Saturday, December 30, 2023

 

MATTERS OF ORNAMENT - OR FURNISHING APARTMENTS - A THOUGHT

"The value and rank of every art is in proportion to the mental labour employed in it, or the mental pleasure produced by it. As this principle is observed or neglected, our profession becomes either a liberal art or a mechanical trade. In the hands of one man it makes the highest pretensions, as it is addressed to the noblest faculties, In those of another it is reduced to a mere matter of ornament, and the painter has but the humble province of furnishing our apartments with elegance."
- Sir Joshua Reynolds, "Seven Discourses on Art" (1771)
Perhaps that's one way of looking at it, Sir Joshua, but, I like to think that even in matters of ornament, or the "humble province of furnishing our apartments with elegance", the craftsman, the mechanical tradesman (or woman), introduces us to, reminds us of, what may be an opening to those things "addressed to the noblest faculties".

- Donovan Baldwin

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Saturday, December 23, 2023

 

POEM: WRITING WITH MY SOUL'S DARK INK

 

Writing with my soul's dark ink

Words quicker than I think,

Molten flowing thoughts reveal,

A way for poet's heart to heal...


Not sugar sweet nor honey gold

But mere honest words are told,

The secrets buried deep inside,

That love demands I shall not hide.


Stolen glances, pounding heart

The distance that keeps us apart,

The need to see, and touch, and kiss

The needs and wants that we two miss.


Fingers that reach but cannot find

The body hid somewhere behind

Land and oh, the endless sea

Which ever flows twixt her and me.


The laughter that should loud resound,

The oaths by which we should be bound,

The whispers passed by candlelight

Lovers entwined by dark of night.


No ink, no words, can touch the skin.

This separation is a sin.

But, perhaps, these words find grace,

Somehow take my missing place.


Your whispered name upon my lips,

Your phantom at my fingertips.

These poor words all I can give,

And love as long as I shall live.


Ink will fade and paper crumble

But, these words, sincere though humble,

Pressed to your breast, to beating heart,

May cross the distance we're apart.


Copyright December 23, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

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Thursday, December 21, 2023

 

INTRODUCING THE SHAKLEE MEADOW BLEND® SOAP-FREE CLEANSER

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a gentle and effective cleansing experience. Made with mainly natural, plant-derived ingredients, it's the
perfect choice for those who prioritize their health and well-being. ✨ Say goodbye to harsh chemicals and hello to a refreshing cleanse that leaves your skin feeling
revitalized and rejuvenated. This soap-free cleanser is carefully crafted to maintain the natural balance
of your skin, while effectively removing impurities and dirt. 🌎 Join a worldwide community of health enthusiasts who trust in the Shaklee Meadow Blend®
Soap-Free Cleanser for their daily skincare routine. With its eco-friendly formula, it's suitable for all skin types,
ensuring a gentle and nourishing experience for everyone. 💚 Embrace the goodness of nature and experience the difference with the
Shaklee Meadow Blend® Soap-Free Cleanser. Your skin deserves the best, and we're here to provide it.
Try it right away and let your natural beauty shine through! #Shaklee #MeadowBlend #SoapFreeCleanser #NaturalSkincare #HealthandWellness

Copyright December 21, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

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Wednesday, December 20, 2023

 

NO SHAME IN LOVING - A POEM BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

 no shame in loving

combining private pleasures

sexual interludes. 💕✨

Sometimes, the most beautiful moments are the ones we keep to ourselves. In a world that often encourages
us to share everything, there's something truly special about cherishing those intimate experiences that are
just for us. It's a reminder that our emotions are uniquely ours, and they deserve to be celebrated in purity of intentions
without any boundaries or expectations.
As a poet, I try to understand, recognize, and celebrate the power of these private pleasures.

I believe in embracing the full spectrum of human emotions, from the passionate to the tender, without
any shame or judgment. I dream of a worldwide community which knows and shares the belief that there's
beauty in vulnerability and strength in embracing our desires. Join me as I seek to celebrate the magic of emotional connections, where hearts intertwine and souls ignite.
Let's create a space where you can freely express yourself, knowing that you're surrounded by a supportive
community that understands and appreciates the depth of your experiences, expectations, and experiments
in finding the truth about your own desires. No hashtags needed. Just pure, unfiltered emotions. 💖✨

Copyright December 20, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

#Love #EmbraceYourDesires #PrivatePleasures #WorldwideLove

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Tuesday, December 19, 2023

 

POET'S WORDS LIKE MOLTEN EMBERS - POEM

By Donovan Baldwin


Poet's words like molten embers 

Erotic stories he remembers


She inhales his searing thought

Igniting flames she has fought..


In secret to contain,

But no longer can restrain.


Her back arched, bows to the Muse

Battle fought, now she must lose...


Love's arrows pierce her eager skin

Willing target lets them in...


Her body full of passion's fires,

Her mind toward ecstasy aspires.


Her lips burned by the poet's flame,

Speaks his words, cries out his name.


She is consumed, but not forlorn

For like a Phoenix fast reborn.


From the eager flames that bite

She rises glowing into the night.


Now he's her victim on her bed,

As she circles overhead.


In her mind the words remain,

Echoing again again...


She draws her poet to her breast,

Until the next fires they shall rest.


Copyright December 19, 2023

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Monday, December 18, 2023

 

HER NEW BEAUTY - A POEM

 By Donovan Baldwin


His touch, his sculptor's hands, revealing lines she'd missed,

Melody upon sweet skin, where discord used to twist.

His eyes, two mirrored pools, displaying newfound grace,

A new universe of stars, reflecting on her face.


Years, she thought herself in flawed and fractured form,

Drab canvas bedaubed with doubt, untouched by sun's bright storm.

He came to her with whispered praise and awe within his gaze,

Transformed mundane self image, and lit her hidden flames.


He heard her hidden symphony in her whispered sighs,

The strength behind her fears, the fire in her eyes.

Each delicious stolen kiss filled him with delight,

Revealed her many wonders, hidden out of sight.


She at last emerged from self-inflicted shade,

Embraced herself, the woman he saw, unafraid.

His love, through an alchemy, it seems,

Turned uncertain woman into a moonlit dream.


Each move that she makes now reveals her sculptor's art,

Beauty he showed her, poetry, beating in her heart.

Hands touch how his touched, and she thrills inside,

Masterpiece he brought to life, bathed in love and pride.


No tool or iron or wood changed her mortal shell,

By molded by acceptance, and words her love would tell.

Even in his mirrored gaze, she finally saw,

The awesome beauty he adored, her... without a flaw.


So let the sunbeams dance upon her form,

This woman, loved and seen, no longer lost in storm.

For learning from his love, she's found the way to be,

Her own heart's symphony, wild and beautiful, and free.

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Copyright December 18, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

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