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L Aug 27
A girl

A girl with a dream

To see and explore the world

A girl with a fire

A burning passion

For adventure

A girl

A girl looking out her window

Waiting for the day

Her dream will become her reality

One day
Soul trespasser...
You long for splendour...
You are one of those who yearns for one-off occasions to chase after you.
You’re remembering someone’s secret celebration in a place of strange perfection...
A child that partied all night, became their own bartender and private dancer...

That unique hotel’s façade declared adventure...
But now there is a window to a dark wall of desire.
Hungering for some old, solid friend there...
You await their return, and when they do, you’re still lingering... wanting their whispers to declare...
That this room has the very best view and mirror with you in it... For a life that feeds you more than you can chew...

You’ll risk it. Won’t look back on that wardrobe journey... You’ve packed your bags, opened up in a new strange surge of wellbeing.

Cobwebs from years of wild, winding worries – clear –
As the brightest sun discovers you...
On a functional vacation, joining the dots to a person... who no longer needs to fear or hear... or acknowledge you’re there...
Mark Toney Aug 19
“Failure is an option, but fear is not.” —James Cameron


stuff into your wetsuit
******* your BCD
from your regulator take two sips
excited you should be

we’re gonna scuba
       in Aruba
(did you say Cuba?)
I said Aruba

stare at the horizon
big step into the fray
double fist tap o’er your head
shows them you’re ok

we’re gonna scuba
       in Aruba
(did you say Cuba?) No!
I said Aruba

remember safety scuba
PADI rule of thirds a must
never hold your breath
or your lungs will surely bust

we’re gonna scuba (Yeah!)
       in Aruba
(did you say Cuba?) No!
I said Aruba

finally we descend
enchantment ‘neath the waves
turtles, eels, stingrays, sharks
scenes that mankind craves

we’re gonna scuba (Yeah!)
       in Aruba
(did you say Cuba?) No!
I said Aruba

we’re gonna scuba (Yeah!)
       in Aruba
(did you say Cuba?) No!
I said Aruba. Yo!


.~.~.~

Final thoughts in quintuplet couplets:

Water’s calm with clear blue sky
Summertime is nigh


Be sure to check your regulator
You can always thank me later


No more time for any rhyme
Dive five meters to escape the skeeters


If your mortgage is underwater
Are you certified to dive?


Sea Hunt was a favorite show
It’s great to be alive




© 2025 Mark Toney
Rhyme. © 2025 Mark Toney. --While SCUBA is an acronym for Self-Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus, it has evolved into a common word on its own that’s spelled in lowercase letters. —Grammarly
James Cameron’s quote, “Failure is an option, but fear is not,” resonates deeply with scuba divers. —https://www.costaricadiveandsurf.com/best-10-diving-quotes-from-famous-ocean-lovers/
“Skeeters” is Southern-speak (USA) for mosquitoes.
George squeezed through
a gap in the fence one day,
in hope he'd find
a quicker way
to reach his gran's
just outside town,
but what he saw
made him frown,
for where the street
and road should be,
he found a forest
near the sea.
I have a sneaky suspicion I wrote this as the opening to an epic story which, for some reason, I never saw through.  I like poems that tell a story.
Many say Curiosity killed the cat,
When in reality our world is built off it.
Curiosity is the reason we crossed the ocean.
It is the reason we look to the stars.
It is the why we seek to adventure,
To better ourselves as we do.
Curiosity is why we strive for answers.
It is why we understand gravity.
It is the why we read,
The why we draw,
The why we look for more.
Curiosity pushes the boundaries of our world,
While simultaneously writing the rules.
The rules that are then tested by another.
Without Curiosity,
Our world would be stuck.
The Earth would still be flat.
The Sun would still revolve around us,
And the Stars would still be white dots in the sky.
Without Curiosity,
It would still be thought
That wolves howled to the moon
Because it is their lost love.
Those cursed with the soul of a nomad,  
Thrive on the adventure of each new road.  
Fearful of settling at a final destination,  
They steer clear of any stagnation.  
Avoidants are the type they tend to seek,
Hoping this path leads to the ultimate peak.
Steve Nippert Jul 29
As rough and as difficult
life may well be
it's still so deeply beautiful
down in the
philippines

The beauty of the village
might not be apparent
at first glance.
What deters at first
might be the killing
and the nature of a life
dictated by chance.

But once you start accepting,
adapting and reflecting,
you'll notice that it's just
the island way of living.

Nurture nature's native nest,
share what yield the fields have held,
food to feed for feeling folk,
care about your neighbors health.

Live in tune with natures wrath
but don't exceed her measure
stick to filipino paths,
thus warmth and generosity
will provide you with pleasure.

Red Horse Strong for everyone,
Tuba, Tanduay and San Miguel.
Menthols, **** and beetlenut,
you just have to treat us well.

Sabong's not for the soft,
it's difficult to watch.
Roosters duel over
who avoids the cooking ***,
blades fly through the air
and blood adorns
the sand with spots.
The winner stays a champion,
the loser's in a plastic bag, granting us that evenings dinner
and we've just made our money back.

Wet markets aplenty,
with fish you've never seen before.
Smells of seasalt, blood and gore,
mix to form a memory,
akin to sobering melody.

Watch out for the Aswang
and do not break a mirror.
Keep the deadbolt shut at night,
to avoid unpleasant surprises.

The ocean's at your doorstep
and so are the bananas
and the coconuts.

Skinny teens disguised with bandanas,
strapped, riding through the village.
Don't worry they're just cousins,
standing vigil, chasing cops.

Fistfight near the fish ponds,
neither one backs down.
Tilapia watch eagerly
for who'll sink to the ground.

Their brother came by earlier
selling pastries with his friend.
Buy three each for everyone,
your total's fifty cents.

Everywhere there's laughter,
music, sun and food.
Really nothing better
than the filipino mood.
Robert Ippaso Jul 26
At first light trudging through the Arctic Snow,
Is it for thrill or just a Facebook photo show?
As the Arctic wind buffets our flushed face,
The long-awaited walk soon becomes a shambles of a race.
Hands morph to splintered wood, eyebrows deftly freeze,
And yet the brochure promised we’d do this trek with ease.
Soldier on, embrace the frigid grind,
Pray aloud that inner fortitude to find,
Not a sound outside our laden breath,
Every move made with fractured hapless stealth.
But coupled to the cold a streaming sweat,
A larger wager would I not have surely bet,
That a saunter on the glistening Arctic Tundra
Would at most develop the art of soothing Mantra.

Then a booming voice disturbs this quiet introspection,
As the guide engages in frantic group inspection,
His walkie talkie comes suddenly to life,
Stern commands soon wailing shrill with strife.
Bears ahead with teenage cubs in tow,
Keep down, stay low,
Curb the chatter, pretend you’re but a stone,
Form a line, don’t venture out alone;
Rifle’s cocked, don't turn around,
Polar bears don't run - they bound.
Now move backwards, avoid their steely gaze,
Take full advantage of this soaring Polar haze.

Maybe minutes, but seemingly an age,
As we shuffle blindly stage by stumbling stage;
Our Dunkirk - the waiting rubber boats,
Ecstatic for anything that somehow runs and floats.
Back to the ship, sodden and quite sore,
Not to mention frozen to the epicenter of our core,
We huddle around cups of steaming tea,
Sharing stories of all we had to fear and see.
You may well ask, was this the fateful end,
Did we to natures will forlornly yield and bend?

It's true the thought did rather cross our minds,
Fearful of more unscripted scrapes and woeful binds,
However, a good sleep and liquid strength galore,
Did somewhat mollify that sorry shameful score.
For as dawn broke early the next day,
To a person did we in seeming chorus say:
Off we trudge as more adventure waits,
To experience all that Nature's majesty creates,
Our only thought one of craving more,
And so we went, still frozen to our core.
A little story from our recent Arctic trip
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