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We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life.
"Failures, repeated failures, are finger posts on the road to achievement.
One fails forward toward success."

C. S. Lewis



"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen:
not only because I see it,
but because by it I see everything else."

C. S. Lewis




“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can.”

J.R.R. Tolkien



“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

J.R.R. Tolkien












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February 25, 2018 at 12:50am
February 25, 2018 at 12:50am
#929424
start with little sight
cloud upon the ground doth rest
cold and clammy mist


by Jay O'Toole
on February 25th, 2018



February 24, 2018 at 4:06pm
February 24, 2018 at 4:06pm
#929405
southern sun blazes
warm as days in june, july
snow came just last month


by Jay O'Toole
on February 24th, 2018



February 23, 2018 at 12:26am
February 23, 2018 at 12:26am
#929336
respite in the night
quiet lights and gentle breeze
hope restored is blest


by Jay O'Toole
on February 23rd, 2018



February 22, 2018 at 12:55am
February 22, 2018 at 12:55am
#929295
beautiful night sky
light so bright it's almost day
man just smiles at you


by Jay O'Toole
on February 22nd, 2018



February 21, 2018 at 12:02am
February 21, 2018 at 12:02am
#929242
floating down, so still
angel is quite near to me
more than nature's seen


by Jay O'Toole
on February 21st, 2018



February 20, 2018 at 1:25am
February 20, 2018 at 1:25am
#929197
With all the creaking in my bones
It shows a terrible night's sleep.
This rattle, krattle thus intones,
"Mind's marbles prattle make me weep!"

They say a princess barks a wish
As fawning servants swoon and moan,
But how remove they clanging dish
Of screeching muscles, banging bones?

Creaky, Squeaky, Urk and Urk,
Wood is splitting, metal scrapes.
Sploshy bed, au might just work,
If urp me not from seasick shakes.

But still invaders scream me, "OW!"
Though minuscule my stomach, "Oomph!"
Please scratch through ev'ry inch somehow
To give my back more restful roomf.

What slapstick tale of dreaming Whams!
Who Thocked the door so fully tilt?
Who'll help the princess, groaning ma'am?
Callooh? Callay? Or will she wilt?

When fin'lly found the little pea
That suffered bones to Sock and Creak,
The princess roared, "What smash I'll thee!
And slap thy face from cheek to cheek!"

Whence comes this grov'ling, retching tome
Of punching, biffing, wordy bangs?
We wrench not neck from mirror roam!
The shrilly thoughts we screaming sang!

The answer's in the genre, "D'oh!"
I really wouldn't want ta be ya,
If answer you don't quickly know.
It's really onomatopoeia!


by Jay O'Toole
on February 20th, 2018



February 19, 2018 at 12:21am
February 19, 2018 at 12:21am
#929146
Flying music from the keys,
Ebony is shined.
Box and legs of gleaming black.
Strings so taut and fine.

Stain-ed glass by metal fixed,
Dances in the light.
Images of ancient days,
Glows so very bright.

Leather binding holds great words,
Onion skin the page.
"BIBLE" stamped, embossed in gold,
laid on table stage.

Wooden benches lacquered fine.
Cushions plush and soft.
L-brackets flush on the foot.
Screws keep bench aloft.

Bread ensconced upon the plate.
Wine's bouquet in glass.
Silver trays so still, at ease.
Faithful to the last.

Littered tissues on the floor.
Bulletins on bench.
Tic Tacs, Chiclets lie in state
Pulpit holds a wrench.

Brick the steps outside the door.
Steel bar railings stand.
Asphalt pathway marked with lines,
Metal, rubber bands.


by Jay O'Toole
on February 19th, 2018



February 18, 2018 at 12:15am
February 18, 2018 at 12:15am
#929088
Falcon faces all cast down.
Pinions cannot fly.
Hope lies plucked upon the ground.
Birds of air all cry.

Nest a-sways on topmost branch.
Feathers start to grow.
Oozing wounds begin to stanch.
Eyes anew to show.

Talons flex. Wings beating air.
Eyes track running prey.
Heightened alert. Watchful stare.
Muscled wait through day.

Eagles strong. Falcons cast down.
Pinions cannot fly.
Hope lies bleeding on the ground.
Raptor's weary cry.

Eagles soar on lofty draft.
Wings spread on the heights.
Troubles fall. Shriekings have laughed.
Flying high as kites.


by Jay O'Toole
on February 18th, 2018



February 17, 2018 at 12:22am
February 17, 2018 at 12:22am
#929044
stealthy greedy "horse"
waiting for the night to fall
flowers are its meal


by Jay O'Toole
on February 17th, 2018




February 16, 2018 at 11:52pm
February 16, 2018 at 11:52pm
#929039
wind-surfing coolness,
tubular
soft and sometimes loud

music from cacophony
sweet and salty
mesmerizing notes

sometimes no breeze for many days
waiting on parade
silent hangs for new command

garbled voice, but something to say
through dancing joy in trees
muttering organ of the air

metal seems so cold,
but cold wind warms its tongue

books have covers
chimes have stains
inside speaks to world


by Jay O'Toole
on February 16th, 2018




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