Friday, December 26, 2025

 

POETRY: WORDS WARM INSIDE HER

BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

DONOVAN BALDWIN
words warm inside her
his poems flooding through her
intimate pleasures

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she is a blank page
place to place intimate words
skin absorbs touches

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an ancient poet
body old but mind still young
writes of memories

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down upon her knees
hums love's ancient song

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afraid to respond
show he's written of her sins
she'll commit again

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kiss upon her neck
bare chest pressed against bare back
arms embracing her

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within a dreamscape
where the wraiths of words wonder
muse and poet roam

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how shall i touch you
take my hand and guide me dear
places you desire

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not her breast or thigh
but the truth her heart reveals
her mind matching mine

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cuddling naked
exhibition of bodies
felt rather than seen

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sunlight and shadow
meditates among branches
in nature's embrace

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mantra of lifetimes
my heart first whispered your name
in some ancient past

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button says a lot
that one you left unfastened
our private pleasure

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babe at the nipple
extracting parents' essence
for body and soul

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goddess on the wing
the niké of samothrace
embodied woman

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give her everything
even the sins she desires
protect her from harm

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inner shards quiver
as she begs to be shattered
crystal entreatments

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what's done in secret
as she recalls the last time
they were together

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after destruction
unintentional phoenix
rekindling herself

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smiles her sweetest smile
honestly presents her love
strongly seductive

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just beyond my reach
wisps of a departing dream
the end of each night

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my words will move you
and will be adored by you
like i never will

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my days are over
my actions have become words
time's wind blows away

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smoke from distant fires
ancient fables on the wind
touch the wild within

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Likes to show off her thighs.
A sight that catches my eyes.
I love all her muscle,
As she shakes her bustle,
Exciting my butterflies

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burning with passion
desire's heat softens her heart
a candle melting

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pulsing with desire
i can see her through my words
her hot blood glowing

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Come, let me hold you, darling,
Hold you tight in my arms.
Come, let me hold you, darling,
As I gaze upon your charms.

Come, let me hold you, darling,
Through each night into the day.
Come, let me hold you, darling,
Never let you go away.

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she never leaves me
like beatrice to dante
my eternal muse

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bereft of gown and glow
appearing in her angelic form
offers herself as heaven

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gracefully gliding
delightfully feminine
seductively swirling

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reasons sometimes go
yet the memories remain
becoming reasons

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her two lips sweet words
i weave them into poems
written with kisses

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If you liked these poems, you might also enjoy the essay The Art Of Acting Old, by Donovan Baldwin.

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Wednesday, December 17, 2025

 

ESSAY - THE ART OF ACTING OLD

BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

DONOVAN BALDWIN
Years ago, when I was a teenager, I read an essay, "The Energies of Men" by William James (1842 - 1910).  In it, Mr. James, a well-known and respected psychologist and philosopher of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, put forward the idea that health and physical condition could be influenced to some great extent by attitude.

His idea was that most of us had reserves of which we were not aware, but which were there, waiting below the surface of our existence, to answer our call when needed or wanted.  As he states:

"...in exceptional cases we may find, beyond the very extremity of fatigue-distress, amounts of ease and power that we never dreamed ourselves to own,--sources of strength habitually not taxed at all, because habitually we never push through the obstruction, never pass those early critical points."

While completely ready to acknowledge that there are limits, Mr. James felt that most of us seldom came even close to using the amounts of energy and health available to us.  He went on to state that most of us become accustomed to this state of affairs and live our lives far below the level which we could achieve, just because we believe what we perceive as "the way things are" is the reality in which we must live.

Going further, Mr. James asked himself, what triggers those occasional moments when individuals move into a higher realm of energy and accomplishment?  

His answer in his own words:

"Either some unusual stimulus fills them with emotional excitement, or some unusual idea of necessity induces them to make an extra effort of will. _Excitements, ideas, and efforts_, in a word, are what carry us over the dam."

He gives examples of necessities such as duty, the example of others, "crowd pressure", or other needs of the situation as stimuli which can invoke "energies of men" beyond their normal levels.

However, these are momentary and external stimuli which produce, in Mr. James' opinion only sporadic flights into the higher levels of human possibility.  He wanted something better, and believed that he had found it.  

He had noticed in his life and in his studies that certain attitudes and certain disciplines, such as yoga, could help people transcend their normal levels of life.  He further noticed that this ability to move to a higher plane of existence was actually something which could be trained within the individual, and that people had the ability to choose to be happy and healthy, or at least less miserable and sickly, by acts of will.  He reached many other similar conclusions, but I will stop talking about William James and his essay here.

I read "The Energies of Men" as a teenager, and, as I looked at the grownups around me, I began to see that so many of them were living out roles that they had either chosen or had assumed were simply "the way things are".  Over the years, this idea intrigued me and I began reading Dale Carnegie, Dr. Maxwell Maltz, and others who had similar thoughts and opinions.  Over time, my interest moved into physical fitness, and I began to see that the results obtained by people who improved their physical fitness meshed well with what I, myself, had read, observed, and experienced.

Over the years, it became more and more clear to me that a person's attitude and perception of their circumstances were contributing factors to their physical and mental health and wellness, as well as to their fiscal success.  As I read more on the subject, and acquired more knowledge from other sources, this idea hardened into belief.  It has been with great pleasure to see more and more studies validating the ideas of William James and others.  It has become a widely accepted fact that our attitudes and beliefs CAN AND DO influence our actual existences.

To quote Henry Ford:  "Whether you think that you can, or that you can't, you are usually right."

So, what does all this have to do with aging and the title of this little essay, "The Art of Acting Old"?

I have already mentioned that as I grew older, I personally saw how attitudes and beliefs could positively and negatively affect people's lives.  One life I obviously observed close up was my own, and I also had close insight into the lives of a rather large, and varied, extended family.  My own life has had its share of very troublesome events, and I found that how I met these events often determined how I got through them.

One event was aging itself, and the other was the discovery that I had pretty bad osteoarthritis.

As these two events converged to make life difficult and painful, I began to find myself slipping into "old man" mode.  I modified my actions, began making excuses for my infirmities and perceived inabilities, and began a mental process of expecting others to perceive my decrepitude and make allowance for it.  However, before I could go too far down this path, I reread "The Energies of Men" and several other sources and reviewed my personal experiences with meditation, yoga, and exercise.  I also looked back over a career in the U. S. Army which began in basic training at Fort Jackson, South Carolina in 1966 where I learned one of the most important lessons of my life...whatever I believed I could do, I could actually do more., U

I also harked back to a time in my life when a close friend of mine ran a geriatric day care program and confided to me that most of the participants never should have wound up there...they had simply allowed themselves to grow old.

As I entered my 60's, I decided that I would not follow the time-worn pathway of the aging process in our society, but would find my own trails.  I updated my exercise regimen to allow for age and arthritis, modified my nutritional intake, and increased my connections with the outside world.  I quit expecting deference from others due to age and infirmity (perceived or real) and went about the business of living as I had lived in my 40's and 50's, with acceptance of those things which had changed, but without using them as an excuse for existence.  I straightened my back, strengthened my muscles, and shouldered my share of life's burdens.

I am, in a sad way sometimes, rewarded as I look around at others my age.  They are more and more stooped and bowed with each passing year, yet my head is high and my step is firm.  They fear their existence and its end more and more while I go out and enjoy each day just as I have for years, looking forward to the excitements and pleasures the day will bring.  They begin to fear that they will not be here much longer while I am planning what I am going to do in my 70's, 80's, 90's...and perhaps beyond.

I have also found that simply refusing to "act my age" and demanding that I act in life and react to life as I did in earlier years has been an effective tool in combating many of the more deleterious effects of the aging process.  Oh, I have my aches, my pains, and my wrinkles, but I do not allow them to define or limit my life for the most part.  This is a conscious act on my part, but with time, it has become relatively unconscious, and the rewards are observable and palpable.

William Shakespeare said in Macbeth:  

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages."

None of us has the final say over when the play will end, but we do have control over how we play our parts, and I will assume control of the final ages of my life.

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If you enjoyed this essay by the poet and commentator, Donovan Baldwin, perhaps you might also enjoy his poem, Within The Darkening Woods.

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Thursday, December 04, 2025

 

POEM: WITHIN THE DARKENING WOODS

BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

DONOVAN BALDWIN
I sit among decorations of light and dark, dancing

And changing as sunlight peeks around, hides behind
Gray clouds, streaming through branches swayed by wind,
Varying the patterns on the hard dirt ground.

There is life all around, birds singing, wind
Blowing, trees swaying, shadows changing,
But, not too far away, dark woods standing,
Tree shadows blocking out the sun.

Among all this light, activity, and life,
I find myself reminded of boyhood memories,
When I lived my adventures, exploring woods
In sunlight, with the wind, surrounded by birdsong.

Aware even in that life, of dark woods full of peace,
And coolness, and silence. Silent as a tomb,
They like to say, and that is how I thought
Of the darkening woods somewhere else back then.

Now, so many years later, I am again aware,
Of the dark shadows underneath the trees,
Which stand over my shoulder reminding me,
It's almost time to walk into their cool world.

Copyright 2017 By Donovan Baldwin

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If you enjoyed this poem by the Fort Worth writer, Donovan Baldwin, you are invited to read his essay, Why Do I Write?

Tuesday, December 02, 2025

 

ESSAY - WHY DO I WRITE?

 BYDONOVAN BALDWIN

Donovan Baldwin
Why do I write?

Why does anyone write?

They have, they believe, something to say.

Right?

Well, for a "non-writer", that may be sufficient, but, the word "writer" is a slippery devil. It, of course, can be used to define anyone who takes up pen (or keyboard) and... well... writes.

Something!

Anything!

I have written standard operating procedures which were published and distributed to several sections of a military facility... made the "law of the land", if you will. Still, that, to ME did NOT feel like "writing".

Now, when I write poems, or even small screeds such as this one, I am, to my mind, a writer. In this writing, I am turning loose what a lady named Subi Nanthivarman so delightfully refers to as her "Writing Genie", or, apparently, "WG" to friends and coworkers.

Wonderful concept, I think.

For me, it's that weird little thing in my brain (in my case a Leprechaun-like creature), that has things to say and insists on sharing them with its human host in this symbiotic relationship. I don't control it, nor it me, yet, when it asks for pen or keyboard, I must comply.

For me, THAT is when I, with the aid of my faithful side-kicker, become a writer.

Why do I write?

Because as an obedient servant to the creature within, I must obey its demands or suffer the consequences... something like an addict suffering withdrawal.

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Dis you like this essay by Fort Worth writer, Donovan Baldwin? Perhaps you might like some of his poems at Venus Has Been Born.

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Monday, December 01, 2025

 

VENUS HAS BEEN BORN, AND OTHER POEMS, DECEMBER 1, 2025

DONOVAN BALDWIN
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN


Venus has been born,

Beauty emerging from sea,

Ocean's salt liqueur,

Heralds the birth of goddess,

And the lust she shall invoke.


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accompany you

through dens of iniquity

where we share our love


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spank me she whispers

lays herself across his lap

awaits her reward


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she won't hide from me

for our secrets are the same

needing to be shared


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she suspects i watch

her body starts to tremble

knowing whet i see


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brings him his belt

naked ass exquisite pleasure

she begs him for pain


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The daughter of Anne Boleyn,

Elizabeth first was so thin,

Her twenty-one inch waist,

So tightly was laced,

With a corset to squeeze her in.


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coiled about us

bindings made of love and lust

and silken desires


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on quivering skin

his invasive syllables

find their within


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sharing her pleasure

open to the world she walks

her mission is love


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she'd not dared to show

intensity of desires

that he'd praise her for


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ebony her hair

with gray cursive curls within

halo of passion


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caress on my skin

like a flowing summer breeze

touching all over


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lifetime of giving

among people who just take

till almost empty


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pierced by passion's spear

body burned by constant flames

swallows love's liqueur


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hands on trembling pen

together we write of love

cursive lines that burn


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sin has not scarred her

good and bad created her

this woman you love


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greeted a stranger

welcoming him to her land

where all could share love 


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poems to someone

"beautiful and far away"

in hopes she reads them


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She stared into the night. So many secrets. So many hidden things. So much condemnation when she revealed herself. Then she met the poet. His words seemed not only to absolve her, but to praise the intensity of her loving spirit. Hesitantly, she revealed secret by secret, sin by sin... and he listen. He smiled. He nodded. He spoke quietly, "You're safe to be yourself. You're with me, now," and she felt the chains break and the cage doors open.


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dips into her pool

creates ripples of desire

over her lips' edge


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she craves the big sins

the i have done it all sins

with him at her side


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carefully she kept

collections of fine pleasures

he had shared with her


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face behind the face

a demon or a beauty

which is hiding whom


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my lover disrobes

a mature mortal woman

a goddess dancing


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finely tuned pleasures

internal vibrations

crystal arias


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make me no excuse

bring me your joys and sorrow

to share together


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anthem aria

words of a forgotten song

poem on the night


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Now I don't want any drama,

Because I have ordered a llama,

It comes from Peru,

And in a week or two,

I'll be a proud llama mama.


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If you enjoyed these poems by the Fort Worth poet, you might enjoy his essay, Living Like A Slave In The Modern World.

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Thursday, November 20, 2025

 

ESSAY: LIVING LIKE A SLAVE IN THE MODERN WORLD?

BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

DONOVAN BALDWIN
I just read a post by someone complaining about "living like a slave" because they had to go to work for some large corporation, to buy the food they need to survive.


Just left me curious.

They DO realize, of course, that if they did NOT work for some large corporation to earn the money to buy the food they need to survive, they WOULD have to plant it, grow it, reap it, kill it, or whatever it themselves?

And, I haven't even gotten to soap, cars, clothing, cereal, Adidas, coffee, wine, insulin, and rocket ships.

People complain about people who worry about the stock market.

They DO realize, of course, that retirement funds and insurance companies get their money from the stock market, right?

People complain about "big pharma", but they DO realize, that without "big pharma', some relative or close friend might be dead, right?

Survival isn't free. We get the goodies we get because someone, somewhere, is willing to "invest" in it.

The best arrow maker in the tribe ate well, NOT because he was the best hunter, but because he COULD make damn good arrows.

Not everything is always "cut and dried", "black or white", or "right or wrong". To live honestly we have to face, and sometimes accept, uncomfortable realities. Complaining will not change things.

Just thinking out loud.

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If you enjoyed this essay by Donovan Baldwin, you might enjoy his article: Is Fish Oil Good For You?

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Sunday, November 16, 2025

 

ARTICLE: IS FISH OIL GOOD FOR YOU?


OmegaGuard® By Shaklee
That is an excellent question, as fish oil is one of the most popular supplements.
The scientific findings on its benefits are mixed, and the answer depends heavily on your current diet and health status.2

The main beneficial components in fish oil are the omega-3 fatty acids, specifically EPA (eicosapentaenoic acid) and DHA (docosahexaenoic acid), which are essential fats your body needs but cannot produce enough of on its own.3


Potential Benefits

Fish oil supplements have been associated with a few key benefits, particularly for specific health concerns:

  • Lowering Triglycerides: There is strong evidence that high-dose fish oil can significantly reduce high blood triglyceride levels, a type of fat in the blood that can raise the risk of heart disease.4

  • Rheumatoid Arthritis: Studies suggest fish oil may help reduce pain, morning stiffness, and joint tenderness due to its anti-inflammatory properties.5

  • Blood Pressure: Some research indicates modest reductions in blood pressure, especially in people with moderate to severe high blood pressure.6

  • Overall Anti-Inflammatory Effects: EPA and DHA possess anti-inflammatory properties that may benefit various chronic conditions.7


⚠️ The Primary Recommendation: Whole Fish

Most health organizations and researchers agree on the following:

  • Eating fatty fish (like salmon, mackerel, trout, and sardines) at least twice a week is the most effective and recommended way to get beneficial omega-3s.

  • The benefits observed from eating fish (like a lower risk of dying from heart disease) are often not as clearly demonstrated or are mixed when studying over-the-counter fish oil supplements for heart health in the general population. This suggests other nutrients in the whole fish may play a role.


🛑 Potential Risks and Considerations

For the general, healthy population, the benefits of over-the-counter fish oil supplements are often minimal, and there are some risks, especially at high doses:8

  • Bleeding Risk: High doses can increase the risk of bleeding, especially if you take blood-thinning medications (like Warfarin or aspirin).9

  • Atrial Fibrillation (A-Fib): High-dose prescription fish oil has been linked to a potential increased risk of A-Fib (an irregular heart rhythm) in people with, or at high risk for, cardiovascular disease.10

  • Side Effects: Common mild side effects include a fishy aftertaste/burps, bad breath, heartburn, nausea, and diarrhea.11

  • Interactions: Fish oil can interact with blood pressure, blood-thinning, and contraceptive drugs.12

In Summary

  • For the general healthy adult: Focus on eating fatty fish regularly. A supplement may be a good option if you absolutely do not eat fish, but the benefits may be limited compared to diet.

  • For specific conditions (like very high triglycerides or rheumatoid arthritis): A fish oil supplement may be beneficial, but it's crucial to discuss it with your doctor first to determine the correct dosage and to check for potential drug interactions or risks.

Would you like to know which types of fish are the best sources of omega-3 fatty acids?

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Did you enoy this article presented by the Fort Worth poet Donovan Baldwn? You might alsow enjoy some of his other works, such as We Flee To Eden, and other poems.

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