Chuck Toll

Chuck Toll Poems

1. Coyotes In The City: Los Angeles 9/14/2007
2. Touchstone 9/22/2007
3. Shipwreck 9/29/2007
4. Coyotes In The Wild 9/29/2007
5. Coyotes In The City: The Capitol 9/30/2007
6. Portrait Gallery: Fauve Pas 10/2/2007
7. Portrait Gallery: Pase Picasso 10/2/2007
8. Portrait Gallery: Disingenuous 10/6/2007
9. The Barrier Islands 10/7/2007
10. Size Small 10/7/2007
11. Taxonomy Of Winners And Losers 10/9/2007
12. Coyote Moon 10/10/2007
13. Friend Pushing The Envelope 10/10/2007
14. Coyotes And Wildlife Services 10/12/2007
15. Coyotes And Wildlife Services 2 10/12/2007
16. Riddle 10/13/2007
17. Fable 10/13/2007
18. Swimming Lesson 7/29/2007
19. Sleeping Through The Hurricane 7/29/2007
20. Coyote And Frog (Native American) 10/19/2007
21. Coyote Meets Smallpox (Native American) 10/20/2007
22. Coyote And The Cattle (Native American) 10/21/2007
23. Coyotes In The City: Key West 10/21/2007
24. Coyotes And The Future 10/21/2007
25. Coyote Visits A Fort (Native American) 10/23/2007
26. Coyote Ugly 11/2/2007
27. Coyote Ugly 2 11/3/2007
28. The Toxic Poster Child 11/6/2007
29. Why 11/11/2007
30. Seal 11/16/2007
31. Portrait Gallery: Madam X 11/18/2007
32. Thanksgiving Thanks 11/24/2007
33. Prose Poem: First Date 11/26/2007
34. Fibbing: Boe 11/30/2007
35. Fibbing: Observation 11/30/2007
36. Fibbing: Best Friend 11/30/2007
37. Fibbing: The Birthday Call 11/30/2007
38. Fibbing: The Way Of The World 11/30/2007
39. The Art In Art: Advice On Life 12/1/2007
40. Fibbing: Near Weaver’s Needle 12/1/2007

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Best Poem of Chuck Toll


When out of sorts with life or self,
A porch is hard to beat
As long as you’ve a comfy chair
And space to stretch your feet.

Lean back and watch the world go by,
Forego life’s stress and chatter.
What’s not been done remains undone.
But, really, did it matter?

Unlike the confines of a house
That holds the world at bay,
A porch connects to life itself
At any time of day.

A porch’s vantage point and height,
The time of day or year,
Is less important than the chance
It gives to see and hear.

A portal to life beyond ...

Read the full of Porches

Native Son

Our small New England town buried a son yesterday,
A young soldier killed on duty in Afghanistan.
It was our first casualty in struggles far away
But, as it had proved, not sufficiently removed.

At the church service, his brother recalled
How he was tough, but with children gentle
As a butterfly. ‘Now I won’t worry any more, ’
His mother wept. ‘He is safe now.’

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