

A bow across strings,Crying out the unspoken,Lines of lost desire.The melody is a ghost,Of the boy who walked away. Her… READ MORE
TWO BOYS — ONE RIVER Hot day.Big sun.River Trent waiting. Paul hopeful.Glen expert.Bags full goodies. Juice.Crisps.Chocolate.Perfect. Lessons start.Maggot wiggles.Hook ready.Float… READ MORE
In a world still aching for harmony, this ballad is my quiet hope that true peace is possible. It asks… READ MORE
Red polka-dot sky,Splashing through the silver mud,She and her best friend—Snoop.No fear of the coming scold,Just the joy of falling… READ MORE
A giant book spreads,A window to the soul’s depths,Beyond real-world sight.The poetry comes to life,Painting truths in gold and grey.… READ MORE
Reflections on Life
Self‑Discovery and Identity — “What Was and What Will Be”
“I spent my youth chasing the future.
Now I sit with coffee and watch—
others run toward theirs.”“The young chase tomorrow with urgency; the old watch it arrive —
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
with patience.”