#creativejourney - Hello Poetry

*** Still That Boy There once was a lad sat in Carlton town, By an old oak tree where he’d often sit down, Not lost in a daze— But deep in his plays, With whole other worlds spinning round. I saw myself brave with a sword in my hand, A knight riding strong through a faraway land, Fighting dragons and flame, For honour, not fame, Doing things only dreamers had planned. Then I’d turn to the sea with a shift of the day, A pirate now sailing wherever I may, Through storms I would steer, With no sign of fear, Captain of all in my way. Travelling farther again—past the stars I would roam, No longer on earth, no longer at home, Through galaxies wide, With courage as guide, Finding places no one had known. But I never stood there on my own in any fight, There were others beside me, steady and right— A wizard so wise, A warrior who’d rise, And a healer who carried the light. Together we faced whatever would come, Dark forces, hard roads—we never would run, Each strength played its part, Head, hands, and heart, And somehow the battles we won. But life has a way of quieting dreams, Or making them smaller than how they once seemed, I thought I’d outgrown The worlds I had known, And left them behind— merely dreams. Till a time in my life when I felt off my feet, Unsure of my path, not steady or sure, And I reached back inside Where those old voices hide, And found the boy was still there. Those heroes I made weren’t just in my head, They were lessons in how I should walk where I tread, Be brave when it’s tough, Be kind when it’s rough, Stand firm in the words that I said. I picked it back up—not the sword, but the way, Not the ship, but the choice of how I would stay, Facing life as it came, Still playing the same old game— Just with real things that come each day. Because truth is, that lad never really left me, He still sits by that oak where the world used to be, And when I write lines, It’s his voice undermine— Still shaping the man that you see. Not a knight, not a pirate, not lost up in space— Just a man trying hard to stand in his place, With a bit of that fire, That old, quiet desire, And a boy— still writing truth through his voice.

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Apr 15

Apr 15, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

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 down, Not lost in a daze— But deep in his plays, With whole other worlds spinning round. I saw myself brave with a sword in my hand, A knight riding strong through a faraway land, Fighting dragons and flame, For honour, not fame, Doing things only dreamers had planned. Then I’d turn to the sea with a shift of the day, A pirate now sailing wherever I may, Through storms I would steer, With no sign of fear, Captain of all in my way. Travelling farther again—past the stars I would roam, No longer on earth, no longer at home, Through galaxies wide, With courage as guide, Finding places no one had known. But I never stood there on my own in any fight, There were others beside me, steady and right— A wizard so wise, A warrior who’d rise, And a healer who carried the light. Together we faced whatever would come, Dark forces, hard roads—we never would run, Each strength played its part, Head, hands, and heart, And somehow the battles we won. But life has a way of quieting dreams, Or making them smaller than how they once seemed, I thought I’d outgrown The worlds I had known, And left them behind— merely dreams. Till a time in my life when I felt off my feet, Unsure of my path, not steady or sure, And I reached back inside Where those old voices hide, And found the boy was still there. Those heroes I made weren’t just in my head, They were lessons in how I should walk where I tread, Be brave when it’s tough, Be kind when it’s rough, Stand firm in the words that I said. I picked it back up—not the sword, but the way, Not the ship, but the choice of how I would stay, Facing life as it came, Still playing the same old game— Just with real things that come each day. Because truth is, that lad never really left me, He still sits by that oak where the world used to be, And when I write lines, It’s his voice undermine— Still shaping the man that you see. Not a knight, not a pirate, not lost up in space— Just a man trying hard to stand in his place, With a bit of that fire, That old, quiet desire, And a boy— still writing truth through his voice.

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......... ROSE Red Open bloom, Soft petals unfurl, Elegant, fragrant beauty bright. Scent. DAISY Dainty All white petals Innocent face turned up Sunshine lover in the grass Youth. LILY Luminous, Iridescent hues, Long, elegant trumpets, Yielding sweet perfume in night, Grace. TULIP Tall stem, Upward it grows, Leaves of green surround, In the spring a welcome bloom, Pride. IRIS Iridescent, Royal beauty, Intricate patterns flow, Standing proud in the garden, Colour.

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

"Acoustic Verses of Flowers"

......... ROSE Red Open bloom, Soft petals unfurl, Elegant, fragrant beauty bright. Scent. DAISY Dainty All white petals Innocent face turned up Sunshine lover in the grass Youth. LILY Luminous, Iridescent hues, Long, elegant trumpets, Yielding sweet perfume in night, Grace. TULIP Tall stem, Upward it grows, Leaves of green surround, In the spring a welcome bloom, Pride. IRIS Iridescent, Royal beauty, Intricate patterns flow, Standing proud in the garden, Colour.

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HEART Heroic Enduring fight, Against crushing odds, they Rise, with strength in their soul, Triumphant. MIGHT Mindful, Inner strength, Greatness waits to bloom, Heroic heart knows no fear, Triumph. VERVE Vast, Echoes call, Rising above fear's hold, Valiant heart, finds its own way, Emerges. STAND Strong, Tenacious hold, Against the gale we face, Never let the spirit break, Daring. AUDAX Air Unyielding, Drums pound in chest, Across the fields, a warrior's call, Xenith.

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

"Acoustic Verses of Strength"

HEART Heroic Enduring fight, Against crushing odds, they Rise, with strength in their soul, Triumphant. MIGHT Mindful, Inner strength, Greatness waits to bloom, Heroic heart knows no fear, Triumph. VERVE Vast, Echoes call, Rising above fear's hold, Valiant heart, finds its own way, Emerges. STAND Strong, Tenacious hold, Against the gale we face, Never let the spirit break, Daring. AUDAX Air Unyielding, Drums pound in chest, Across the fields, a warrior's call, Xenith.

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LIVES Low, Inside, Vibrant silence, Echoes softly fading, Still. FAITH Flame, Alive, bright, In tenseness flickers, Toward hope, yet still burns, Heart. BIRTH Bright, Infant cries, Radiant, soft first breath, Tiny fingers grip tight now, Hope. LEARN Light, Echoes soft, Acoustic whispers float, Resonating, clear, and bright, Now. HEART Humming, Echoing softly, All rhythms then fade, Resonating, a hollow sound, Thump. TEARS Trickling Each drop falls, Aches with silent pain, Releasing what the soul keeps, Sorrow. LAUGH Lightly, Air softly, Uplifting sound waves, Giggles and joyous moments, Harmony. DREAM Deep, Radiant, Ethereal whispers float, Awake or asleep, they linger there, Memory. STRUG Sigh, Tender breeze, Rustling leaves now fall, Underneath the trees so old, Gone. DEATH Distant, Echoes fading, All whispers turn to still, Timeless quiet now descends, Hushed.

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

"Acoustic Verses of Life"

LIVES Low, Inside, Vibrant silence, Echoes softly fading, Still. FAITH Flame, Alive, bright, In tenseness flickers, Toward hope, yet still burns, Heart. BIRTH Bright, Infant cries, Radiant, soft first breath, Tiny fingers grip tight now, Hope. LEARN Light, Echoes soft, Acoustic whispers float, Resonating, clear, and bright, Now. HEART Humming, Echoing softly, All rhythms then fade, Resonating, a hollow sound, Thump. TEARS Trickling Each drop falls, Aches with silent pain, Releasing what the soul keeps, Sorrow. LAUGH Lightly, Air softly, Uplifting sound waves, Giggles and joyous moments, Harmony. DREAM Deep, Radiant, Ethereal whispers float, Awake or asleep, they linger there, Memory. STRUG Sigh, Tender breeze, Rustling leaves now fall, Underneath the trees so old, Gone. DEATH Distant, Echoes fading, All whispers turn to still, Timeless quiet now descends, Hushed.

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