Fibers

by : Bacardi Gold
16/aug/2021

image by : ramsey tendero

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fibers of your present life
intertwine each passing day,
a new design leads to another
different patterns to display

each walk of life that we step on
is an account of greatness we carry on
the summation of its intact finality
is a measure of how we finished with dignity

which path you’ll have to tread
isn’t easy as what it was said
life’s hues may sometimes vary
God’s intended plan you can’t choose any

designs of life reveal its forms
luck is headed to some promised open doors
it’s upon you if you’ll brave the raging storms
or let destiny run its destined usual course…

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Coffee cup…

by : Bacardi Gold
15/aug/2021

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

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This coffee is for me
I made it…

Like my life now
I live it

Others may say
Destiny have fixed it…


I’ve known you
sweet as honey
bees have dropped by
feasted the pollen grains

bees have departed
you endured the hurt
and time was wasted
in cleaning the dirt

gone like summer rains
that never fell
like waters in the river
that has bid farewell

but now, you have reasons to smile
as I am the bee who will reconcile
and I’m here not ready to give up
I feel your lips on the lid
of my coffee cup…


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No load, no burden on his back…

by : Bacardi Gold
17/feb/2021

Photo by vikesh zen on Pexels.com

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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Clock…

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hanging on the wall, noting some leaves of mark
with eyes invisible, staring glances unblock
fixing a stare, making some honey whispers
hissing earnest talk, time is on your fingers

spinning 'round in circles, running 'round the moon
in numbered silent moment, memories shift too soon
retreating a minute's fate, releasing a destiny
dreaming a future's goal, isn't a chance for eternity

grind some grains while they're on your hands
the clock is ticking, the late hour reprimands
the seconds will be late, to catch up the luck
seize the moment, the truth is on the clock... 

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