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Quote: A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
John Burroughs
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Inspired by life’s goals, winners are intuitively aware,
A loss is but a steppingstone, not a reason to despair;
Again and again, with certitude they play the game,
For triumph, they envision, is written in every name.
They never seek to blame others, for own mistakes,
Instead, they course-correct, averting heart-breaks,
Re-learning, deep in introspection, as they re-assess;
Ameliorating ways of failures, reaching for success.
When life is perturbed in adversities, they fear not,
Cognizant~ anything worthwhile must be hard-fought;
Summoning conquering ways, every failure taught,
To attain ultimate milestone, reveries of victory sought.
They accept, they advance, when things go wrong,
Strumming theme winsome, emanating from life’s song,
Echoing a pledge revered, treasured for quite long;
Avowing~ to them, the reigns of future shall belong.
Dreams of passion, dreams coveted, refuse to die,
For resolutely their objectives, driven believers vie;
Until triumphantly, bells-elated, of success chime,
Trumping sad sighs of failures, defeated over time.
Expanses are tomorrow's territory
Horizons amplified by my wing span
Strength developed in feather tapestry
Shifting locale afforded with agile plan
Ocean's edge sends mayhem forceful
Detected slipstream among punishment
Aids spread winged hunt for salty morsels
Harmony on coast's cantankerous currents
Silver seaside high tide grasses kindly submit
Myriad of scurried meals by beak sting stilled
Sharp penetration permits energy replenished
Distant destination found rewards strong will
Emitted persistence, rhythmic ritual circle
Swirled arcs shrill remarks of dominance
Prevailing patient weathered fellow eagles
Declare stubborn intentions of prominance
Gathered sighting innately demands I pitch in
Tightly packed muscles drive flight equipment
Evolution necessitates expiring weak specimen
Keen eyed females favour winners' enrichment
Tormenting mountain draws crazed tenacious
Rugged random avalanche presents no threat
Closer to our Maker, my meditation spacious
Challenge breeds sage old age can't forget
Hundred mile distant haven spied by astute
Richer realms' conquer deem fear redundant
Headed to adventure, potential not obscured
Tough trend upwards, spiralling triumphant
The paths of bricks and stones surround my city life
Cold of winter could not touch me still on the Cheragi Hill
No smoldering or bonfire I need here to warm my skin
Less time I watch TV program, not fond of the world soccer
Last night I passed my time listening the great Nusrat Fateh Ali khan
This morning my sight is captivated by- “No more the football legend”
Golden days were in the evergreen leaf of football history
Magical legs ran on the green mid field for the FIFA cup
World cup of 1986 knew best this 10th number jersey magician
Astonished all were in his outstanding playing performance
One of the ever-greatest crown players of the world he was
Now staying rest in peace cause of the blocked coronary arteries
O God, let him live in Your merciful garden,
Let his eternal soul be the sign of Your peace
-26.11.2020 Chattogram
***Note***
Tribute to Diego Armando Maradona (October 30, 1960-November 25, 2020) was an Argentine professional football player and manager. Widely regarded as one of the greatest players of all time, he was one of the two joint winners of the FIFA Player of the 20th Century award.
Written By: D. Collins 1/7/26
It doesn't matter how powerful a military is.
When there is nothing left to take or give.
Militaries will perish just like the rest of us.
Only then, will they find they weren't that tough.
There'll be no democracies or political gains.
Only remnant leftovers of the nuclear rain.
When superpowers feel they have nothing to lose.
The launching of all nukes will be the thing to do.
There will be no winners left around to brag.
Just an atmosphere of contaminated gas.
Even hiding in bunkers should be abundantly clear.
That you cannot come out for thousands of years.
As I reflect on nature's ways,
a struggle goes on for winners to display.
And for those who are beat,
life is lost in utter defeat.
A predator and it's prey,
as the aggressor will display.
Both living in harmony and trust,
only killing when they must.
Predators can be victims in the game,
while higher orders make their claim.
Two creatures both deadly still,
neither will move, both ready for the kill.
Looking each other in the eye,
both in wait, as they lie.
Getting ready for the strike,
playing a waiting game, but both alike.
Tension hangs heavily in the air,
Both deeply frozen within the stare.
both locked in a deadly game,
One victor, one loser will make it's deadly claim.
Well I did some today.' I know this cause
In older by a day.? Hmm..Now i missed
Breakfast.' So can't say whether it would
Have been (good or bad?) Yet i have an
Empty feeling, maybe could that be a plus.? If so
I should be glad.' I think I might be thinner.?
Yet not (waisting away) so that seems I've achived
Quite the two opposltes..I'm now inclined to say, If i could go way back further.? Or foreward?? I could
Always check the winners..So some advice
To you Tom Woody..Be aware there could be sinners.' Who won't give out the information yet have had more than three
Dinners.' You won't tell by their bellys, or any other sign.' I know it would be helpfull in the cause of saving money ' if thats why
You put this contest up, I could think that its funny? A way to get the info on how to cheat in time.' And forget the science plod
As a matter of course, if you ask my horse?
He'll guess its par for the course.' Just make sure the burgers arn't part-sourced in any equine history.'
From a leg that was once hind.'
At the Preakness, horses race;
The crowd is quite excited.
After winners are declared,
Observers are invited
To witness a tradition
Which, since nineteen hundred nine
Has been special to all racing fans
And cool in its design.
See, atop the Members’ Clubhouse,
A historic weather vane
Of a horse and jockey waits there
For the colors it will claim.
Lawrence Jones, the current painter
(At his job since ‘88)
Climbs a ladder to the cupola
To bring things up to date.
He applies the owner’s colors,
Which the winning jockey’s worn,
On the weather vane to show the world
A champion’s been born.
So today, for Cloud Computing,
(That’s the winning horse’s name)
Red and white have just been painted,
Horse and owner’s claim to fame.
The 6th and 9th have come and gone though none have taken note
that faraway, on those two days, an instant blazing blast
had vaporized morality. A bygone anecdote?
It seems such tales are best forgot and buried in the past.
But nonetheless, one must confess, the odds are highest now
that might and means have globalized the final battle field,
such that the victors also lose and perish anyhow.
The rulers in their zeal decide these facts be best concealed.
The warriors bit by bit rearm, their foes to nullify,
with strategies for victories where winners will prevail,
rejecting thoughts of compromise (though nukes are standing by!).
Yet still its grimly obvious that all will finally fail.
Beware you wide-eyed simpletons that follow, with the herd,
the drumbeat of the profiteers that draws us down this path
with prophesies of glory days and other things absurd.
Instead the skies above will burn, the only aftermath.
When the team was supposed to be resting for the next game in the Regional Championships. We rented e scooters to make our trip worth it
The feeling of the torn off handle bar slamming against my palm as I jump the curb with a 30lbs hunk of metal.
Two wheeled vehicles becoming the staple of our extracurricular endeavors.
Some afternoons we even got our assistant coach to go on rides with us incase we ever needed an alibi down the road
Boba and Smoothie shops were his go to.
Until our starting midfielder tried to do a wheelie with our acai bowls losing two in the process
When we were supposed to be resting for the next game in the National Championship
One night we while trying to network ourselves to colleges we ended up at a Boise State dorm
Trying to explain to local students that we couldn't join them in going to the frat next door was very challenging at the time
In the early morning we went on a joyride to eventually be chased by local security guards after passing them at an unreasonable speed
Bangin up our starting defenders knee in the process
The night after winning said tournament
We went to the market to get snacks
Only to decide to host a poker tournament in of our hotel rooms with the team nextdoor
Lets just say the night ended with more I owe you’s than big winners
The roar of the crowd, a deafening sound,
As helmets collide on hallowed ground.
But whispers arise, a cynical plea,
"Is victory real, or just make-believe?"
Like headlines that spin, a truth half-concealed,
Or storylines scripted, emotions revealed,
The gridiron's drama, some claim it's a show,
A pre-ordained dance, where the winners all know.
The quarterback's pass, a perfectly flighted arc,
Or a fumble recovered, leaving its mark.
Are these moments genuine, raw and untamed,
Or puppets on strings, in a carefully planned game?
The news it may bend, to an agenda's sway,
And wrestlers perform, their roles they portray.
But the sweat and the tears, the grueling long grind,
For athletes who strive, a different truth you'll find.
Though doubts may persist, and shadows remain,
The passion they bring, can't be purely feigned.
For the love of the game, in hearts burning bright,
Ignites the true spirit, and fuels the good fight.