Cunning

I told her, “I love you!”

She smiled, “you do?”

I said, “yes.”

No less.

I told her, “believe me.”

She said, “we’ll see.”

I asked, “why?”

No, try.

She told me, “prove it!”

I asked, “submit?”

She said, “why not?”

No, but.

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Heads High

A Whisper says:

There’s no shame in defeat,

When you fought valiantly.

In competitions, there will always be a losing side. The victors can celebrate their glory while the vanquished can celebrate their courageous stand.

The American squad, as well as all the eliminated national teams, that provided their best efforts should not go home ashamed. They should be welcomed back like heroes, congratulated for a job done and thanked for representing their countries in a peaceful, worthy cause.

Losing is a humbling experience but not the end of the world. It is a motivation to ponder limitations. It is one reason to persevere. It is an idea to keep a dream alive, that one day can be realized.

To all the players who participated in the World Cup, I thank you. You have taught us the value of sacrifice.

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Will

A Whisper says:

Confront your doubts!

Believe not in failure.

Whenever I try to write myself off from my dream to be published, there are a hundred little voices telling me not to. Sometimes, I have this feeling of being in a middle of a tug of war where the rope is wound around my neck while two contending forces pull hard at each end to win the battle. 🙂

Choked or not, I believe it is a sure indication that I not destined to quitting. I have to get the rope untied and release myself from the hold: the doubts I referred to.

I guess blogging is a major reason I am still tapping keys in front of the computer. The drive is still strong and the push, you wonderful readers give me, provides enough confidence in me to continue what I started.

Validation is what I always strive for. That sounding board is important to weigh my options.

At the other end of the rope is the dark side. Those little voices are yours and I am rooting for you to win. 🙂

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Captive

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A Whisper says:

Freedom is priceless,

After one loses it.

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Compare

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A Whisper says:

Modernity has its creations,

But old ways retain its wonder.

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Soul

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A Whisper says:

Unseen from the outside,

A miracle on the inside.

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Mimic

When I first watched you,

Crowned with long locks,

I knew you’re my idol true,

Amazing, your voice rocks.

Grew my short hair long,

To the barber’s dismay,

So I promised to belong,

As a look-alike if I may.

I rehearsed your song,

I would do it your way,

I wished to be among,

Your ‘equal’ for a day.

I watched your moves,

In the streets, on stage,

I listened to the grooves,

And studied your range.

When your band broke,

My world spun around,

Kind of a deadly stroke,

Dreams fell on the ground.

But, I was revived,

When you went solo,

My hopes survived,

You’re there, hello!

A renewal, the comeback,

Everything’s worth the wait,

Absolutely, I’m star struck,

Yeah, I agree, ‘keep the faith.”

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Pinkies

A Whisper playfully muses:

A weird feeling came over me,

One day when I was under a tree,

I looked at both of you, oh, I see,

You are so cute as ever will be.

But if I have eight fingers only,

Missing you two accidentally,

Would my hands look lovely,

I cannot claim that, certainly.

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Changed

Before:

Younger and free,

Soul of the party,

Responsibility,

Not your cup of tea.

No rules to follow,

Your life shallow,

As if no tomorrow,

Your motto, hollow.

Often, you say:

Eat with relish:

A vegetable dish,

Meat if you wish,

Or fry a lone fish.

Bare hands knew,

Clean fingers on cue,

Hold morsels true,

Mouth waits anew.

Years later:

Your suits, formal,

Your aura, unnatural,

Not the same animal,

Nothing personal.

Got a different talk,

Gone, the old walk,

Your bearing, a hulk,

Movement, a skulk.

.Decorum emphasized,

Utensils made you civilized,

Eating habits sanitized,

Am not surprised.

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Release

Truly, you are wild, untamed,

Just a head over head beast,

Vanity over pride, you’re named,

Uncontrolled to say the least.

Remove me from your clutches,

Let me have humble moments,

Defining my genuine matches,

When modesty deprives laments.

Can I cut you off completely?

I ask but you do not bother,

Cannot turn you off permanently,

I know but I need a breather.

How I wish I could wound you,

And bleed your narcissism dry,

Want to teach you vulnerability,

Surely, I want to give that a try.

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