Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

walking among books
slightly indecent alone
like sex, best with you

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Holding you in the morning
You in your pj's, me in mine
Cloth so soft it might as well be skin
Bodies warm against one another
As intimate as if naked,
More so, perhaps, for we are
Relaxed and even more at ease
THAT way
Than stiffly dressed and proper.

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let's share pajamas
i'll wear bottoms you the top
that won't last too long

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let us take pleasure
in relaxed intimacy
chastely making love

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I set forth to sail upon
Life, an endless polar sea,
Myself my own Titanic,
To fulfill my destiny.

I'm lost within the world
Till I crash some floating mass,
Sinking beneath the waves
Of undulating grass.

The band plays and the mourners,
Perhaps one, two, no more,
Exchange empty pleasantries,
Then return to what they did before.

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They didn't speak our language,
Those newly minted, and recruited,
Teachers from another country.
"Up north," we said, strange places,
Like New Jersey,
Alien lands like that.
We understood them,
Though they talked too fast,
But, we to them,
In our 33 RPM voices,
Were often unintelligible to
Their 78 RPM Yankee ears.

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Where does dark come from.
Is it truly simply
The absence of light,
Or, is it it's own entity,
With an existence
Independent of beams of energy?
I like to think of dark as
A free creature simply hiding,
Kind enough to allow us
To see things to be
Remembered once it returns.

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Old bricks, weathered things,
Skirt the house, pier and beam,
Built the year my mother was born,
The old bricks new when she was too,
Bought in 1949 when she and it,
Both turned 32, and I, 4,
I grew with her, in it, and
Remember those old weathered bricks.

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Copyright January 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: bricks, dark, donovan baldwin, haiku, holding, language, love, pajamas, poem, poems, poet, poetry, polar sea, Titanic

we read together
fingers rubbing the letters
of our love story

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reading in the dark
her solo pursuit in braille
illumination

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my thoughts brushed gently
across mind's tender surface
raise expectations

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such tender passions
grasping coupling and gasping
crying out as one

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dreams upon the dawn
small boats my fleet bound for troy
to rescue my love

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lips parted she gasps
my fingers little lovers
our mouths tightly sealed

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She bathes in soft water,
Warm caressing wavelets
Surrounding skin,
Causing sensations, or,
Sin-sations?
She is smilingly
Aware of more
Than simply water
In the bath, but,
All invasive pleasure,
Which fills each
Bit of skin exposed
To the touch of
The silken fluid,
And her own
Gliding hands.

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guide my hands boldly
among your brave caresses
so share your pleasure

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my ten bold fingers
write a thousand fantasies
on your soft pages

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you're so many things
bright butterflies and rainbows
laughter in the night

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i listen for you
words you whisper to my heart
perfect poetry

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well trained soldier i
standing at stiff attention
making bold salute

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let's make love again
this time i'll close my eyes as
you read the poem

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you know exactly
when where and how to touch me
with your hands and words

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dew upon my tongue
mixed with your sweetest honey
flowing from your lips

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i have no desire
to recover from my sins
i liked them too much

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tempted by your heat
lured by your burning flower
molten in your flames

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my special lady
loves to sit upon my knee
daddy's little girl

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Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: braille, dawn, donovan baldwin, fantasies, fingers, haiku, lovers, passions, poems, poet, poetry

it's so transparent
the gown i picture you in
i can see your love

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As poet I have neither
Morality or scruples
Time nor direction
Nor other limiting
Dimensions which
Constrain or restrain
For I must put down
Naked emotion and desire
In trust that each reader
Will understand my
Poetic lusts
And forgive me
My innocent sins.

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place my words on you
guide them instead of my hands
to give you pleasure

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and if she craves more
still has not been satisfied
i'll be there for her

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i decorate you
most immodestly in ways
to inflame desires

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our eager bodies
tangled within silken sheets
let's sin together

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between our touches
beneath tender caresses
we become lovers

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how feral it feels
this desire for your touches
hot animal pleasure

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old lips not cold lips
loving experienced hands
and a well trained heart

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you ripple through me
unending force of nature
blending our beings

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I left you alone too long,
Too lonely alone too long,
And coming home,
I found you did things
Without me.
And I was
Embarrassed,
Afraid I had hurt you,
But, you looked at me,
Invited me to join you,
And I did,
And you did it alone
Together with me,
And I never left you alone,
Too long again,
Because it was more fun
Doing it with you,
Everything.

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dance of your blossom
entices this humble bee
craving your honey

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Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: blossom, caresses, dance, donovan baldwin, pleasure, poem, poems, poet, poetry, touches

i'll find love today
in the place i always do
within your embrace

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show me your words babe
naked thoughts upon the stage
stripped down and open

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our pages touching
loving livre de chevet
each word a caress

(livre de chevet = bedside book)

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let's write together
a love story to be banned
too hot to handle

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Draw lovers naked
For if clothed,
They must still show
All that they are
To the other,
Expect to see
Everything
When they gaze upon
Their loved one.
No secrets or veils
No shame or
Embarrassment
Between true lovers.
Show them naked,
For naked they
Should always be.

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I gaze across the Texas prairie,
Stretching westward to infinity,
Or at least New Mexico,
Under the rolling gray clouds.
I've traveled beneath those clouds,
Or at least, their brethren,
In so many parts of the world,
The soft, billowing gray clouds,
Which should be sad,
Or at least, you'd think they were,
For I could travel forever
Gladly within their
Stormy promise of adventure.

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dying candle light
the rising of morning sun
smiles of remembrance

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Black deserted streets,
Shining wetly in moonlight,
Bright white snow on rooftops
And treetops,
Golden glow of windows
Upon the silent pathway,
The sounds of laughter,
Zither music and song
Spilling out like a
Motion picture postcard,
As a lonely soldier,
Thousands of miles from home,
Saved the memory for later.

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my words are flowers
i'll cover you with petals
tenderly fragrant

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michelangelo
i stand in admiration
in reverent awe

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Leaves which died
In Autumn,
So bravely and
So beautifully
Brilliant in
Their livery of
Golds and reds,
Now lie,
Dead soldiers,
Drab brown and gray,
Like photographs
From older wars,
In the cold pools,
Of nature's tears,
To be recalled only
In verse and photo,
Reminders of
Forgotten adventures.

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Copyright January 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, livre de chevet, love poetry, lovers, naked, poem, poems, poetry, texas, words

Written Wednesday, January 1, 2020

venus in my hands
free amid sunshine and breeze
touched in loving ways

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eternal springtime
lovers never leave the time
when first they found love

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love when we're apart
don't just say you think of me
share the sounds you make

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When the ecstasy arrives,
When the thunder fills your body
The blood rushes in your ears,
The heat fills you,
And the only control you have
Is to say my name with
Gasping breaths,
Let me hold you,
Be there with you,
Share that stormy moment
Of love, body and soul,
Made one thing.

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exhausted coupling
flaming burst of ecstasy
forged by our passion

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pleasure's pressure builds
at the touch of your fingers
ecstasy arrives

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as adam and eve
bare in garden paradise
natural lovers

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We kiss and all dissolves,
For bodies become one,
In the joining of our mouths,
So wet and excited,
Spilling love back and forth,
Playfully touching tongues,
Mixing moisture as our bodies
Imprint one another,
Forgetting where one ends
And the other begins.
Nothing else but the kiss,
And the one we become.

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the hour of your kiss
moment of warm wet sharing
beginning of life

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your love for a kiss
true trinket to trade for gold
which lasts forever

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our love shakes the sky
soars with thunder and lightning
ends in soft embrace

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Trees and plants I remember,
My minor boyhood forest,
Small lad within the fence,
Remembering the oak,
One dead one broken,
The Chinaberry and dogwood
Both now gone, as too,
The arbor vitae, and the yucca,
From which we made swords,
Even the dead stump to which
We tied our enemies.
Trees, friends, playthings,
Gone with time but
In my memory.

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My first kisses,
Almost accidental,
Lenora and I,
Alone together
In the dark,
Bumbling,
Fumbling,
Kissing,
Innocent and ignorant,
Yet intent upon
Fulfilling our
Teenage destinies
Pretending
To be lovers
Even if only
For a night in the
Country club parking lot
Watching, over the bay,
A most romantic moon,
We had no idea how to use
Appropriately.

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Copyright January 2020 By Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, ecstasy, haiku, love poems, poems, poet, poetry

How near has the wolf been seen,
The silver marauder beneath the moon,
Hunter of lost souls,
Harbinger of doom,
Wood spirit of a nameless god?
If you hear his voice,
The night song,
Listen long and learn,
The secret of his sadness,
And the end of his freedom,
For that is his doom.

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a pink cloud morning
pastel promises written
upon sky and mind

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fingers upon the strings
chords set for your loving song
i begin to play

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my movable feast
served steaming with your desire
dripping love's flavors

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written in the stars
two would meet and fall in love
yet be kept apart

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loving in the night
warm lips and hot caresses...
but only a dream

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madness of my love
fills all my reality
with visions of you

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So many if they knew you
In the deep and honest ways I do,
Would pine for you,
Crave your touch and kisses,
Ask for a moment of your time
The caress of your attention,
The touch and kisses,
Time and attention,
That I too crave,
And seek to claim.

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come sit beside me
take a moment to hold me
watching the sunset

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Light the death fire
Over the grave
Of the one long gone,
Sing the song of sorrow,
Notes of sadness
Carried upon
The night wind,
To wherever
Shades still walk.
Tilt up the bottle,
Drink to the passing,
And, our past,
Pouring the last ounce
Upon their buried breast,
As we depart
Carrying the empty bottle,
And our empty hearts,
Back to the living.

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where do love songs go
when the music is silenced
and the heart is still

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breathe in my sad sighs
cover my hands with kisses
turn sadness to smiles

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in our private world
when our two hearts are touching
time does not exist

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time does bend me friend
but i've not been broken yet
our game continues

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Old guy in a flannel shirt,
Gray hair and beard,
Lined and marked,
By misadventures,
Years of woods and wind,
Surf and sand and sangria,
Stories of daring do,
Tales of exploits,
A few lies among them,
Your job to decide,
Which is which,
And who I really am,
Before the bottle's empty.

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Dying daylight lingers
Before the black mirror,
Night,
Her crimson sashes,
Adorned with bright
Diamonds, stars,
Sprinkled across,
Her ebony dress,
Swirling in the air,
Grooming her face,
The moon,
By its reflection,
In the resting sea.

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Copyright January 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, haiku, love poems, moon, poem, poet, poetry, wolf