Saturday, January 26, 2019
POEM: WITHIN MY STORM
By: Donovan Baldwin
When rain falls,
Wind blows,
Thunder and lightning
Split the sky,
I come alive,
Enter the clouds,
Ride the wind,
Thunder shakes my soul,
Lightning brands my heart,
I soar,
I sail,
Aloft above this earth,
No longer bound
By time,
Ageless,
Free as an eagle, wolf,
Within my storm.
January 26, 2019
Wind blows,
Thunder and lightning
Split the sky,
I come alive,
Enter the clouds,
Ride the wind,
Thunder shakes my soul,
Lightning brands my heart,
I soar,
I sail,
Aloft above this earth,
No longer bound
By time,
Ageless,
Free as an eagle, wolf,
Within my storm.
January 26, 2019
Labels: donovan baldwin, lightning, poem, poet, poetry, rain, ride the wind, storm, thunder
Thursday, January 24, 2019
SHORT LOVE POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN January 24, 2019
WALKING AS A BALLERINA
Neither mirror nor photographer.
I cannot show you as you appear.
Look into my words,
Read them as they roll,
Unbidden, in loving honesty,
From mind and fingers.
See the woman I see,
And you will stand straight and tall,
Walking proud and beautiful.
On tiptoe as a ballerina.
-----
A RAGGED MAN
I see your words, as
You say,
Or try to say,
That you are broken.
I understand.
I am too.
I've been putting myself back together,
For nearly 30 years.
Not complete.
But, I try to show the parts of me I can,
Ragged edged...
Glued and stitched as they may be.
----=
JUST AROUND THE CORNER
A sudden glimpse,
Of what?
Almost anything,
Suddenly we are almost together.
A touch of something,
Soft fabric perhaps?
A scent...
A perfume?
A flower?
Wafting by momentarily
On a random breeze...
A snippet of a song...
There you are...
Just out of reach,
Just around that corner.
-----
MY WORDS RUN TO YOU
My words see you,
Run to you,
Tripping over themselves,
In their eagerness to
Wrap themselves around you,
Taking the essence of you
Into their being,
So that they will become,
Better, more loving words,
That can embrace the world,
Sharing the love,
The beauty,
That you give them.
-----
I CAN NEVER REALLY LOSE YOU
I can never really lose you.
Not just part of my life.
You are a part of me,
Of who I am.
I make decisions as if you are here,
By my side,
Pointing, laughing,
Changing me, my heart,
With an eyebrow's lift,
A questioning smile,
A reassuring touch,
That I'm on the right path.
-----
IN MY DAILY FANTASY
In my daily fantasy,
You write to me,
Words I put in your heart,
Pledges of love,
Stories of dreams,
Sharing of pleasure,
Adventure,
Life,
And love...
You write so well,
So lovingly,
With the words...
I put in your heart.
Neither mirror nor photographer.
I cannot show you as you appear.
Look into my words,
Read them as they roll,
Unbidden, in loving honesty,
From mind and fingers.
See the woman I see,
And you will stand straight and tall,
Walking proud and beautiful.
On tiptoe as a ballerina.
-----
A RAGGED MAN
I see your words, as
You say,
Or try to say,
That you are broken.
I understand.
I am too.
I've been putting myself back together,
For nearly 30 years.
Not complete.
But, I try to show the parts of me I can,
Ragged edged...
Glued and stitched as they may be.
----=
JUST AROUND THE CORNER
A sudden glimpse,
Of what?
Almost anything,
Suddenly we are almost together.
A touch of something,
Soft fabric perhaps?
A scent...
A perfume?
A flower?
Wafting by momentarily
On a random breeze...
A snippet of a song...
There you are...
Just out of reach,
Just around that corner.
-----
MY WORDS RUN TO YOU
My words see you,
Run to you,
Tripping over themselves,
In their eagerness to
Wrap themselves around you,
Taking the essence of you
Into their being,
So that they will become,
Better, more loving words,
That can embrace the world,
Sharing the love,
The beauty,
That you give them.
-----
I CAN NEVER REALLY LOSE YOU
I can never really lose you.
Not just part of my life.
You are a part of me,
Of who I am.
I make decisions as if you are here,
By my side,
Pointing, laughing,
Changing me, my heart,
With an eyebrow's lift,
A questioning smile,
A reassuring touch,
That I'm on the right path.
-----
IN MY DAILY FANTASY
In my daily fantasy,
You write to me,
Words I put in your heart,
Pledges of love,
Stories of dreams,
Sharing of pleasure,
Adventure,
Life,
And love...
You write so well,
So lovingly,
With the words...
I put in your heart.
Labels: donovan baldwin, love poems, love poetry, short poems
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
SHORT LOVE POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN January 23, 2019
THE SALT OF YOUR TEARS
You weep.
Not with sadness,
But, with the depth of your passion,
Responding to the love
I tried so poorly to explain...
Laughter on your face,
Tears in your eyes,
Upon your dear cheeks,
Gladly, I taste
The salt of your tears,
As I kiss each one...
Each silver drop of love.
-----
WORDS FAIL
Words fail.
I know what you are to me.
Who you are to me.
Who I am because of you,
But, there are no words that suffice,
Sufficient to the task of painting that picture,
Sharing the depth and intensity of all...
All...
You mean and are to me.
Perhaps my lack of words says more.
-----
COMPLETE ME
You did not complete me,
Make me whole.
Instead,
You stripped me,
Unveiled me,
Showed me the whole,
Entire,
Complete,
Me,
Made me look at myself, and
See what you saw,
What was there all the time.
I have always been complete,
You showed me
What the entirety of me
Truly is.
-----
IN DARKNESS
When darkness falls,
All seems senseless,
And there is no path,
You are my light,
My reason,
At your side,
The place I seek
Where I will be safe...
Forever.
-----
ONE LAST SOARING FLIGHT
One last soaring flight,
Leaving earth and care behind,
Seeking sunlight beyond the clouds,
Joined in this winged ecstasy,
By you, as tip to tip,
Our wings beat,
Higher and higher together,
Reaching to touch the sun,
And leave as one in
A golden blaze of glory,
Forever joined.
-----
SPIRIT WIND SPEAKS
Spirit wind speaks of secrets,
Known only to the moon,
And a few select elders
Of the people of the night,
Who share among themselves,
But not with mortals
A tale of two lovers,
Separated by sea and mountain,
Time and space and history,
Each lost and alone,
Who found each other.
Not with sadness,
But, with the depth of your passion,
Responding to the love
I tried so poorly to explain...
Laughter on your face,
Tears in your eyes,
Upon your dear cheeks,
Gladly, I taste
The salt of your tears,
As I kiss each one...
Each silver drop of love.
-----
WORDS FAIL
Words fail.
I know what you are to me.
Who you are to me.
Who I am because of you,
But, there are no words that suffice,
Sufficient to the task of painting that picture,
Sharing the depth and intensity of all...
All...
You mean and are to me.
Perhaps my lack of words says more.
-----
COMPLETE ME
You did not complete me,
Make me whole.
Instead,
You stripped me,
Unveiled me,
Showed me the whole,
Entire,
Complete,
Me,
Made me look at myself, and
See what you saw,
What was there all the time.
I have always been complete,
You showed me
What the entirety of me
Truly is.
-----
IN DARKNESS
When darkness falls,
All seems senseless,
And there is no path,
You are my light,
My reason,
At your side,
The place I seek
Where I will be safe...
Forever.
-----
ONE LAST SOARING FLIGHT
One last soaring flight,
Leaving earth and care behind,
Seeking sunlight beyond the clouds,
Joined in this winged ecstasy,
By you, as tip to tip,
Our wings beat,
Higher and higher together,
Reaching to touch the sun,
And leave as one in
A golden blaze of glory,
Forever joined.
-----
SPIRIT WIND SPEAKS
Spirit wind speaks of secrets,
Known only to the moon,
And a few select elders
Of the people of the night,
Who share among themselves,
But not with mortals
A tale of two lovers,
Separated by sea and mountain,
Time and space and history,
Each lost and alone,
Who found each other.
Labels: darkness, donovan baldwin, love poems, poem, poetry, short love poems, tears
Monday, January 21, 2019
SHORT LOVE POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN. January 21, 2019
THE HONEY OF YOUR LOVE
Come naked to me, Love.
Bending to me,
Open your dear lips and pour,
The sweet honey of your love
Into my mouth,
Until overflowing,
It fills and covers me,
Making love,
Your love,
A part of all of me,
Come naked to me, Love,
And spill the honey of your love,
All over me.
-----
I LOVE THIS MADNESS
I love this madness,
This world we live in,
That others cannot see,
Or hear or touch,
Cannot imagine,
For we have stepped beyond,
Where the "normal" people live,
And seen and done and felt things
Of which they can only dream,
And weep that they have not.
-----
IF EVER WE'VE MADE LOVE
If ever we've made love,
It was just now,
As you took me,
Threw me down
And stripped me,
Had your way with me,
Your words leaving me
Naked and defenseless,
Gasping with arousal
And an aching want.
Sated with climactic bliss,
And yet. desiring more...
Speak more words to me.
-----
IT HAPPENS WHEN YOU APPEAR
When you appear,
Your face,
Your words,
Just your thought,
It happens,
Beyond mere words,
Something near a growl,
Yet, not a warning...
Rolls up from my heart,
My depths you've touched,
A primal sound of lust,
Desire, want, taking,
Dominant, and yet,
Somehow...
Abject submission.
-----
I LOST THE POEMS
I lost the poems my heart was writing,
As words and images flew between us,
So strong and vibrant,
So complete and compelling
At the moment of their inception,
So, I must content myself,
With what I summon now,
But know, my Love,
What my heart wrote then
Was so much more.
Bending to me,
Open your dear lips and pour,
The sweet honey of your love
Into my mouth,
Until overflowing,
It fills and covers me,
Making love,
Your love,
A part of all of me,
Come naked to me, Love,
And spill the honey of your love,
All over me.
-----
I LOVE THIS MADNESS
I love this madness,
This world we live in,
That others cannot see,
Or hear or touch,
Cannot imagine,
For we have stepped beyond,
Where the "normal" people live,
And seen and done and felt things
Of which they can only dream,
And weep that they have not.
-----
IF EVER WE'VE MADE LOVE
If ever we've made love,
It was just now,
As you took me,
Threw me down
And stripped me,
Had your way with me,
Your words leaving me
Naked and defenseless,
Gasping with arousal
And an aching want.
Sated with climactic bliss,
And yet. desiring more...
Speak more words to me.
-----
IT HAPPENS WHEN YOU APPEAR
When you appear,
Your face,
Your words,
Just your thought,
It happens,
Beyond mere words,
Something near a growl,
Yet, not a warning...
Rolls up from my heart,
My depths you've touched,
A primal sound of lust,
Desire, want, taking,
Dominant, and yet,
Somehow...
Abject submission.
-----
I LOST THE POEMS
I lost the poems my heart was writing,
As words and images flew between us,
So strong and vibrant,
So complete and compelling
At the moment of their inception,
So, I must content myself,
With what I summon now,
But know, my Love,
What my heart wrote then
Was so much more.
Labels: donovan baldwin, love poems, poems, poetry, short love poems, short poems, words
Sunday, January 20, 2019
POEM: YOUR WORDS
By: OH
Your words feel like honey
Flowing smoothly on my skin,
Soothing my face like rain,
I lift my arms to welcome your beautiful imagery,
And bask, and bathe
In all its wonderful revelry.
Your words are my hope,
For wonderful mornings,
And enchanting moonlit evenings,
A pleasant walk in the park,
A quiet afternoon of tea,
Or just an intimate cuddle by the sea,
Your words are like magical wands,
That light up my eyes,
That bring silly smiles to my face,
Your words are IN my heart,
Etched and embedded in my deepest core,
For I know the heart that writes them,
The mind that creates them...
And sometimes, I even know the words,
Before you write them,
Because your words are written in my heart
For all time.
20190118
Flowing smoothly on my skin,
Soothing my face like rain,
I lift my arms to welcome your beautiful imagery,
And bask, and bathe
In all its wonderful revelry.
Your words are my hope,
For wonderful mornings,
And enchanting moonlit evenings,
A pleasant walk in the park,
A quiet afternoon of tea,
Or just an intimate cuddle by the sea,
Your words are like magical wands,
That light up my eyes,
That bring silly smiles to my face,
Your words are IN my heart,
Etched and embedded in my deepest core,
For I know the heart that writes them,
The mind that creates them...
And sometimes, I even know the words,
Before you write them,
Because your words are written in my heart
For all time.
20190118
Labels: honey, love, poem, poem about words, poetry, silly smiles, words
Saturday, January 19, 2019
POEM: DANCE FOR ME, SALOME
By Donovan Baldwin
Dance for me, Salome,
Move in that fabled way
As you once did for Herod,
Demanding all he had to offer,
For your reward.
As you did him,
Make me insane with lust and want,
Push me to the place,
Where all else fades,
But you...
And nothing matters,
But my dark desire for you...
Woman...
Who can rule my heart,
Capturing its beat,
Within the movements of her body,
Stirring it with,
Designs drawn with hands and arms and legs...
Illuminated by
The dark lightning of her eyes.
Define my existence,
With just a look, a word,
A move.
Dance that sinful way for me,
Show me the steps which lead
To Heaven,
Or to Hell...
Just one time.
Dance for me that way...
Salome.
Labels: body, dance, dancing, desire, donovan baldwin, Herod, lust, poem, poet, poetry, Salome, sin
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
POEM: EYES AS IF OF THE SEA
By: Donovan Baldwin
Your eyes to me, are as if of the sea,
And, I have searched their depths,
Seeking the beauty behind the beauty,
Of your sweetly smiling face,
For, within your heart,
I sensed a passionate woman,
With deeply loving thoughts,
Desires, for pleasure in a lover's arms,
Together with an everlasting love...
Satisfaction of your heart's yearning,
The completion of yourself.
Pleased and proud at what I see,
I gladly sink within them,
Feeling the warmth of your heart,
As it binds itself to mine.
And, I have searched their depths,
Seeking the beauty behind the beauty,
Of your sweetly smiling face,
For, within your heart,
I sensed a passionate woman,
With deeply loving thoughts,
Desires, for pleasure in a lover's arms,
Together with an everlasting love...
Satisfaction of your heart's yearning,
The completion of yourself.
Pleased and proud at what I see,
I gladly sink within them,
Feeling the warmth of your heart,
As it binds itself to mine.
Labels: donovan baldwin, love, loving thoughts, passionate woman, poem, poem about eyes, poem about the sea, poetry
Sunday, January 13, 2019
POEM: WHO WILL TAKE CARE OF ME WHEN I AM GONE?
By: Donovan Baldwin
Who will take care of me
When I am gone?
Who will tend the memory,
Share my words,
The story of who I was,
Or might have been?
Who will remember me
Beyond you,
For only you know me.
You will forget to share me,
When I am gone,
Only words and dust adrift,
In the sky above the sea.
When I am gone?
Who will tend the memory,
Share my words,
The story of who I was,
Or might have been?
Who will remember me
Beyond you,
For only you know me.
You will forget to share me,
When I am gone,
Only words and dust adrift,
In the sky above the sea.
Labels: death, donovan baldwin, memory, poem, poetry, remember
Saturday, January 12, 2019
POEMS: January 10, 2019
By Donovan Baldwin
POET NEVER A DANCER
A poet,
I never thought myself a dancer...
Yet,
That thought evolved,
Watching the swirling beauty,
Listening to the beat of the music,
Played for/by the ultimate performer,
Nature...
And then you came,
As, I wrote for you...
To you...
About you...
I realized...
I was dancing.
-----
FRANCE IN DARKNESS
Small French villages,
Shuttered and dark,
Sleeping as they have for centuries.
My bright eyed buzzing insect
Propels me through a place where,
In dark of night,
Time itself seems to sleep,
Yet, I have no time to tarry,
So, press on, leaving history behind,
To the Calais ferry.
-----
ICONS OF ME
Icons, logo images for me?
Pen and dumbbell.
Pen, pre computer keyboard writing instrument for making marks on paper.
Paper?
Look it up.
Old school poet.
Dumbbell?
Double meaning...
Sweaty guy lifting weights...
Old school exercise pre machines,
And,
Dumbbell...
Allegorical.
-----
THE WAY YOU KISS
I love the way your lips open,
Full, ready to be kissed,
Your tongue slides gently across,
Wetting them in anticipation,
As your heavy lidded eyes gaze into mine,
Your face turned up as
Our mouths meet,
Tongues greet,
We breathe as one,
Lost in the moment of the kiss...
-----
WORDS
Words are great,
Wonderful.
I live through my words...
Yet...
It's the sweat on my face,
The ache in my muscles,
The tiredness after
Workout or walk,
That really reminds me I'm alive...
Thinking, writing, dreaming
Are a lot of my life,
But...
So is movement, work, effort...
Pain.
-----
MR FATHER'S WEEKENDS
Weekends,
My father would play,
Records.
Operas,
Classics,
Sitting in a chair,
Mourning a lost time,
Regretting the absence, of
These old friends.
I too,
Sit, listening to the moon,
Hearing waves upon the shore,
Reaching for your hand,
Regretting your absence,
With all my heart.
-----
NO MATTER WHO I LOVE
It doesn't matter who I kiss or love.
It only matters that I do.
Don't tie me to the conventional,
Because love doesn't understand,
Or recognize,
Restrictions or rules.
Anyone can be THE one,
Right time,
Right place,
Right person,
Love,
Right?
-----
YOU WALK IN
In a quiet moment,
Poetry, soft music, and wine,
Sunset glow through the window.
You...
Walk into the room,
Clad only...
In my pajama top...
Carelessly buttoned...
Quick smile at me...
Across the room,
Straightening something on your way
To the kitchen...
Art...
Beauty...
Love.
-----
I IMAGINED YOU
I imagined you,
Long before you happened.
I wasn't surprised by you,
Just surprised that you were real.
After all, someone so perfect,
For someone as strange as me,
Would have to be imaginary...
But...
You exist.
Now...
If you only knew that I do too...
-----
NEATH THE LOVER'S MOON
Soft music fills the night,
Moonlight fills the room,
Brushing silver on your body,
It's gleaming highlights,
Dark, luminous shadows,
Sweetly glowing mounds
With deeply royal tips,
Begging to be explored,
Claimed for love,
Neath the lovers' moon,
As the music swells
To a climax.
POET NEVER A DANCER
A poet,
I never thought myself a dancer...
Yet,
That thought evolved,
Watching the swirling beauty,
Listening to the beat of the music,
Played for/by the ultimate performer,
Nature...
And then you came,
As, I wrote for you...
To you...
About you...
I realized...
I was dancing.
-----
FRANCE IN DARKNESS
Small French villages,
Shuttered and dark,
Sleeping as they have for centuries.
My bright eyed buzzing insect
Propels me through a place where,
In dark of night,
Time itself seems to sleep,
Yet, I have no time to tarry,
So, press on, leaving history behind,
To the Calais ferry.
-----
ICONS OF ME
Icons, logo images for me?
Pen and dumbbell.
Pen, pre computer keyboard writing instrument for making marks on paper.
Paper?
Look it up.
Old school poet.
Dumbbell?
Double meaning...
Sweaty guy lifting weights...
Old school exercise pre machines,
And,
Dumbbell...
Allegorical.
-----
THE WAY YOU KISS
I love the way your lips open,
Full, ready to be kissed,
Your tongue slides gently across,
Wetting them in anticipation,
As your heavy lidded eyes gaze into mine,
Your face turned up as
Our mouths meet,
Tongues greet,
We breathe as one,
Lost in the moment of the kiss...
-----
WORDS
Words are great,
Wonderful.
I live through my words...
Yet...
It's the sweat on my face,
The ache in my muscles,
The tiredness after
Workout or walk,
That really reminds me I'm alive...
Thinking, writing, dreaming
Are a lot of my life,
But...
So is movement, work, effort...
Pain.
-----
MR FATHER'S WEEKENDS
Weekends,
My father would play,
Records.
Operas,
Classics,
Sitting in a chair,
Mourning a lost time,
Regretting the absence, of
These old friends.
I too,
Sit, listening to the moon,
Hearing waves upon the shore,
Reaching for your hand,
Regretting your absence,
With all my heart.
-----
NO MATTER WHO I LOVE
It doesn't matter who I kiss or love.
It only matters that I do.
Don't tie me to the conventional,
Because love doesn't understand,
Or recognize,
Restrictions or rules.
Anyone can be THE one,
Right time,
Right place,
Right person,
Love,
Right?
-----
YOU WALK IN
In a quiet moment,
Poetry, soft music, and wine,
Sunset glow through the window.
You...
Walk into the room,
Clad only...
In my pajama top...
Carelessly buttoned...
Quick smile at me...
Across the room,
Straightening something on your way
To the kitchen...
Art...
Beauty...
Love.
-----
I IMAGINED YOU
I imagined you,
Long before you happened.
I wasn't surprised by you,
Just surprised that you were real.
After all, someone so perfect,
For someone as strange as me,
Would have to be imaginary...
But...
You exist.
Now...
If you only knew that I do too...
-----
NEATH THE LOVER'S MOON
Soft music fills the night,
Moonlight fills the room,
Brushing silver on your body,
It's gleaming highlights,
Dark, luminous shadows,
Sweetly glowing mounds
With deeply royal tips,
Begging to be explored,
Claimed for love,
Neath the lovers' moon,
As the music swells
To a climax.
Labels: dance, donovan baldwin, France, poems, poetry, you
Wednesday, January 09, 2019
POEMS: January 9, 2019
By: Donovan Baldwin
DANCE FOR ME, SALOME
Dance for me Salome,
Move as you did for Herod.
Drive me insane with want,
Push me to the place,
Where all else fades,
Nothing matters,
But my desire for the woman,
Who can rule my heart,
Define my existence,
With just a look, a word,
A move.
Dance that way for me,
Just one time.
-----
THE MOVEMENTS OF HER BODY
With the movements of her body,
She can kill a man,
Or...
Make him want to live forever...
-----
GYPSY DANCER SUNRISE
When scarlet and gold
Of sunrise or sunset is just right,
I can smell a campfire,
Hear the cry of plaintive violins,
The claps and cries of the dancer,
As she whirls, her brightly decorated skirts
Flaring, sharing the exciting beauty
Of night, fire, music,
And her dance.
-----
CALLIOPE
Calliope,
A wondrous word,
Which, by its sound produces
Image of a mystic lady,
In flowing robe,
And...
Somewhere in the darkness of
The woods behind her,
A flute...
Played by skillful hand,
Perhaps...
By Pan himself.
-----
SEDUCTION
She seduced me...
Walked into my life,
Was who she was,
And, without trying,
Made me fall in love with
The reality,
The totality
Of her...
Not her fault,
She cannot help being
The woman she is,
Any more than I,
Can help loving her...
The woman that she is.
-----
I MUST TOUCH YOU
Can't help myself...
I MUST touch you,
With my hands,
With my body,
Each contact of flesh to flesh,
Electric,
Sending and receiving messages
That say "I love you..."
Again and again,
In a thousand words
In multiple languages
That the body can speak
Touching every possible way.
-----
FAVORITE SEXUAL POSITION?
My favorite sexual position?
"Yes."
That's always the best position to take.
Of course,
"More... please..."
Is a nice one too.
It's important to take a position you believe in...
And stick to it.
-----
SHE CAME AROUND THE CORNER
You never know
Who's going to walk around
The next corner of your life...
Could be the one
You've been waiting for,
The one who makes it all...
Worthwhile...
Finally...
Of course,
It CAN be a LONG wait.
But,
You never know...
Maybe today...
-----
FADED MEMORY
So long past,
That even memories of the memory,
Started to fade...
When...
A woman I had imagined
And given up on,
Walked in,
Sat down,
And listened.
Too late?
Maybe not.
Is "ever" too late?
Not as long as I am still alive.
DANCE FOR ME, SALOME
Dance for me Salome,
Move as you did for Herod.
Drive me insane with want,
Push me to the place,
Where all else fades,
Nothing matters,
But my desire for the woman,
Who can rule my heart,
Define my existence,
With just a look, a word,
A move.
Dance that way for me,
Just one time.
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THE MOVEMENTS OF HER BODY
With the movements of her body,
She can kill a man,
Or...
Make him want to live forever...
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GYPSY DANCER SUNRISE
When scarlet and gold
Of sunrise or sunset is just right,
I can smell a campfire,
Hear the cry of plaintive violins,
The claps and cries of the dancer,
As she whirls, her brightly decorated skirts
Flaring, sharing the exciting beauty
Of night, fire, music,
And her dance.
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CALLIOPE
Calliope,
A wondrous word,
Which, by its sound produces
Image of a mystic lady,
In flowing robe,
And...
Somewhere in the darkness of
The woods behind her,
A flute...
Played by skillful hand,
Perhaps...
By Pan himself.
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SEDUCTION
She seduced me...
Walked into my life,
Was who she was,
And, without trying,
Made me fall in love with
The reality,
The totality
Of her...
Not her fault,
She cannot help being
The woman she is,
Any more than I,
Can help loving her...
The woman that she is.
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I MUST TOUCH YOU
Can't help myself...
I MUST touch you,
With my hands,
With my body,
Each contact of flesh to flesh,
Electric,
Sending and receiving messages
That say "I love you..."
Again and again,
In a thousand words
In multiple languages
That the body can speak
Touching every possible way.
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FAVORITE SEXUAL POSITION?
My favorite sexual position?
"Yes."
That's always the best position to take.
Of course,
"More... please..."
Is a nice one too.
It's important to take a position you believe in...
And stick to it.
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SHE CAME AROUND THE CORNER
You never know
Who's going to walk around
The next corner of your life...
Could be the one
You've been waiting for,
The one who makes it all...
Worthwhile...
Finally...
Of course,
It CAN be a LONG wait.
But,
You never know...
Maybe today...
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FADED MEMORY
So long past,
That even memories of the memory,
Started to fade...
When...
A woman I had imagined
And given up on,
Walked in,
Sat down,
And listened.
Too late?
Maybe not.
Is "ever" too late?
Not as long as I am still alive.
Labels: Calliope, dance, donovan baldwin, gypsy, love poems, Pan, poem, poetry, Salome
Monday, January 07, 2019
POEM: WHAT IS OUR DANCE?
By: Donovan Baldwin
What is our dance?
A waltz, foxtrot, tango...
It matters not
Tempo or step
As long as you and I are partners,
Within each other's arms,
Within each other's heart,
Locked in happy embrace,
Lost to the world,
But for the music
Of life's dance,
And each other.
January 7, 2019
A waltz, foxtrot, tango...
It matters not
Tempo or step
As long as you and I are partners,
Within each other's arms,
Within each other's heart,
Locked in happy embrace,
Lost to the world,
But for the music
Of life's dance,
And each other.
January 7, 2019
Labels: camille claudel, dance, happy, poem, poetry, the waltz, waltz
