my dusty brain. I just can’t begin a sensible and familiar topic to talk about. So, I’ve made up my mind to just copy paste one of my works from my previous wordpress website. I made a little correction along the way while reviewing it. It’s a poem for children.

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THE BALLOON, AND THE CHILD’S WISH

he tossed a balloon into the air

it flew up as he made a blank stare

it went up, up, up, and then away

until it hid behind the clouds of gray

he wondered what has happened to it

when it continued to soar like a fighter jet

would it reach Heaven and be on the list

as one of the angels that ever exist

when would it come down and land on the lawn

would it take time just before the break of dawn

would it still be round and clean and without dirt

or would it be full of craters like the moon of the earth

he didn’t know the answer so he did just wait

he’ll be there at the window to rest its fate

did it reach Heaven, did St. Peter made a plea

he just wished and said,  “His Rooster will bring it back to me…”

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I’m caught in a lockdown…

Photo by Andrew Neel on Pexels.com

by : Bacardi Gold
11/Jul/2020

Enduring the boredom of staying at home makes it a hell on earth. Its been four months since I left Manila to visit my 94 year-old mother in the province and it felt like I’m a sloth in the middle of the forest climbing trees after trees in slomo. Disengaging myself from my daily routine within the active and fast city time and keeping in touch with the slow and idle moments of provincial time meant loosing track of the days in a week. Instead, I was chasing a loitering day and a choking night.

Within 4 months, I’ve gone to the city 3 times only because of the quarantine periods and other regulations pertaining to the lockdowns. Joining the uneasiness of driving are the checkpoints which made me feel on the verge of wilting a little.

Longing for home ? Yes. And I’m missing my home in Manila. I can’t help but think about the physical condition of my house. It might be very dirty already. The stink of the stray felines’ feces in the garage could be overpowering. The stench of cockroaches in the kitchen. The dusty floor may already be colored smog. Maybe the rats made the engine of my car their home. And the mosquitoes had multiplied a hundredfold.

How many months more can I travel and be back to Manila? Reports have been made public about flights being canceled, re-booked and canceled again. People have been flowing to the airport but flights have been called off. Some flights have not been confirmed. Some have waited for months and made the airport their temporary home and shelter.

But what’s the fuzz all about? Oh! COVID-19 is wiping the population dry if a solution could not be found in the earliest time possible. This Wuhan virus could kill us all.

Pls. click this to read more…
https://trianglewritesphil.wordpress.com/2020/10/01/feeling-the-grip/

QUOTES/QUOTATIONS – Living the best in life…

Life has its twists and turns. Whatever is the twist in your life just continue living and take the chance for the better and overcome the odds that’s on your way. Believe in yourself that you can make it. Change for the betterment of yourself.

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