#quietreflection - Hello Poetry

Journeys Miles and moments Footprints etched in time's sand Memories wrapped like warm blankets The joy.

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Apr 12

Apr 12, 2026 at 6:32 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

The Joy Remains

Journeys Miles and moments Footprints etched in time's sand Memories wrapped like warm blankets The joy.

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Journeys Miles and moments Footprints etched in time's sand Memories wrapped like warm blankets The warmth. Whispers Soft and lingering Laughter carried on the breeze Hearts still full from days gone by The joy.

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Apr 20

Apr 20, 2026 at 3:50 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

The Joy Remains

Journeys Miles and moments Footprints etched in time's sand Memories wrapped like warm blankets The warmth. Whispers Soft and lingering Laughter carried on the breeze Hearts still full from days gone by The joy.

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...if my eyes were blunts, they’d be rolled tight with tears. even a sharp mind, can feel so blunt sometimes. emotions rise high— but every crash-out drags me back to earth. sigh… maybe i’ve just always been too down to earth. ..

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

down to earth

...if my eyes were blunts, they’d be rolled tight with tears. even a sharp mind, can feel so blunt sometimes. emotions rise high— but every crash-out drags me back to earth. sigh… maybe i’ve just always been too down to earth. ..

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In these verses, I wander the quiet paths where nature speaks in gentle tones. Here, amidst fields, forests, and open skies, I celebrate the tender bond between humankind and the living world around us. My Pastoral Poetry is shaped by stillness, by birdsong at dawn, by the soft breath of wind through meadow grass. Each poem is an invitation to pause— to see more clearly, to feel more deeply, to remember the harmony we share with all that grows and moves upon the earth. Through vivid imagery and sensory detail, I try to capture the tranquillity of simple moments— a fox’s curious gaze, a bee’s golden labour, a child’s quiet wonder, the hush of water at rest. These scenes are not merely observed; they are lived, breathed, and held close. In time, I will weave sound into these pieces, letting the rustle of leaves, the whisper of waves, and the chorus of birds enrich the experience. For now, I hope my words carry the melody— a gentle hymn to nature’s grace and to our place within it.

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Feb 13

Feb 13, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Intro to - My Pastoral Poetry

In these verses, I wander the quiet paths where nature speaks in gentle tones. Here, amidst fields, forests, and open skies, I celebrate the tender bond between humankind and the living world around us. My Pastoral Poetry is shaped by stillness, by birdsong at dawn, by the soft breath of wind through meadow grass. Each poem is an invitation to pause— to see more clearly, to feel more deeply, to remember the harmony we share with all that grows and moves upon the earth. Through vivid imagery and sensory detail, I try to capture the tranquillity of simple moments— a fox’s curious gaze, a bee’s golden labour, a child’s quiet wonder, the hush of water at rest. These scenes are not merely observed; they are lived, breathed, and held close. In time, I will weave sound into these pieces, letting the rustle of leaves, the whisper of waves, and the chorus of birds enrich the experience. For now, I hope my words carry the melody— a gentle hymn to nature’s grace and to our place within it.

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