Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

She's not afraid to speak
Telling her hidden truths,
For I have been and seen and done
So much...
So many places,
So many times,
Becoming myself,
Who offers not forgiveness,
But understanding,
Recognizing her
Loving humanity,
Which makes her such
A desirable woman.

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reads my heated words
not insensitive to touch...
she blushes and sighs

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alone she rises
climbing to her mountain top...
embracing freedom

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my submissive queen
gives in to her own demands...
in love with herself

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flings open her words
stands so nakedly exposed...
i read her bold mind

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her secret moments
touching with carnal desire...
wishing he could share

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not a hard paved road
moon path flutters on the waves...
liquid cobblestones

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words don't bother her
his intensity matters...
his arousing voice

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she entered my life
in all her varieties...
fulfilling all needs

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cold and shivering
quickened by our hot passions,
quivers with delight

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Original Poetry Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, haiku, poems, poetry, woman

By Donovan Baldwin

she hides secret sins
behind sweet smile and soft words...
i love her true self

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We blend voices,
The world and I,
It singing softly with
Evening breezes,
Roaring with excitement,
In storms and gales,
Lashing, drumming with
Hard driven rain,
Or tapping gently
Against window panes
One drop at a time,
It sings in so many
Voices, as I write
Words for its songs.

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hovers in the night
loving little hummingbird...
sipping moon flowers

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earth shows me beauty
i make pictures in my mind...
old well thumbed album

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Something about a fire,
A real fire, burning crackling wood,
Not a tame fireplace thing,
An outside fire with trees,
The special darkness of outside,
Gold flames dancing joyfully,
Lighting faces and imaginations,
Something real and primitive which
Directly touches the human soul.

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i can't see your face
yet i remember each line...
drawn from memory

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Naked in the bay,
Before the sun rose
Swimming in the
Morning's misty coolness,
Bare boy glorying in
The innocent touches
Of air and water
Unaware that someday,
Such free and
Loving caresses,
Unconditional freedom,
Would only be found
In a lover's arms.

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voices in the night
whisper explicit desires...
moans sighs and silence

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting, Seductive Woman by Paolo Gaidano

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By Donovan Baldwin

She glistens with
The wetness of moon glow,
Head raised to welcome
The silver rain,
Flowing over
Her naked body,
Argent statue
In the night,
Awaiting the gleaming
Hands of her
Lover...
Sculptor...
Who will discover
The shape of her.

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black night echoing
with lusty passionate sighs...
fading to soft breaths

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upon your body
more arousing than kisses...
my soft whispered words

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teasing smile betrays
the hot passion of her love...
hidden for so long

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stimulating climb
up soft hills to hard capped peaks...
i'll rest here a while

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin.

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By Donovan Baldwin


her most loving kiss
lips swollen with her desire...
i savor the taste

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she tends her flower
garden hidden from my gaze...
watching me watch her

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How long have we
And flowers lived together,
They surviving, despite
The destructive nature
Of we sometimes
Abstruse animals,
Who often fail to
Realize how much
Quiet blossoms
Have given us in
Love and beauty.

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raising no alarm
sun makes quiet announcement...
first news of the day

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my love's greedy buds
demanding my attention...
i treat tenderly

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lovers drunk at dusk
sipping deeply from love's cups...
insatiable thirst

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Once in Holland,
I saw a mill,
Arms waving,
Blessing,
All who passed,
Present, past,
And future,
Even Quixote,
Whom it forgave,
For his mistake and
Violent attack,
Misunderstanding
In his madness
The benevolent
Gestures as
Belligerence.

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i entreat flowers
share with me the mystery...
make me nature's child

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The morning sunrise
Enlivened by the
Song of an errant bird,
Colored by golden clouds,
The brightest greens of
Grass and trees,
And flowers...
The wild ones,
Growing willy nilly,
Coloring the canvas
Even more that I
Hang happily in
Each day's museum
Of my mind.

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My voyages of discovery,
My trips into strange lands,
In seek of knowledge
And wisdom, where I
Gather all information,
Experience,
And thinking thereon,
Arrive at one major
Conclusion, that I,
Grand adventurer
Seeker of truth
And beauty, truly,
Am seeking,
Discovering myself.

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Sculpture: The Kiss, by Auguste Rodin

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By Donovan Baldwin

My oasis, your desert,
My pride, your shame,
My future, your past,
My virtue, your sin,
My self, your self,
My love, your love,
That's all I want,
You to come to
My oasis, feel
My pride, live
My virtue, love
Yourself as
I love you.

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Bitter is a taste,
Something to be savored
In and for itself,
As much as for comparison
With the sweet or salt.
Taste bitter enthusiastically
For it is as much a part of life
As all its other flavors.

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The profound may be incomprehensible to most.

The senseless may be incomprehensible to most.

This should not be taken to mean that the profound is senseless, or that the senseless is profound.

That would be senseless.

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eater of her fire
he who feeds at her altar...
consuming her love

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her garden of love
holds open bed and pillow...
petals neath my head

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shown in high relief
curving of her womanhood...
pulsing with pleasure

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I as child
Never loved my toys as much,
As I as man,
Love the words which have
Played so long in
The garden of my mind
Hidden from the world,
For fear of being thought
Foolish... until,
I learned that the foolishness
Was hiding my words,
And ceasing to be a child.

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Each book I read,
Each new set of words
Ideas and thoughts,
Changes me,
For better or for worse,
And yet, that is
The meaning of life,
The definition of
Existing,
Cease to change,
To grow,
To add to ourselves,
We die.

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They turn their heads
Pretend not to know me
Anymore,
For I dare to say
What they are afraid
To admit about love
And life,
For love is life,
And life is love.
I cannot say,
This is and that is not,
For I love all
In all ways
At all times.
They cannot admit
That they do too.

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i have watched you sin
would gladly have absolved you...
but, i saw no sin

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she makes me believe
all the things that elude me...
seeing who i am

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Painting: At The Oasis by Frederick Arthur Bridgman

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By Donovan Baldwin

You are wheat field,
A sea of uncut grass,
An oasis, soft dewy
Resting place of
Refreshment, a loving
Embrace and sharing
Of self in the most
Intimate of ways,
Unashamed and naked,
A natural land of
Hard tipped hills
Volcanic forces
Quivering before
A climactic eruption.

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her lips are smiling
her hand is beckoning me...
how can i say no

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send me a selfie
no photo but your true words...
to remember you

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she rains upon me
bold storm from gentle lover...
left wet and shaking

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your taste on my lips
feel of your body on mine...
leaving me longing

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writing words for her
she quivers at their touches...
at poems within

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting: Nude in Sunlight, by Renoir

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By Donovan Baldwin

I would watch the storms
Walls of rain clearly defined
Walk, as we say, across the bay,
Purple black streaks painted
From dark sky to dark water,
A silent mysterious torrent
Full of thunder and lightning,
Power displayed too far away,
Yet oncoming reality.

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In night's darkness,
The slightly darker
Waves in moonlight,
Curl with glowing crests,
Covering the sand
And receding,
Leaving the wet shore
Glistening somewhere
Between brown and silver,
And a salt spray smell,
Lingers with the echo,
Of the wave now gone.

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a warrior gone
battle armor gloves and mask...
death on the front line

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each sunrise sunset
watch well and remember all...
this time comes but once

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in her secret place
there hides my long vagrant muse...
silent in my ear

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if the rain be tears
you become my raging storm...
before which i break

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I need no paints
To draw my love,
Nor does she need,
Paints to draw me on,
For the model as she sits
Is the woman I wish to have
Not paints and powders
Baubles added to
Lips I wish to kiss,
Body I long to hold.
Heart I wish were mine.

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instead of angel
real experienced woman...
warm true and willing

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prisoner am i
life and happiness forfeit...
pacing in my cell

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting: The Wave (1869) by Gustave Courbet

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