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Where My Heroes Began
Still That Boy There once was a lad sat in Carlton town,By an old oak tree where he’d often sit… READ MORE
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The Journey Home
“The Boy Who Wrote His Way Home” Ink-stained fingers, a poet’s resolve,Crafting dreams in lines he evolves.“Life favours the courageous,”… READ MORE
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The Party I Never Had (Until I Did)
I sat in that small classroom,noise bouncing off the walls—birthday talk, loud and bright,like something I wasn’t part of. They… READ MORE
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Lightning in the Hand
A Reflection on Deeds Over Words It is better to have less thunder in the mouth,And more lightning in the… READ MORE
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Falling for a Reflection
In soft graphite shadeI frame a calm steady gaze,Her strength, quiet shown.A belt gathers light and cloth—poise held gently in… READ MORE
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Muddy Grace and Silver Rain
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
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Spitfire at Ninety – Wings of the Few
Blue Bird Over Britain Ninety summers on—still the silver wings endurein memory’s sky.From quiet fields they first rose,guardians of a… READ MORE
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Searching for Ground
In a world of tasks,a girl drifts through shifting sand,seeking a lost name.Her purpose flickers like flame,fading in the restless… READ MORE
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Self‑Discovery and Identity — “What Was and What Will Be
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,
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
The future lives in what you do.
Poetry of Life 