#simplejoy - Hello Poetry

— Where Innocence Still Lives — *** Laughter echoes across endless playgrounds, playgrounds that still live quietly in our memory, memory carrying the sound of who we once were, were we ever as free as we felt back then? Then innocence would rise without question, question nothing as we swung higher and higher, higher on tire swings that carried our dreams, dreams that lifted us beyond every small worry. Worry didn’t stay long in those days, days spent skipping stones across rivers, rivers that stretched out like open paths, paths leading us into small adventures. Adventures shaped the way we saw the world, worlds we created in bright crayon strokes, strokes of colour filling blank spaces, spaces where anything felt possible. Possible was everything back then, then came simple joys like melting ice cream, ice cream dripping through sticky fingers, fingers holding onto moments we didn’t want to end. Endings never seemed real at the time, time slowed as we built castles in the sand, sand shaped into kingdoms of imagination, imagination that made small things feel endless. Endless in feeling, even if not in time, time moves on but leaves these pieces behind, behind every step we take into who we are, are we not still carrying those days within us? — By Paul Baldry (LongJohn) —

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Mar 29

Mar 29, 2026 at 7:19 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Whispers of Younger Days

— Where Innocence Still Lives — *** Laughter echoes across endless playgrounds, playgrounds that still live quietly in our memory, memory carrying the sound of who we once were, were we ever as free as we felt back then? Then innocence would rise without question, question nothing as we swung higher and higher, higher on tire swings that carried our dreams, dreams that lifted us beyond every small worry. Worry didn’t stay long in those days, days spent skipping stones across rivers, rivers that stretched out like open paths, paths leading us into small adventures. Adventures shaped the way we saw the world, worlds we created in bright crayon strokes, strokes of colour filling blank spaces, spaces where anything felt possible. Possible was everything back then, then came simple joys like melting ice cream, ice cream dripping through sticky fingers, fingers holding onto moments we didn’t want to end. Endings never seemed real at the time, time slowed as we built castles in the sand, sand shaped into kingdoms of imagination, imagination that made small things feel endless. Endless in feeling, even if not in time, time moves on but leaves these pieces behind, behind every step we take into who we are, are we not still carrying those days within us? — By Paul Baldry (LongJohn) —

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The Coke’s Joy By The Drifter from Heaven The bubbling glass of coke is inviting, It fizzles like a wind chime—so fascinating, The syrupy taste is truly refreshing, It brings joy, a summer blessing.

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Mar 28

Mar 28, 2026 at 4:27 PM UTC

The-Drifter-From-Heaven

The Coke's Joy

The Coke’s Joy By The Drifter from Heaven The bubbling glass of coke is inviting, It fizzles like a wind chime—so fascinating, The syrupy taste is truly refreshing, It brings joy, a summer blessing.

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Old rope creaks, golden air hums, tyre circles wide. Sun warms hands, dog waits close, guardian at his side. Dust storms rise, tail thumps joy, summer cannot hide. He swoops low, teasing his friend, laughter bright as coins. Dog barks back, mock outrage shown, bounding as he joins. Grass wave’s part, soft summer breath, the moment gently enjoins. Higher he drifts, mind roaming far, childhood’s endless sky. Barns whisper tales, promises drifting high, dreams that never die. Dog watches still, world small, complete— boy, rope, tyre.

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Mar 14

Mar 14, 2026 at 5:03 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Boy on a Swing

Old rope creaks, golden air hums, tyre circles wide. Sun warms hands, dog waits close, guardian at his side. Dust storms rise, tail thumps joy, summer cannot hide. He swoops low, teasing his friend, laughter bright as coins. Dog barks back, mock outrage shown, bounding as he joins. Grass wave’s part, soft summer breath, the moment gently enjoins. Higher he drifts, mind roaming far, childhood’s endless sky. Barns whisper tales, promises drifting high, dreams that never die. Dog watches still, world small, complete— boy, rope, tyre.

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Silent whispers in the night Moon walking in her silver glow Stars dancing in the midnight sky A little girl gazing this view with a twinkle in her eyes Lost in dreams, her heart takes flight Here she soars high and high Touching clouds, she whispers “I am free” Reality strikes her when her mother gently strokes her Waking up, she smiles, it's just a dream, but the magic stays Never let your inner child fade away And in her heart, the moonlight forever stays

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Jan 23

Jan 23, 2026 at 8:13 AM UTC

vanika

Moonlit Dreams

Silent whispers in the night Moon walking in her silver glow Stars dancing in the midnight sky A little girl gazing this view with a twinkle in her eyes Lost in dreams, her heart takes flight Here she soars high and high Touching clouds, she whispers “I am free” Reality strikes her when her mother gently strokes her Waking up, she smiles, it's just a dream, but the magic stays Never let your inner child fade away And in her heart, the moonlight forever stays

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"Small things bring huge SATISFACTION."

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Jun 14, 2025

Jun 14, 2025 at 2:28 AM UTC

Arna_writes

The Power of Little Things

"Small things bring huge SATISFACTION."

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hanggang sa muli, sa muli kong pagtanaw. sa muli kong pag aabang. ng mga ngiti, ng mga paghawi ng buhok. sa muling makakasabay ka. kung kelan, hindi ko alam, sa ngayon, mag abang na lang ako sa mga minutong dadaan ka sa mga mata kong, ikaw lang ang hinahanap wala ng iba.

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May 5, 2019

May 5, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC

khat_R

S U L Y A P

hanggang sa muli, sa muli kong pagtanaw. sa muli kong pag aabang. ng mga ngiti, ng mga paghawi ng buhok. sa muling makakasabay ka. kung kelan, hindi ko alam, sa ngayon, mag abang na lang ako sa mga minutong dadaan ka sa mga mata kong, ikaw lang ang hinahanap wala ng iba.

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