Poetry of Life

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    Behind the Facade

    The True Introvert The Mask I Wear I pretend to be an extrovert.But really, I’m an introvert.I smile and nod… READ MORE

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    The Cafe

    Window of Hope Morning lightLocal CafeWindow seatTwo chairsOne empty Coffee steamPaper unfoldsWaiting nowShe appearsWalking past Glance metSoft smileHand raisedFamiliar waveHeart… READ MORE

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    THE LONE PIPER CALLS

    Tartan swirls.Hope rises.Eyes shine. Lads dream.One piper.Notes climb.Edinburgh waits. Pipes call.In night.Pride grows.Echoes linger.Ramparts glow. Crowds hush.Air stills.Lone figure.Legacy begins.Sky… READ MORE

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    The Minor Key of Memory

    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

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    Just a Day Out

    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

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The Future You Create

The future waits in quiet clay,
Shaped by the hands that work today.

No distant star can chart your way,
Like choices made along the day.

Each step becomes tomorrow’s view,
The future lives in what you do.

By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

Poetry of Life

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