Plumage


Birds of different kinds
Clothed in feathers of colors
Layers after layers

Can be thick or thin

Feather quills are derived
On empty paper to write
In the olden days of poets
Inked on books inscribed


Thin feather always floats
Where the air’s direction it goes
And when the breeze is unmanned
The feather is destined to land




Colors

by : Bacardi Gold
23/Dec/2020

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Your eyes can see the colors
and the shades of your life
As they walk the journeys
of the days and nights
The advent of the coming storm
and the promises of spring
Colors are awaiting to form
your best decisions could bring…


image from Pinterest


Pile of Lies

by : Bacardi Gold
11/Dec/2020

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

i heard the breeze outside
coming in
as i laid down my body
on a silver screen


drowsiness and fatigue
i was beaten
white smoke embraced me
all of a sudden


drifting dusts of realities
of the olden years
appeared as i succumbed
to a seabed of fantasies


scenes kept on changing
by the minute
softness of the colors darkened
without limit


astounded me as memories
ran the mile
yesterday’s truth was dumped
on the pile of lies



as the dawning light
of the joyous peeping sun
i was awakened by the truth
of how the dream begun…