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Storm Troopers on Parade!

Stormtroopers are infectious,
Their stance is quite precise,
They line up in formation,
Each helmet shiny white and nice.

They guard the decks of Lego,
Where battles soon are played,
And though they’re made of plastic,
They march without dismay.

Their ship’s not yet completed,
But still they stand so proud,
Awaiting orders from their base,
They’ll shout them clear and loud!

So if you see them standing,
All ready, brave, and staid,
You’ll find yourself saluting too;
They’re Stormtroopers on Parade!

Reflections at Paulton Basin

The wide stretch of water at Paulton Basin has a way of quieting the mind. On the surface, ripples move slowly across the lake, breaking the reflection of the sky into shifting patterns. Ducks drift lazily in the distance, and the reeds at the edge bow gently in the breeze. It’s a place that holds stillness, yet never feels entirely still.

Standing here, I felt something deeper than just the beauty of the landscape. The way the light touched the water reminded me of how certain people bring warmth without trying, how their presence alone changes the way you see the world. Just as the clouds moved across the basin, shifting its colours and moods, a single person can do the same to a heart.

I Have Loved You From a Distance

For twenty years, my heart has known,
A quiet love that’s never shown.
The day we met, the world stood still,
A gentle spark, a silent thrill.

Each time our paths would intertwine,
The brightest first minute became mine.
Your smile, my sun, a perfect day,
"I'm glad you're here," I want to say.

But when you leave, the light departs,
A hollow echo fills my heart.
I watch you fade, yet cannot speak,
A love so strong, yet soft and meek.

"So, if I asked, would you tell me?"

Do you feel it? I cannot tell.
A secret song I guard so well.
For two decades, my soul’s refrain:
I love you still, through joy and pain.

By John E Lawrence
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“Weaving Tales of Mystery, Love, and Hope Across Life’s Complex Tapestry”

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All of John's books and short stories are a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Easter Greets Me at my Door

An Easter treat greets me at my door,
A wreath of joy and so much more—
With ivy green and blossoms bright,
And a bunny who brought sheer delight!

Then in the lounge, a lovely scene,
With yellow blooms and pastel sheen.
Eggs hung high on branches bare,
While mossy bunnies guarded there.

A candy jar with bunny ears,
Held orange sweets that brought good cheers—
Like carrots in a glassy crown,
A tasty welcome from London Town.

And lastly, what a perfect end,
A cushion like a cozy friend.
Three bunny backs, all soft and sweet,
Where I could rest my weary feet.

After trains and crowds and London’s pace,
I find such peace in my own place.
What a welcome home from my adoring wife,
With Easter joy and her love for life.

Brick by Brick – The Joy of Building LEGO.

Brick by Brick – A Tudor Build

With steady hands and focused mind,
Each tiny piece falls into line.
Brick by brick, a tale is spun,
A challenge set, a task begun.

The Tudor charm, so bold, so grand,
With timber beams at my command.
A rooftop steep, in red it glows,
With windows peeking - watching close.

The flowers bloom on window sills,
A café waits with treats to fill.
A cobbled street, a world so small,
Yet built with patience - standing tall.

Hand and eye in perfect sync,
Each step ahead, I stop and think.
A test of skill, a work of art,
A puzzle solved - my favourite part.

And when it’s done, I step away,
Admiring what I’ve built today.
A sense of pride, a task complete,
A LEGO world - so pure, so neat!

Built for Adventure – The LEGO Land Rover Classic!

Brick by Brick – A Land Rover Tale

Piece by piece, the build took shape,
A classic form - no room for escape.
In shades of green, so bold, so true,
A rugged ride in perfect view.

A sturdy frame, a roof so white,
Windows clear, reflecting light.
A spare wheel fixed upon the back,
For off-road dreams on any track.

A fire extinguisher - bold and red,
For safety near the trails ahead.
With doors that open, wheels that turn,
Each brick in place with love and learn.

A Land Rover built with patience strong,
Adventure calls - it won’t be long!

Democracy Lost

You call it fair; you call it free,
A land of choice, democracy.
Yet here we stand, our rights undone,
No ballot cast, no voice, no sun.

You shape our town, you change our street,
Decisions made where powers meet.
Yet in the halls where votes are tallied,
Our names erased, our rights invalid.

A council rules, but not for us,
A voice ignored—unfair, unjust
You tax, you build, you shape the powers,
Yet silence wraps these thoughts of ours.

A hollow right, a broken trust,
Democracy reduced to dust.
For when the people stand apart,
The system rots at its own heart.

So hear us now, the voiceless crowd,
Denied, ignored, yet strong and proud.
For votes withheld will fan the flame—
Without us there, it's not the same.

To My Valentine

Brick by Brick - A Love Heart made from Lego

A heart of red, so bold, so bright,
A gift of love in perfect light.
With bricks embraced in curves so fine,
A token true—will you be mine?

A ribbon white, so neatly tied,
A bow that holds the love inside.
With flowers placed in hues so sweet,
A gentle touch, a love complete.

The lady to whom I sent this heart,
Knew my Tudor build played a part.
She’d seen the kit upon the site,
And knew this gift had cost me—right?

“For free?” she gasped, “it came with that?”
She laughed aloud and tipped her hat.
“Well,” I told her with a grin,
“You do love a bargain!”—let love begin!