Poetry by Whisper


Dark & inspirational poems by Whisper

Along with other thoughts and quotes. For a few quick quotes and some crochet inspiration, visit my Dreamcatcher post.


Shattered Glass


Mirror Mirror on the wall
    Brake the glass & bare it all.
Come to me in softer form,
     Shattered glass, blood so warm.
Hardened soul from this life,
    All the pain, all the strife.
Find a way to escape,
    So life can take another shape.

Mirror Mirror, tell me true,
    When I die, do I start new?
What awaits  me when I go?
    Shattered glass, let me know!
Growing dimmer, getting bright,
    Should I go into the light?
Choices I have made before,
    This life I can no more endure.

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
    Show me now before I fall.
Mirror says, leave Heavens door,
    For this pain there is a cure.
Life is better than now it seems,
    Shattered glass & tattered dreams.
Change is coming on the way.
    Mirror tells me, I must stay.

Mirror Mirror seeing all,
    In this life, will I fall?
Choices I have yet to make,
    Don't let me die before I wake,
I want life & all its dreams,
    Even if it's not as it seems.

Mirror Mirror reflect my soul,
    Show me my life & my goals.
Mirror sees what I've been hiding,
    Behind the glass there's someone shining.

~ Whisper (2002)
{aka CWG}





Out on a Limb




Out on  a limb ~ up in a tree
Clear out your mind ~ let it be free
Clear out the clutter
    Deep in your soul
Reach down inside you
    And just ~ let it go
With the baggage you carry
    Its harder to climb
It will weigh you down
    and waste your time
We have to collect it
    Then ~ let it go
'Cause the baggage is garbage
    That wont let you grow ~

~ Whisper (2002)

Thank you for stopping by.

(Whisper ~ aka ~ CWG)





  

Collection of Energy


Collection of energy

        Gathered in a ball.

Force of every living thing

        A speck within it all.

Searching for the answers

        Locked in the mind.

Little fallen soldiers

        Collecting over time.

The answers are within you

        You just have to ask.

Figuring out the questions

        A soldiers hardest task.

Then comes the asking

        & you must let the answers in.

With the questions answered

        The soldier falls again.

Constant destruction

        Nature is her name.

Little fallen soldiers

        Chess pawns in the game.

Collection of energy

        Gathered in a ball.

Each question & every answer

        A speck within it all.


~ Whisper (2002)


Poetry by Whisper

(aka CWG)


Bad Monkey


Bad Monkey

The world is a Jungle & all the cities Zoos
Primates around the world do what their told to do
Breeding ignorance & killing any hope
Independance crap & freedom thats a joke
Political Gorillas pushing Monkeys down
Hired Corporate Apes to push them around
They get in your face, point a finger & they scold
BAD MONKEY! BAD MONKEY! DO WHAT YOUR TOLD!

Tangled in the Jungle, caught up in the maze
Blindly buying in to other Monkey ways
All around the world doing what their told to do
Flocking together, Monkey see, Monkey do
Working long & hard every single day
& still on the bottom Monkey always seems to stay
Then they point a finger & they point & they scold
BAD MONKEY! BAD MONKEY! DO WHAT YOUR TOLD!

~ Whisper
2001
(aka CWG ~ shared Oct 19, 22)





To live a Happy life, You must be Happy

To live a Peaceful life, You must be Peaceful

To live a more Productive life, You must be more Productive

Do you start to see a pattern here?

To live and achieve dreams and desires must start with You.

1.6.23


May 7, 2023




Maintaining the balance in life is the work of an artist of life. Be the artist in your own life.


Leaves of Change



Hello Fall


Goodbye Summer

Don't let the time slip away.
Know you are blessed to have this day.


With every second in every day, our time is spent. 
Days, minutes, seconds; spent, gone, done, and often times forgotten. 
Months, years, days, hours,
Minutes, seconds; gone.
But we have the choice to use our time, our life, wisely.

Be your best you, hold on to your truth, see the good with the bad. 
Be real. Be you. 
Be happy. Be sad.
Know that you are blessed to have that second and every other in the first place.
Be grateful, gracious and kind. 
Be strong, courageous and wise.
Be aware of how you spend your time. 

Thank you for stopping by and sharing your time.

"Feel the new winds of change, on the wings of the night." Pink Floyd, Turning Away

October 31, 2022


September 7, 2023

Quote from Henry Adams

"CHAOS WAS THE LAW OF NATURE;
ORDER WAS THE DREAM OF MAN."



August 29, 2023

This poem is not mine. It was read by Charlie Chaplin in his 70's, and written by Kim and Alison McMillen. Interestingly, because Chaplin read the poem, it was circulated that he had also written it. This was misinformation according to most sources. 

Just goes to show how others and their words affect us, sometimes very falsely.

Words of self wisdom that some may need, or want to hear;

As I begin to Love Myself

As I began to love myself, I understood how much it can offend somebody
As I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time
was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person
was me.  Today, I call it RESPECT.

As I began to love myself, I stopped craving for a different life,
and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow.
Today, I call it MATURITY.

As I began to love myself, I understood that at any circumstance,
I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens
at the exactly right moment.  So I could be calm.
Today, I call it SELF-CONFIDENCE.

As I began to love myself, I quit stealing my own time,
and I stopped designing huge projects for the future.
Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do
and that makes my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in
my own rhythm.  Today, I call it SIMPLICITY.

As I began to love myself, I freed myself of anything that is no good for 
my health - food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew
me down and away from myself.  At first, I called this attitude
a healthy egoism.  Today I know it is LOVE OF ONESELF.

As I began to love myself, I quit trying to always be right, and ever since
I was wrong less of the time.  Today, I discovered that is MODESTY.

As I began to love myself, I refused to go on living in the past and worrying
about the future.  Now, I only live for the moment, where EVERYTHING
is happening.  Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it FULFILLMENT.

As I began to love myself, I recognized that my mind can disturb me
and it can make me sick.  But as I connected it to my heart, my
mind became a valuable ally.  Today, I call this connection WISDOM OF THE HEART.

We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems
with ourselves or others.  Even stars collide, and out of their crashing
new worlds are born.  Today I know that is LIFE!

~~~~~

July 17, 2023


Tear Jerking story I recently read; (source anonymous) 

"Married or not, you should read this....
'When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth.  But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.  But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for a month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on here. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously. I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I sad, I wan't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run upstairs, only to find my wife in the bed-dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through the divorce. __ At least, in the eyes of our son-- I'm a loving husband... The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. If you are not in a relationship now, remember this for the second (or third) time around. It's never too late.

Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.' "



Another quote that is not mine, but a good reminder;
"Train your mind to see the good in everything. 
Positive is a choice.
The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts."
Power of Positivity


Photo  by Cathleen Wake Gorbatenko
'Pale Rainbow Texas Windmill Sky' 10/2023

So, ya....
For those wondering, Whisper is my poetry pen name. Don't ask me why, it just stuck back when I was writing a lot more, and I wanted a pen name, Whisper stuck. aka KittenWhisper ~

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