by :: Bacardi Gold

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i hear the danger
i see the flames
black clouds from the grounds
writing names to blame

machines roared
buildings destroyed
a place in distress
voices in paranoid

if i am dreaming
please wake me up
let me see my own shadow
taking care of myself

i heeded my screams
my shouts of fear
the hope of survival
was drowning in tears

a war borne in despair
fearful of people near by
a man sitting on his chair
alone, lonely, living in lies


“SHE” – NAPOWRIMO 2015, DAY 20

In every part of the world, domesticated dogs are regarded differently. Although they are considered as pets, dogs have earned an important place in society’s choice of interest as a friend, in view of their characteristics of friendship, protectiveness, affection and most of all, their loyalty to their masters.

This is a poem written and posted on my other site. I’m reblogging this to beat the drums for our dog back in the province. I’m missing her.

Here it is :


she always greets me at the gate

even when i arrive at night a little late

at most, she’s there at the sofa

half asleep, sitting like the master of yoga


she’s always there when i eat

any meal, she craves for some meat

but if given snacks of any kind

she’ll thank me with a smiling look in the eye


when the house is feeling so empty

doors are close, home is silent, like there’s nobody

she’ll sit on my lap with her wet tongue ready

to kiss my palms, begging to be hugged like a baby


so i’ll stand and start the needed reaction

i’ll cuddle and rub her body in any direction

sometimes with what i do she’s not satisfied

i’ll kiss her nose and embrace my darling so tight


until her sleepy eyes dive to the center of dreams

while her legs break apart without any screams

in the morning she wakes ahead of me

“bark, bark,”  good morning oh, my doggie, Lasie…