Haiku # 40 – The moment…

by : Bacardi Gold
20/april/2022

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music is afloat

recapturing innocence

unruffled moment


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Universe – Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt, harmony (Tanka)

by : Bacardi Gold
15/jan/2022


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in the universe

music, color, and order


an abstract painting


a rat race animation


Lord, let there be harmony”.


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My Guitar…

by : Bacardi Gold
16/jan/2021

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the beaming guitar with tiny rusty strings

slumbered so sad left for years dreaming

like the pains of this once happy heart

lonely ’cause you and i have fallen apart



the kiss that you planted on my cheek

have vanished on my skin so quick

the burning love we shared have charred

and the pain was left inside my heart



once i played this lonely guitar

one string was missing as i look from afar

strumming my pains waiting for someone

to complete the strings and guitar as one



how could we play our music

to bring back the fire of the dying love

i miss the strumming, love of my life

i’m here for you, my future wife…

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I Heard Music, A Different kind…

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My fingers kept tapping the keys
I would begin, stop, begin again
My mind would dictate what I write
The sentences would not be right
But I continued to tap the keys 
And I heard slow music escaping 
the sharpness of my consciousness
The sleepy me, now tapping the keys
With one finger like dipping into a sauce
'Till I dropped my head on the table
losing consciousness but, I heard music
A different kind, but soft........
So soft I got drowned into it until a hand
Tapped my back and a voice got into my ear,

"You're in Heaven My son. You had
a heart attack and didn't survived."
I didn't survive? How come? But I heard you
talking to me. We're talking to each other.
Besides, I'm too young to... to be attacked 
by a....heart attack? But I'm not bulging fat, 
I'm so thin and too young to be dead!
"My son, wake up! You're late!" Late, what?
"It's your funeral, wake up and get yourself
ready.You'll have to be in your coffin in an
hour.The priest is coming." 

How would I end this story? I'm so sleepy.
I better transfer to my bed than here at the
table. Hhmmm. I can sleep soundly on my bed.
I better go to sleep now. I'll dream
the ending of my dream...story..... BBzzzzz!