Zero.

by : Bacardi Gold
31/aug/2022

Photo by Laura Tancredi on Pexels.com


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It’s been an hour
sitting on a chair
doing nothing.
I have cheered myself up
by making funny faces
in front of the mirror
but nothing has changed.

I remained dumb
and looking stupid
beside an electric fan
which looked more stupid than me
’cause it won’t work
even when my fingers
have hardly pressed its knob.

Though how much force
I pressed my pen on my paper
nothing has entered my mind
to start a sentence.
Zero.

So I made some deliberation
trying to exploit the limits
how far it can go
back to another time
of my childhood days.
But it went kaput.


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Heirs of this land…

by : Bacardi Gold
17/aug/2022

Photo by Ramsey Tendero
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I’d like to hear tunes of smiles
I ‘ll let them float in the free air
Our tears will remain within our eyes
Not a single one will fall to dry

Songs of hope permeating elsewhere
Loud shouts of people with shaken anger
Hurting heart beating for precious freedom
Death will awaken Hope as the ultimate sum

With my pen in hand in search of light
The dream is within our nearest sight
We will be heirs of this land, yours and mine
No enemy will conquer and pass this borderline


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Chances…


by : Bacardi Gold
03/april/2021


failing to catch the spark that first aroused
no pen has marked the sounds of its whims
one by one it got lost and cannot be redeemed

then the stretch of sand slowly vanished
from the little inspiration of sparkling white
it seeped out from the glass bowl of imagery

then a mountain of marble rolled down
in place of the white sanded vision
no one remembered the multicolored illusion

minutes descended from the hour
without a decisive revealing conclusion
nothing was written, the chances just passed away…

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