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The effervescence of the party doesn’t seem to abate,
even when the guests leave one by one,
the psychedelic lights dissolve within fading melody,
the rolling ripples of air clutch the last rhythm.
The dark stillness waiting outside enters inside,
the music in the air never gets forsaken,
as the darkness melts, a stream of umbra flows within,
cascading in the vale of vibrant blankness.
I dance in the captivating cadence of bliss within,
merging with the mesmerizing music of silence,
see the guests return from the dark one by one,
and come to life in times drowned in desolateness.
They sing the song of pulsating quietude,
the essence permeating the resounding void space,
saturates my time of lingering loneliness,
and dances to my music …
the party doesn’t end.
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Posted : December 21, 2020
January 25, 2023
Contest : 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 25
Sponsored by : Mark Toney
Heart throbs with blest love*
powered by life's source
breathing-out gladness
for ready sharing
smiting selfishness...
Chance to do best
with freedom's bliss
I pray toward
fulfillment glow...
By God's grace
my soul does
continue...
Loving
as faith...
works.
*I John 4:7-8 - "Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God; and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. He who does not love does not know God, for God is love."
November 8, 2024
Featured in "Flash Poetry Challenge" of Mark Toney that ended on Tuesday, December 17, 2024.
First biological parents, Adam and Eve
to each other and for one another, they did cleave
created by God with His workmanship* divine
yet, they failed midst human nature’s whine.
First couple in their love’s partnership zest
both resided in great paradise crest
enjoying full blessings’ gain
but soon were banished in pain
when temptation won during their pride’s test.
Adam and Eve established first home on earth
Along first family’s children of precious worth…
Despite domestic conflicts, and relationship’s pleasure
Mankind now thrives since they multiply beyond measure.
*Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.
July 9, 2024
15th place, "Clerimerick Couplets (hybrid form)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 7/21/2024
Our love is like a pothole in the road -
the world goes rushing by, but it remains.
Midst turbulence, a love that’s overflowed,
carved out by harsh conditions, freezing rains.
A rocky base with cracks around the edge,
exposed by a veneer that’s worn too thin,
a fault or failed condition, some allege,
a patch best soon applied with much chagrin...
But I say no, the gravel and the grit
are gems beneath a layer trials expose.
Though ravages of time have had their way,
a beauty to mine eye, they have bestowed.
Our love is like a pothole plain to see,
a never-tiring joy to splash with glee.
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 23 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 2/12/2022
We're blessed with gifts of words that sing a song,
their melody through ears flows to the soul.
Through reading come the thoughts in silent ways;
but spoken words can make the meaning whole.
As soft and loud inflections rise and fall
the feeling fills the air with language art.
The imagery is stronger as words paint
descriptions that come deep from poet's heart.
The spoken word for poetry brings forth
those nuances that may be missed through eyes
when reading words placed on a screen or page;
the voice is more prepared to aggrandize
the feelings and emotions there, instilled
in written words that come from soul and heart.
The spoken word, our gift, has paved the way
for poetry to be a spoken art.
Now audio, a medium that we
just take for granted in our modern times,
will help to put one right inside the scene
when poet speaks the metaphors and rhymes.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 1
Sponsored By Mark Toney
Judged: 12/21/2018
~4th Place~
For Early February 2018 Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Judged: 02/14/2018
you stare ...
wink, and walk over to me
leaving your circle of admirers in disbelief
sullied manner, (and skin), of a Magdaline
prospect, differently indifferent
(a vestal view of Heaven)
faultless form, lulling the room with your sway
smile dressed in coral bows, blossomed
I say hello ... (hello back)
then stumble like a boy over the shape of your words
locution, sound, meaning - adrift
lost to the roiling sweep of new portent and sensation
pounding heart thrums my bones
coursing fevered arteries …
thoughts, a dervish of combustible ideas
bewitched - transfixed and hungry
and no focus but those bows -
the dewy fruits that frame your lilt smile, dancing hypnotically
curling, closing, pouting, pursing …
toying with each other, (and with my core)
o'er a glistening white chiclet expanse
speaking to me more of temptation and taste
than whatever words may be forming
(or whatever sound may be tangled in the air between us)
intonations I can NOT hear
for sake of what has become my sole pursuit
a crave, singular -
my adventure, sublime ...
your kiss.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 12" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
Soul-moving, heart-touching fabrics
of a canvas-like existence
forming vacuum bubbles of Absoluteness.
Breathless
Life resurrected into quantum pieces
Taking breaths; raining Selflessness
Shocking to awareness,
forming to Feel.
Forming to Live
Breathing to understand;
being breathless to allow self
to live a life
IN Understanding
of a painted, and cried out,
Purpose.
Alleviate "Me".
Watch it unfold
In Breathlessness
of its vast structure
through the Realization
..that there is none..
[2022-07-28, 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 10 Poetry Contest, Mark Toney]
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 6 Poetry Contest// Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Contest Judged: 8/13/2025 9:42:00 AM
( 7th Place )
Written: August 10, 2025
I run the miles deep within,
a subdued race, an unspoken intent,
devoid of spectators-- no finish line,
just breath and heart, both entwined.
The shades lengthen along my path
but still a soft dawn finds its way turning into gray.
Stage by stage a tale, flaw, and goal,
rushing, steady flow.
The road stretches far, but I endure—
a counterfeit concealed, strong and pure.
through storms that howl, nights that weep,
I keep the pace, I am awake.
With each mile that challenges my thoughts,
I find a surprising wellspring of strength.
not in the roar or triumphant--
but in the stillness, I transformed!
A marathoner not of feet,
but of the unflinching heartbeat,
so when the world drifts apart,
I run the internal reach.
Adoring God, I exalt* His name
As the Creator Who’s immutably the same
Along His resplendent holiness’ fame
Around brightening majestic flame
Amidst my assured salvation-claim!!!
Attentive to God, I extol His sovereignty
As the Leader Who exercises supreme authority
Along His infallible wisdom’s infinity
Around unending ages toward eternity
Amidst my heaven-sealed security!!!
Asserting about God, I experience His presence
As the Guide Who delights in truth’s essence
Along His steadfast Word’s influence
Around sanctifying righteousness-prevalence
Amidst my strengthened faith’s persistence!!!
Approved by God, I exult His glory
As the Master Who triumphs over sinfulness’ misery
Along His timely miracles’ victory
Around perfecting dealings of divine territory
Amidst my joy in declaring the Gospel story!!!
*Psalm 34:3 O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together.
August 24, 2018
9th place, "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 11" Premiere Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 1/17/2019.
How shall I count the time? Shall it be days?
Night’s hopes die yearning, restless for the next.
A measure of this sort, if one obeys,
Leads short and certain to a crossroad vexed.
Or shall I count by months the time and tide?
Will February rise and fall so soon?
Inexorable march, one’s patience tried;
Will lions turn to lambs inopportune?
Hope springs forth new, now melting icy powers.
For man’s time, not his own, is what perturbs,
Best seasoned by the passing of sweet hours,
By Kairos, the most fragrant of the herbs.
Oh Lord, I won’t be anxious, for it’s true:
A promised room prepared; my home's in you.
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for the 2022 Marathon Mile 9 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written 02/01/2022