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Love's Silence

To count the ways, I dare to comprehend
such finite love defined in written line,
for quantity shall never find an end 
to love that lets infinity define.
A Summer’s day, to love shall not compare,
though shines to bathe your beauty in its light,
and as it wanes, waits breathlessly to share
the passion of a sultry Summer’s night. 

To laureates and bards of metaphor,
each scribbled phrase, I bid them credit due,
but all their words and phrases heretofore
can ne'er describe this love I have for you.
When words fall short and poetry departs,
love's silence fills the cockles of our hearts.

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Temporal Shades

In temporal shades of pastel hue
abides a subject on debut.
Upon his brow the pencil bled,
sketching life through words unsaid,
etching strife through hints of blue.
  I softly let the lines imbue
then gaze upon its stoic view.
His pose portrays the life he led 
in temporal shades.
  Each stroke unveils, in form anew,
the toll within a world askew,
one weary soul, one tangled thread,
sketching life through words unsaid
to simply do what artists do
in temporal shades.


6-5-22

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Seashells

                    ~ The sun washed sands along the beach
                    hid ocean gifts in drifting swells
                    and tides would wash within my reach
                    a bounty of abandoned shells.

                    I'd walked those shores in search of all
                    the endless wonders I would find,
                    collecting trinkets, I recall,
                    held by the shifting sands of time.

                    My endless search unveiled the realm
                    of nautilus and scallop shells
                    and sand pails soon were overwhelmed
                    with countless finds and fishy tales.

                    Time moved on and I’ve since found
                    that search continues in my mind
                    and still those eager thoughts abound
                    with all the treasures I could find.

                   Those youthful days on sandy shores
                   seemed endless in the summer haze
                   and in my mind I still explore
                   those seashell thoughts of younger

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I Died

As blood was drawn, the rills of scarlet dripped
to fill the calamus with crimson brine,
and from the wound, I penned each fated line
in livid verse that bled to tortured script.
The blood turned black as letters spilled in rage
and with each word I begged this ire to still,
but anguished tears imbued the feathered quill
as bitter prose congealed upon the page.

Though memories indulged with sweet delight,
your indiscretions tempered not with time.
When selfish want consents to carnal sin,
the heart that breaks will fester in despite. 
And as my blood ran dry in sanguine rhyme, 
the passion ceased and thus, I died within. 


4-8-23

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Stem of Thorns

~ Her love abloom fell blinded in the bliss
of one thought gentle in its callow prime,
and if she felt one inkling of amiss,
a thwarted tempest may have been in time.
   As love became a storm within the boil,
her naïve virtue veered into his path,
those sweet delusions flailed within the toil,
encumbering the fault for wielded wrath.
   Her timid screams, ensnared within his throes,
fell silent as a veil of hush adorns.
When petals wilt within the pallid rose,
its beauty dies upon a stem of thorns.
     Bewildered tears fall from an angel’s eyes
         when death becomes a lover in disguise.

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The Coffee Shoppe

As scented air aroused my misty mind, 
a shadow broke the early morning Sun,
aromas wafting from the morning’s grind,
assured the senses morning had begun.

I felt an airy presence from afar.
Unnerved, I sought some comfort in my joe
when then appeared this early morning star 
with beauty that would set the dawn aglow.

She passed with nonchalance and without glance, 
and as I gaped, she simply stared astray,
her exit, with a whim and fickle prance, 
fanned arrogance that whisked my breath away.

I contemplated thoughts of giving chase
though in a haze I let her slip away,
but like the Sun, this path she may retrace
and destiny could pass again my way.

And as the morning’s essence ebbed and waned, 
her image kept returning o’er again,
the vision twisted aimlessly in vain
as sunrise caused her beauty to transcend.

I finalized my mundane morning rite 
then pondered how its remnants would unfold,
and knew… that I had seen the Morning’s Light 
and hoped once more its beauty I’d behold.

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A Quiet Fury

A quiet fury gathered on Horizon’s distant side.
Its merciless intensity was destined to collide
with unsuspecting entities entombed beneath the ground
all huddled ‘neath a canopy, immune to earthly sound.

The timbered crown held steady 'till it met the tempest thrust.
Though some were felled by Heaven’s flogging, others stood the gust.
Malevolent gray shadows rolled and tumbled in the toil
as ominous dark nimbostratus stewed within the boil.

The sky peeled open wide releasing terrifying might
as spears of jagged lightning were unleashed upon the night.
A bolt was hurled from heaven and it found its mark below,
within the silent forest stood one massive tree aglow.

Barbs of lightning pierced its trunk and blew the shards of bark
into arrays of shrapnel as it ripped its limbs apart.
Then torrent rains began to pour upon its ravaged frame
to calm the rage sent from above, extinguishing the flame.

Those mighty winds have faded to a whisper once again,
the Sun returns its solace as it beams across the land.
The silent calm of morning is restored by breaking dawn.
For now the quiet fury from the Heavens has withdrawn.


Host:  Mark Toney
Marathon Contest mile 25
1-19-2020

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The Tranquil Sea

When dormant skies command the winds to blow
amidst the tides where sailing vessels dwell,
the tranquil sea will soon become a foe.

Within the bluster, flailing in its throe,
the wanton keels reel wildly in the swell
when dormant skies command the winds to blow.

With sails avast, all front the undertow,
and when those silent surging ebbs rebel,
the tranquil sea will soon become a foe.

All reap its wrath when brutal waves bestow
their cresting crowns the pressing winds impel,
when dormant skies command the winds to blow.

And when those timbers shiver to-and-fro
while creaks and quivers groan within the well,
the tranquil sea will soon become a foe.

All heed the signs that let a sailor know
when heaven shares the omens that will tell
when dormant skies command the winds to blow,
the tranquil sea will soon become a foe.


Host:  Mark Toney
Marathon Contest Mile 11
8-3-2022

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A Warrior's Prayer

~ Prepare my sons, a reckoning portends
in magnitude that quells our force at hand.
Lay low thy heads and pray the lance extends
beyond the sword thine enemies command.
  Pray not to fear, for fear is but a chain
that fetters dread and shackles in disgrace.
Pray wounds from battle levy no disdain,
and in His name, let dying be with grace.
  When death befalls, let valor lie in state
then gallantly release thy mortal strife,
pray heaven’s arms shall lead us to His gate 
to lend our souls to everlasting life.  
    Behold the fury, face this foe as one,
      for glory waits beyond the rising sun.

9-10-2020
Mark Toney
Marathon Contest 5

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Summer's Boil

Those days of prime 'neath skies of apple wine,
transformed infatuation into hope,
while nights of Spring, beneath the stars divine,
inspired two vernal lovers to elope.
  When fervor waned and solstice peaked the sky,
those days were singed and weathered in the broil,
their days of Spring soon seared and withered dry
as ruddy skies were bleached in Summer's boil.
   But as the fervid pace began to slow
and swelter chilled beneath an Autumn glaze,
their golden embers kindled to a glow
as tempered hearts redeemed their youthful ways.
    The rage of Summer simmers to a hush
         when Autumn paints the sky a golden blush.



6-15-22