The Scent (Father’s Perfume)

by : Bacardi Gold
24/sept/2022

Photo by Jos van Ouwerkerk on Pexels.com



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the flowers in the garden
i touched and admired
every blossom smelled like heaven
a beauty to desire

i sniffed all the blooms
to be praised or put to shame
no other but one
has stood out to fame

so i tried to remember
who wore the scent i liked best
it has come to my mind
father’s perfume bested the rest

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Waiting…


by : Bacardi Gold
13/oct/2021

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I remember how it was
waiting for you at any instance
it was always like
a discomfort for me
awaiting cure

waiting for you at any place
was like hell of a trouble
waiting to be solved

you took so long to pop up
at the agreed time and place
i was always the first to be there

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


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Rains…

by : Bacardi Gold
24/may/2021

image by : Ramsey Tendero

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tiny beads of tears
when heaven started to cry
once there was a love
that flowed along the river
glossing sharp edges of life

greetings of hope shone
after the rains dropped its load
roars of streams were heard
were ruins of the past hide
mem’ries were drained by the eyes


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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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