Sunday, December 22, 2019
POEM: DREAMS PASS FROM THE NIGHT
By Donovan Baldwin
Dreams pass from the night,
Cross seas and miles,
Passing through every obstacle
Between separated lovers
As fingertips touch cheeks,
Tears are kissed away,
Lips touch lips most fervently,
Hands are held in quiet strolls,
For lovers' honest dreams,
Conquer all but sad reality.
Art: Sleeping Nude 1858 by Gustave Courbet
Poetry Copyright 2019 By Donovan Baldwin
Cross seas and miles,
Passing through every obstacle
Between separated lovers
As fingertips touch cheeks,
Tears are kissed away,
Lips touch lips most fervently,
Hands are held in quiet strolls,
For lovers' honest dreams,
Conquer all but sad reality.
Art: Sleeping Nude 1858 by Gustave Courbet
Poetry Copyright 2019 By Donovan Baldwin
Labels: donovan baldwin, dreams, kiss, lips, poem, poetry, reality, separated lovers
Saturday, December 14, 2019
POETRY AND HAIKU BY DONOVAN BALDWIN NOVEMBER 16 - NOVEMBER 30, 2019
SATURDAY 20191116
*she's a small icon
image of love's deity
always within reach
*dipped in her honey
lips dripping love's sweet potion
guiltless festival
*mountains rise and fall
nicely capped with rosy rock
breathless exertion
*playful wind stirs grass
as breath rushes through her reeds
i will drink my fill
*sappho at my side
beauty of so many kinds
we choose to love all
SUNDAY 20191117
*shorter grew the days
and winter was upon us
you were always spring
*my coffee is hot
sun peeps over horizon
and my words begin
*the beauty i crave
never painted or powdered
natural woman
*touching her the way
moonlight drawn upon her skin
turns her into art
figure in shadow
forever lover in mist
film noir of lost love
*open wide your words
welcome me into your mind
pour love over me
*her wordless demands
each need fulfilled with pleasure
guttural reward
-----
Current "knowledge" should never be thought of as beyond challenge. This acceptance of questioning orthodoxy as a valid intellectual or scientific pursuit, however, should not be presumed to imply that current knowledge is wrong, incorrect, or outdated.
Challenges to knowledge sometimes may improve, strengthen, or prove the authenticity and validity of that knowledge.
Learning in what ways knowledge, or even belief, may be challenged, or accepted, can lead to a better understanding of why and how we believe or understand, and how to defend them and fit them into our lives.
-----
*read me poetry
most erotic you can find
as i show you love
*i know what you did
sweet sin and how tired your smile
after you cried out
*she never says stop
we both know the kind of love
without boundaries
*warmed by her body
within her soft strong welcome
embraced by her love
*kisses you can't feel
yet feel all the way inside
kisses always there
*removing it all
she bares and reveals herself
body mind and soul
*i stroll her pathway
touching her gentle nature
absorbing her love
*with our hearts afire
we will light and warm the night
brightly together
*do not be afraid
i recognize your beauty
praise and love your soul
-----
The place is lost,
An unmarked grave
Where lies a little girl.
No headstone,
The small mound of dirt,
Returned to level
Grassy earth.
We walked to the back
The corner to the right,
I remember that much,
But, all has faded,
And, she, sister,
Born too soon
Sleeps without visitors,
But is remembered.
(My sister, Katherine Elizabeth Baldwin, born prematurely 1949, only lived one day.)
----
*dancing in moon glow
silver body weaving her spell
on the one she's claimed
MONDAY 20191118
*an awesome tango
horizontally performed
ending with a dip
*my sleeping lover
rocked to slow deep breaths i take
her head on my chest
*lost in crashing waves
swept up by nature's demands
gasping on the shore
*blossom in the dark
beauty known by touch and taste...
by the song she sings
*learned more watching her
than from gray's anatomy
and she never knew
*it's not really sin
two lovers committed to
true carnal delight
*let's read poetry
entwined so physically
we two become one
*we three so well met
lovers in combinations
you, me, poetry
-----
We walk hand in hand in hand
Lovers stepping together
Boldly into a world
Which cannot understand
The combinations
And permutations,
Which we,
Strange creatures,
Exchanging kisses
And caresses,
Without reservation,
See only as
Variations on
A common theme of love.
-----
Don't want to change the world,
Not seeking for acceptance,
But, I am who I am,
Must be what I must be,
Not hiding behind
A pretense of a person
I really don't wish to be,
Hoping that at least a few
Will recognize I've stepped
Beyond curiosity,
To become my own reality.
------
I understand your fear,
Or your uncertainty,
For, once I was you,
And the reaction
To difference,
To strangeness,
Is natural and human,
Yet, someone once
Built me a bridge, and,
Having seen the other side,
Can never go back
To the single person
I was before.
-----
I walk like a ninja,
Or, perhaps, a ballerino,
Stepping delicately
In counterpoint to
My natural
All-American male,
Mountain man,
Walk, yet, perhaps
Not so strange, for,
To eat,
To survive,
A mountain man,
Had to move like
A ghost
Through the woods,
To evade the foe,
And find his food.
-----
*just want to make love
lie with you in the moonlight
create memories
TUESDAY 20191118
*her deep energy
visible on the surface
breaking all her bonds
*prepared for pleasure
stripped and bare she waits alone
her own best lover
*carve soft marble
give it her curves and her shape
never as lovely
*you began as lust
now i need you every way
you have become love
*moon spreads her blanket
silver cover on the ground
for lovers' pleasure
-----
Sunshine is a tide,
A golden flood,
With ebb and flow,
Rising at dawn,
Ebbing at dusk,
But moonlight,
Ah, moonlight,
My quiet friend,
Is a still comfort,
A loving blanket,
Which remains
Spreading its comfort
Throughout the night.
-----
WEDNESDAY 20191120
*put me in my place
gather me up, take me in
join us together
*her whispered love songs,
rise, aria's crescendo,
signalling climax
*je t'aime mi amor
the french strange upon my tongue
speaks so well of love
*your arms around me
drawing me closer until
just love's between us
-----
Black clouds at sunset,
Wispy calligraphy,
Against a golden
Western sky,
Read the same
From left to right,
Or right to left,
A mighty message,
Read by dreamers
And slightly mad poets,
Who can see such things,
And understand them.
-----
*in this breathless night
giggles, whispers, and laughter
playful like children
-----
I live in a land of dreams,
Pursuing shadows of
Fantasies of
Past and future,
Seeking beauty
And truth...
Not always the same,
But equally important
To my heart and mind,
Yet, upon my quest,
Diverted and detained
By folk and images,
I wish not to allow
To disrupt
My imaginary
Existence,
So real to me.
-----
*lie so still for me
teach me your deepest desires
our little secret
*i'll be your refuge
from life's troubles and its fears
and you will be mine
*dawn's kiss is so sweet
but i must say that i've learned
your lips are sweeter
*held within your arms
i desire your caresses
surrender to you
*we two lovers write
of romance using our own
plots and dialogue
-----
I see faces in the clouds,
Hear hear stories on the wind,
Knowing you can see
And hear them too,
For the wind once spoke with you,
And, moving on about the world,
Passed the message along,
In the winds
Which push the cloud portraits about,
Until its story can be spoken
As I look up and see your face,
In the soft billows in the sky.
-----
*sunset on the bay
soft ripples of gold and blue
one gull company
-----
If there be an idol in my home,
Upon my shelf an ancient tome,
I almost daily stoop to peruse,
The thoughts within this book, my muse,
Or, at least, the one that I can view,
But, most inspiration comes from you.
-----
*turn your soft pages
read your sweetest parts held close
in the fading light
*silver skinned goddess
beckoning in the moonlight...
immortality
THURSDAY 20191121
*touches tantalize
careful caresses converge
pulsating pleasure
*did you love someone
i'm glad you've sweet memories
but now please be mine
FRIDAY 20191122
My favorite love story,
Tale of you and me,
Written, read, and re-read,
Again and again,
Each time your words appear,
The thought of you,
Behind my daily moments
Assumes its brilliance,
Blinding and reminding,
Me of the beauty,
We have come to share,
Through words and thought.
-----
*fingers mark the place
separating the pages
you wish me to read
*sweet forbidden fruit
tempting beyond the garden
it's my task to tend
*listen with your eyes
my words spoken in your mind
poems made feeling
*hold me hold me tight
cuddle close share warmth with me
breathe into my heart
*you're pressed against me
with tight embrace from behind
i kiss your warm neck
*tears streak down my cheek
as i read your life story
begin revisions
*between halting words
fill gaps with understanding
of my love's meanings
*she gasps breathlessly
her desires and promises
again and again
*much too far apart
all plans thwarted by distance
joined by our desires
*you make me write things
dreams and pretty poetry
as you share your mind
*so dignified she's
perfectly at ease on knees
and happy to please
SATURDAY 20191123
all the lovely words
i strive to weave together
in describing you
-----
If I could dream
But one more time,
The thrilling dreams
A young man knew,
Before the world so
Wearied him,
Shook him out,
Dried him in
The hot sun of life,
I would go back into
The deepest fantasy,
Most romantic love
I ever dreamed
To find you,
Hold you,
Forever.
-----
These crackling leaves beneath my feet,
The present evidence of this Autumn,
This here and now,
Transport me back across days and years,
Across oceans unto foreign lands,
Which somehow seem now so much like home,
For their leaves, I've learned
Spoke the same crinkled words in my ears,
No matter where I was,
Or will be.
-----
*be my painted love
sit naked in model's pose
i'll draw with my words
-----
*no matter how low
i know she's there beside me
lifting me back up
*pages of one book
we two are a love story
written by the gods
-----
What power has the moon within itself?
Existing, a cold colorless stone, often dark as night,
Hanging inconspicuously in distant space,
Black on black, yet, reflecting sun's distant rays,
It becomes a bright night jewel in the ebony sky,
Beloved of lovers, sharing its borrowed light,
In another way, changing hot fire to cold light.
Through some strange alchemy it transmutes,
Day's unrare gold into night's sacred silver,
Sorcerer's substance through arcane powers
Turning all it touches mystically wondrous.
-----
*my eyes burn deeply
exposing most naked thoughts
making us both smile
SUNDAY 20191124
Footsteps stir the leaves,
Some leaping up
In the wind,
As if to catch my attention.
In their whispers I hear
A loving voice,
In their patterns I see
The gentle, wistful smile,
Of someone so far away,
A loving voice,
Whispering to me,
In the passing of
The fallen leaves,
That we are together,
Even when so far apart.
-----
*closing of my day
shadow of night encroaches
gobbling up the light
*i can't help myself
my thoughts turn to you each day
without my asking
*i feel your touch
as your words and mine hold hands
strolling in the world
*open wide your gate
guide me into your garden
obey our natures
*never so wondrous
garden of a thousand blooms
your one is enough
*fall asleep with me
in your mind echoes of words
that i wrote for you
*soft silken petals
the skirts of her blushing rose
spread beneath my breeze
-----
If the wind should pass by me
Whispering its usual tales
Should I listen for your words?
Will you send me messages,
By breeze and sun and moon?
Have the stars spell out
The love story that is
Natural and nature to us as
The rest of earth,
The universe and all?
-----
*your innocent dance
naive seduction with words
sincere shared desires
MONDAY 20191125
*just wear your smile love
shy timid i trust you smile
that's more than enough
*no smooth young girls please
for me the textured woman
ripened on the bush
*yes a chilly day
but the rising of her skin
caused by soft caress
*her sweet ripened fruit
savory juices dripping
my sinful delight
*i drink from love's well
with its warm waters flowing
as if to bathe me
*warm wine flavored lips
hers to mine the tastes we share
flowing between us
-----
Standing alone beneath the moon,
As the night wind begins
To sing its evensong,
Reciting tales of
Lovers past
And yet to come,
Such ones as you and I,
Who have pledged our love
Despite the distances between us.
-----
From the forges of the Middle Ages,
Born in flame and glowing steel,
Came the armor and the art
Of that time, both dipped in blood,
For, to be an artist, could be
A form of death warrant,
The skill of the craftsman's hands,
In either case deciding fate,
Of poet and armored prince,
Tales of daring and loving,
Young and old and high and low,
Bound together by sword and pen.
-----
How ancient are the arts of love?
What cave maiden first enticed
Her bear skin covered hunter,
With the sway of hip
The thrust of breast,
Lift of lip,
Beside a smoky fire,
In a dimly lit cave,
As, from some darkened corner,
Came the sounds
Of what they too
Were about to do?
-----
TUESDAY 20191126
*her flower blooms best
love's caress and tender kiss
in succulent warmth
(alternate)
*rosy bloom tended
love's caress and tender kiss
in succulent warmth
*reveal your true self
expose innocent desires
slip into my heart
-----
She wanders through the night,
Flowers, twinkling stars,
Clutched in her unseen hands,
Lady Moon, smiling to herself,
And at all we lovers below.
I remember her loving lullaby,
Silver susurration of sound,
Softly sibilant as was the snow
Whispering through evening air,
Brushing branches in its fall,
In another place and time...
A memory of mine.
-----
*beating waves raise us
you and i lifted up tossed
dropped upon the shore
*my touch says much more
than all words at my command
one touch... you would know
WEDNESDAY 20191127
*i ache to touch
one who lives so far away
if but with my mind
*i drink your hot words
feel the warmth in my belly
spreading throughout me
*ribbons of desire
so gaily wrapped about us
gift for all seasons
*we read love poems
cursive script on old parchment
with candles and wine
*lady godiva
riding naked through the town
bareback you might say
*if i had found you
in some other place and time
would i loved like this?
*master of the feast
caught up in festivities
appetites sated
*your past means little
i love you as you are now
woman you became
*one dear gentle thorn
hard guard within her petals
its prick ecstasy
-----
In morning cold beside the pond,
Reflecting on old memories,
Lingering sounds of old songs,
Soft as dust on the wind,
Voices singing forgotten tunes,
To the music of instruments,
Only I can hear,
Or, perhaps, only the cries,
Of wild birds on the wing.
-----
*i always see you
even when you think i don't
i can't not see you
*i will unwrap you
my special holiday gift
for hours of pleasure
THURSDAY (THANKSGIVING) 20191128
Gray light paints
Rain wet streets,
Slowly illuminating,
Turning shadows
Into trees,
Moons into streetlamps,
Fancies and fantasies,
Into dreams, which,
As they must,
Fade before reality,
As I watch the rain wet street
Outside my window,
And wonder why
You're not here with me.
-----
*should we be normal
what fun would that be for us
on the beach at dawn
under one blanket
kissing touching lovingly
watching the sun rise
driven by the surf
pounding on the shore to our
mutual pleasure
three sequential haiku telling a short, very short, story
-----
*rival of the wind
love's swift travel heart to heart
two falcons in flight
*too lonely the nights
moon only able to shine
upon distant loves
*footsteps in my mind
phantom touches i dream of
all that i can claim
-----
Give names to the dead.
Do not merely erect monuments
Of blank hard granite,
And, carve thereon,
Letters spelling names
Of those who have
Marched the last march,
Gone down beneath
That lonesome bugle's call,
And the last slow
Salute of comrades.,
Give names to the dead,
Call them brother and sister,
And remember them
As they were
As they would want
To be remembered,
Proud and prepared
To do their duty
As they had promised.
Make that their monument,
And never forget.
-----
*the touch of soft silk
caresses your skin conceals
and also reveals
*cold wet and hungry
deep thirst and burned by the sun
i did my duty
FRIDAY 20191129
*rest your head on me
hear a message a love song
within my heartbeats
-----
Connections are so strange.
Walking on a cold morning,
I smell wood smoke.
Someone nearby has a fire in their fireplace.
I look at chimneys seeking the smoke,
And, though I see no smoke,
I see all the other fireplaces
I have sat before.
My boyhood home in Florida.
Another where I sat one night,
Smoking cigarettes,
Drinking beer, and...
Writing poetry.
Several in homes now far behind me,
With their memories...
Some good, some bad,
But mine.
Memories made of chimneys
And anonymous
Wood smoke.
-----
*read me as you will
my words only show my thoughts
you must hear with yours
*touching with my gaze
stripping away the veneer
see you as you are
*i hand you coffee
fingers touch for a moment
that i'll remember
*our language of love
it doesn't always have words
yet uses lips and tongue
-----
Unlike the leaves of fall,
Our past selves do not
Return vibrant and new,
With the passing of the seasons.
Nor, like the leaves of the book,
Can we return to earlier chapters,
But in memory.
We can only be
As new as we are each day,
Read our story,
Write the next chapter,
Shine in our present glory.
-----
SATURDAY 20191130
*walking concrete streets
i return to beach and woods
with each of my steps
-----
In the evening air
Of a Florida long ago,
Mr. Nicholson's beagles bark,
A cat or other animal disturbing them,
The sound through the open windows,
Into the quiet living room
Of my boyhood
As I sit with my father.
Dogs and Mr. Nicholson,
And my father,
Long gone,
Except in my memory.
-----
*i don't ask for much
the most i ever desire
to make you happy
*never deny you
completion of your desires
always at your side
*if a voice calls you
from a place within your dreams
please believe it's mine
-----
Lights of the night are
Lost in the bright of day.
Sun, which lit earth's satellite,
Extinguishes her at birth,
Too jealous to share sky
With moon or other lights,
Though they are there,
To small and afraid
To compete with
That imperious star.
-----
*a blushing blossom
luring the unsuspecting
bedewed with honey
-----
*i'll sip from your cup
love's warm elixir called forth
by our passion's heat
-----
*climb up the tower
seek your lover at its top
then return to earth
-----
Copyright December 2019 by Donovan Baldwin
*she's a small icon
image of love's deity
always within reach
lips dripping love's sweet potion
guiltless festival
*mountains rise and fall
nicely capped with rosy rock
breathless exertion
*playful wind stirs grass
as breath rushes through her reeds
i will drink my fill
*sappho at my side
beauty of so many kinds
we choose to love all
SUNDAY 20191117
*shorter grew the days
and winter was upon us
you were always spring
*my coffee is hot
sun peeps over horizon
and my words begin
*the beauty i crave
never painted or powdered
natural woman
*touching her the way
moonlight drawn upon her skin
turns her into art
figure in shadow
forever lover in mist
film noir of lost love
*open wide your words
welcome me into your mind
pour love over me
*her wordless demands
each need fulfilled with pleasure
guttural reward
-----
Current "knowledge" should never be thought of as beyond challenge. This acceptance of questioning orthodoxy as a valid intellectual or scientific pursuit, however, should not be presumed to imply that current knowledge is wrong, incorrect, or outdated.
Challenges to knowledge sometimes may improve, strengthen, or prove the authenticity and validity of that knowledge.
Learning in what ways knowledge, or even belief, may be challenged, or accepted, can lead to a better understanding of why and how we believe or understand, and how to defend them and fit them into our lives.
-----
*read me poetry
most erotic you can find
as i show you love
*i know what you did
sweet sin and how tired your smile
after you cried out
*she never says stop
we both know the kind of love
without boundaries
*warmed by her body
within her soft strong welcome
embraced by her love
*kisses you can't feel
yet feel all the way inside
kisses always there
*removing it all
she bares and reveals herself
body mind and soul
*i stroll her pathway
touching her gentle nature
absorbing her love
*with our hearts afire
we will light and warm the night
brightly together
*do not be afraid
i recognize your beauty
praise and love your soul
-----
The place is lost,
An unmarked grave
Where lies a little girl.
No headstone,
The small mound of dirt,
Returned to level
Grassy earth.
We walked to the back
The corner to the right,
I remember that much,
But, all has faded,
And, she, sister,
Born too soon
Sleeps without visitors,
But is remembered.
(My sister, Katherine Elizabeth Baldwin, born prematurely 1949, only lived one day.)
----
*dancing in moon glow
silver body weaving her spell
on the one she's claimed
MONDAY 20191118
*an awesome tango
horizontally performed
ending with a dip
*my sleeping lover
rocked to slow deep breaths i take
her head on my chest
*lost in crashing waves
swept up by nature's demands
gasping on the shore
*blossom in the dark
beauty known by touch and taste...
by the song she sings
*learned more watching her
than from gray's anatomy
and she never knew
*it's not really sin
two lovers committed to
true carnal delight
*let's read poetry
entwined so physically
we two become one
*we three so well met
lovers in combinations
you, me, poetry
-----
We walk hand in hand in hand
Lovers stepping together
Boldly into a world
Which cannot understand
The combinations
And permutations,
Which we,
Strange creatures,
Exchanging kisses
And caresses,
Without reservation,
See only as
Variations on
A common theme of love.
-----
Don't want to change the world,
Not seeking for acceptance,
But, I am who I am,
Must be what I must be,
Not hiding behind
A pretense of a person
I really don't wish to be,
Hoping that at least a few
Will recognize I've stepped
Beyond curiosity,
To become my own reality.
------
I understand your fear,
Or your uncertainty,
For, once I was you,
And the reaction
To difference,
To strangeness,
Is natural and human,
Yet, someone once
Built me a bridge, and,
Having seen the other side,
Can never go back
To the single person
I was before.
-----
I walk like a ninja,
Or, perhaps, a ballerino,
Stepping delicately
In counterpoint to
My natural
All-American male,
Mountain man,
Walk, yet, perhaps
Not so strange, for,
To eat,
To survive,
A mountain man,
Had to move like
A ghost
Through the woods,
To evade the foe,
And find his food.
-----
*just want to make love
lie with you in the moonlight
create memories
TUESDAY 20191118
*her deep energy
visible on the surface
breaking all her bonds
*prepared for pleasure
stripped and bare she waits alone
her own best lover
*carve soft marble
give it her curves and her shape
never as lovely
*you began as lust
now i need you every way
you have become love
*moon spreads her blanket
silver cover on the ground
for lovers' pleasure
-----
Sunshine is a tide,
A golden flood,
With ebb and flow,
Rising at dawn,
Ebbing at dusk,
But moonlight,
Ah, moonlight,
My quiet friend,
Is a still comfort,
A loving blanket,
Which remains
Spreading its comfort
Throughout the night.
-----
WEDNESDAY 20191120
*put me in my place
gather me up, take me in
join us together
*her whispered love songs,
rise, aria's crescendo,
signalling climax
*je t'aime mi amor
the french strange upon my tongue
speaks so well of love
*your arms around me
drawing me closer until
just love's between us
-----
Black clouds at sunset,
Wispy calligraphy,
Against a golden
Western sky,
Read the same
From left to right,
Or right to left,
A mighty message,
Read by dreamers
And slightly mad poets,
Who can see such things,
And understand them.
-----
*in this breathless night
giggles, whispers, and laughter
playful like children
-----
I live in a land of dreams,
Pursuing shadows of
Fantasies of
Past and future,
Seeking beauty
And truth...
Not always the same,
But equally important
To my heart and mind,
Yet, upon my quest,
Diverted and detained
By folk and images,
I wish not to allow
To disrupt
My imaginary
Existence,
So real to me.
-----
*lie so still for me
teach me your deepest desires
our little secret
*i'll be your refuge
from life's troubles and its fears
and you will be mine
*dawn's kiss is so sweet
but i must say that i've learned
your lips are sweeter
*held within your arms
i desire your caresses
surrender to you
*we two lovers write
of romance using our own
plots and dialogue
-----
I see faces in the clouds,
Hear hear stories on the wind,
Knowing you can see
And hear them too,
For the wind once spoke with you,
And, moving on about the world,
Passed the message along,
In the winds
Which push the cloud portraits about,
Until its story can be spoken
As I look up and see your face,
In the soft billows in the sky.
-----
*sunset on the bay
soft ripples of gold and blue
one gull company
-----
If there be an idol in my home,
Upon my shelf an ancient tome,
I almost daily stoop to peruse,
The thoughts within this book, my muse,
Or, at least, the one that I can view,
But, most inspiration comes from you.
-----
*turn your soft pages
read your sweetest parts held close
in the fading light
*silver skinned goddess
beckoning in the moonlight...
immortality
THURSDAY 20191121
*touches tantalize
careful caresses converge
pulsating pleasure
*did you love someone
i'm glad you've sweet memories
but now please be mine
FRIDAY 20191122
My favorite love story,
Tale of you and me,
Written, read, and re-read,
Again and again,
Each time your words appear,
The thought of you,
Behind my daily moments
Assumes its brilliance,
Blinding and reminding,
Me of the beauty,
We have come to share,
Through words and thought.
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*fingers mark the place
separating the pages
you wish me to read
*sweet forbidden fruit
tempting beyond the garden
it's my task to tend
*listen with your eyes
my words spoken in your mind
poems made feeling
*hold me hold me tight
cuddle close share warmth with me
breathe into my heart
*you're pressed against me
with tight embrace from behind
i kiss your warm neck
*tears streak down my cheek
as i read your life story
begin revisions
*between halting words
fill gaps with understanding
of my love's meanings
*she gasps breathlessly
her desires and promises
again and again
*much too far apart
all plans thwarted by distance
joined by our desires
*you make me write things
dreams and pretty poetry
as you share your mind
*so dignified she's
perfectly at ease on knees
and happy to please
SATURDAY 20191123
all the lovely words
i strive to weave together
in describing you
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If I could dream
But one more time,
The thrilling dreams
A young man knew,
Before the world so
Wearied him,
Shook him out,
Dried him in
The hot sun of life,
I would go back into
The deepest fantasy,
Most romantic love
I ever dreamed
To find you,
Hold you,
Forever.
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These crackling leaves beneath my feet,
The present evidence of this Autumn,
This here and now,
Transport me back across days and years,
Across oceans unto foreign lands,
Which somehow seem now so much like home,
For their leaves, I've learned
Spoke the same crinkled words in my ears,
No matter where I was,
Or will be.
-----
*be my painted love
sit naked in model's pose
i'll draw with my words
-----
*no matter how low
i know she's there beside me
lifting me back up
*pages of one book
we two are a love story
written by the gods
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What power has the moon within itself?
Existing, a cold colorless stone, often dark as night,
Hanging inconspicuously in distant space,
Black on black, yet, reflecting sun's distant rays,
It becomes a bright night jewel in the ebony sky,
Beloved of lovers, sharing its borrowed light,
In another way, changing hot fire to cold light.
Through some strange alchemy it transmutes,
Day's unrare gold into night's sacred silver,
Sorcerer's substance through arcane powers
Turning all it touches mystically wondrous.
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*my eyes burn deeply
exposing most naked thoughts
making us both smile
SUNDAY 20191124
Footsteps stir the leaves,
Some leaping up
In the wind,
As if to catch my attention.
In their whispers I hear
A loving voice,
In their patterns I see
The gentle, wistful smile,
Of someone so far away,
A loving voice,
Whispering to me,
In the passing of
The fallen leaves,
That we are together,
Even when so far apart.
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*closing of my day
shadow of night encroaches
gobbling up the light
*i can't help myself
my thoughts turn to you each day
without my asking
*i feel your touch
as your words and mine hold hands
strolling in the world
*open wide your gate
guide me into your garden
obey our natures
*never so wondrous
garden of a thousand blooms
your one is enough
*fall asleep with me
in your mind echoes of words
that i wrote for you
*soft silken petals
the skirts of her blushing rose
spread beneath my breeze
-----
If the wind should pass by me
Whispering its usual tales
Should I listen for your words?
Will you send me messages,
By breeze and sun and moon?
Have the stars spell out
The love story that is
Natural and nature to us as
The rest of earth,
The universe and all?
-----
*your innocent dance
naive seduction with words
sincere shared desires
MONDAY 20191125
*just wear your smile love
shy timid i trust you smile
that's more than enough
*no smooth young girls please
for me the textured woman
ripened on the bush
*yes a chilly day
but the rising of her skin
caused by soft caress
*her sweet ripened fruit
savory juices dripping
my sinful delight
*i drink from love's well
with its warm waters flowing
as if to bathe me
*warm wine flavored lips
hers to mine the tastes we share
flowing between us
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Standing alone beneath the moon,
As the night wind begins
To sing its evensong,
Reciting tales of
Lovers past
And yet to come,
Such ones as you and I,
Who have pledged our love
Despite the distances between us.
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From the forges of the Middle Ages,
Born in flame and glowing steel,
Came the armor and the art
Of that time, both dipped in blood,
For, to be an artist, could be
A form of death warrant,
The skill of the craftsman's hands,
In either case deciding fate,
Of poet and armored prince,
Tales of daring and loving,
Young and old and high and low,
Bound together by sword and pen.
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How ancient are the arts of love?
What cave maiden first enticed
Her bear skin covered hunter,
With the sway of hip
The thrust of breast,
Lift of lip,
Beside a smoky fire,
In a dimly lit cave,
As, from some darkened corner,
Came the sounds
Of what they too
Were about to do?
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TUESDAY 20191126
*her flower blooms best
love's caress and tender kiss
in succulent warmth
(alternate)
*rosy bloom tended
love's caress and tender kiss
in succulent warmth
*reveal your true self
expose innocent desires
slip into my heart
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She wanders through the night,
Flowers, twinkling stars,
Clutched in her unseen hands,
Lady Moon, smiling to herself,
And at all we lovers below.
I remember her loving lullaby,
Silver susurration of sound,
Softly sibilant as was the snow
Whispering through evening air,
Brushing branches in its fall,
In another place and time...
A memory of mine.
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*beating waves raise us
you and i lifted up tossed
dropped upon the shore
*my touch says much more
than all words at my command
one touch... you would know
WEDNESDAY 20191127
*i ache to touch
one who lives so far away
if but with my mind
*i drink your hot words
feel the warmth in my belly
spreading throughout me
*ribbons of desire
so gaily wrapped about us
gift for all seasons
*we read love poems
cursive script on old parchment
with candles and wine
*lady godiva
riding naked through the town
bareback you might say
*if i had found you
in some other place and time
would i loved like this?
*master of the feast
caught up in festivities
appetites sated
*your past means little
i love you as you are now
woman you became
*one dear gentle thorn
hard guard within her petals
its prick ecstasy
-----
In morning cold beside the pond,
Reflecting on old memories,
Lingering sounds of old songs,
Soft as dust on the wind,
Voices singing forgotten tunes,
To the music of instruments,
Only I can hear,
Or, perhaps, only the cries,
Of wild birds on the wing.
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*i always see you
even when you think i don't
i can't not see you
*i will unwrap you
my special holiday gift
for hours of pleasure
THURSDAY (THANKSGIVING) 20191128
Gray light paints
Rain wet streets,
Slowly illuminating,
Turning shadows
Into trees,
Moons into streetlamps,
Fancies and fantasies,
Into dreams, which,
As they must,
Fade before reality,
As I watch the rain wet street
Outside my window,
And wonder why
You're not here with me.
-----
*should we be normal
what fun would that be for us
on the beach at dawn
under one blanket
kissing touching lovingly
watching the sun rise
driven by the surf
pounding on the shore to our
mutual pleasure
-----
*rival of the wind
love's swift travel heart to heart
two falcons in flight
*too lonely the nights
moon only able to shine
upon distant loves
*footsteps in my mind
phantom touches i dream of
all that i can claim
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Give names to the dead.
Do not merely erect monuments
Of blank hard granite,
And, carve thereon,
Letters spelling names
Of those who have
Marched the last march,
Gone down beneath
That lonesome bugle's call,
And the last slow
Salute of comrades.,
Give names to the dead,
Call them brother and sister,
And remember them
As they were
As they would want
To be remembered,
Proud and prepared
To do their duty
As they had promised.
Make that their monument,
And never forget.
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*the touch of soft silk
caresses your skin conceals
and also reveals
*cold wet and hungry
deep thirst and burned by the sun
i did my duty
FRIDAY 20191129
*rest your head on me
hear a message a love song
within my heartbeats
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Connections are so strange.
Walking on a cold morning,
I smell wood smoke.
Someone nearby has a fire in their fireplace.
I look at chimneys seeking the smoke,
And, though I see no smoke,
I see all the other fireplaces
I have sat before.
My boyhood home in Florida.
Another where I sat one night,
Smoking cigarettes,
Drinking beer, and...
Writing poetry.
Several in homes now far behind me,
With their memories...
Some good, some bad,
But mine.
Memories made of chimneys
And anonymous
Wood smoke.
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*read me as you will
my words only show my thoughts
you must hear with yours
*touching with my gaze
stripping away the veneer
see you as you are
*i hand you coffee
fingers touch for a moment
that i'll remember
*our language of love
it doesn't always have words
yet uses lips and tongue
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Unlike the leaves of fall,
Our past selves do not
Return vibrant and new,
With the passing of the seasons.
Nor, like the leaves of the book,
Can we return to earlier chapters,
But in memory.
We can only be
As new as we are each day,
Read our story,
Write the next chapter,
Shine in our present glory.
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SATURDAY 20191130
*walking concrete streets
i return to beach and woods
with each of my steps
-----
In the evening air
Of a Florida long ago,
Mr. Nicholson's beagles bark,
A cat or other animal disturbing them,
The sound through the open windows,
Into the quiet living room
Of my boyhood
As I sit with my father.
Dogs and Mr. Nicholson,
And my father,
Long gone,
Except in my memory.
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*i don't ask for much
the most i ever desire
to make you happy
*never deny you
completion of your desires
always at your side
*if a voice calls you
from a place within your dreams
please believe it's mine
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Lights of the night are
Lost in the bright of day.
Sun, which lit earth's satellite,
Extinguishes her at birth,
Too jealous to share sky
With moon or other lights,
Though they are there,
To small and afraid
To compete with
That imperious star.
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*a blushing blossom
luring the unsuspecting
bedewed with honey
-----
*i'll sip from your cup
love's warm elixir called forth
by our passion's heat
-----
*climb up the tower
seek your lover at its top
then return to earth
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Copyright December 2019 by Donovan Baldwin
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