Wednesday, April 22, 2020
MOONLIGHT POETRY, AND OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY DONOVAN BALDWIN MARCH 24, 2020
By Donovan Baldwin
moonlight poetry
made up as we go along
in between kisses
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the breeze has been stilled
soft moon floats in dark night sky
your love fills my heart
-----
in time before dawn
dreams flee from reality
departing sadly
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between night and day
cuddled in the before dawn
lovers share their dream
-----
not a sinful thing
our moments of wild pleasure
we share distantly
-----
dear blushing flower
lips telling how sweet it tastes
savory nectar
-----
whiskey hot kisses
much more intoxicating
just as addictive
-----
it's a daily ache
this missing of the woman
i can only dream
-----
unending moment
arousing dance of passion
bodies together
-----
lovers may achieve
highest levels of intimacy
built upon their love
-----
Poetry by Donovan Baldwin
Photo by Donovan Baldwin, Statue of Prairie Wind, holding the moon. Fort Worth, Texas.
made up as we go along
in between kisses
-----
the breeze has been stilled
soft moon floats in dark night sky
your love fills my heart
-----
in time before dawn
dreams flee from reality
departing sadly
-----
between night and day
cuddled in the before dawn
lovers share their dream
-----
not a sinful thing
our moments of wild pleasure
we share distantly
-----
dear blushing flower
lips telling how sweet it tastes
savory nectar
-----
whiskey hot kisses
much more intoxicating
just as addictive
-----
it's a daily ache
this missing of the woman
i can only dream
-----
unending moment
arousing dance of passion
bodies together
-----
lovers may achieve
highest levels of intimacy
built upon their love
-----
Poetry by Donovan Baldwin
Photo by Donovan Baldwin, Statue of Prairie Wind, holding the moon. Fort Worth, Texas.
Labels: before dawn, blushing flower, donovan baldwin, Fort Worth, haiku, moon, night and day, poems, poetry, Prairie Wind, texas, wild pleasure
Saturday, January 27, 2018
The World Through A Dirty Windshield
By: Donovan Baldwin
It was a sunny morning this morning, and, after breakfast, I had an errand to run.
I was in a full-belly, quietly contemplative mood as I stopped at a traffic light at a railroad crossing, in a not too pretty part of Fort Worth, Texas..
I noticed the sunny day, green trees, and became aware of a slight golden ambiance to the scene in front of me. As I was wondering what could be making railroad tracks, and the crumbling church across the way look almost as if painted by Renoir, I glanced to my left...through my clean side window.
Everything suddenly appeared quite normal in color, and, ambiance?
What's that?
Anyway, all this lovely atmosphere had been created by a dirty, dusty windshield.
Isn't that how life is sometimes?
Poets and other writers speak about viewing things through rose colored glasses.
How we see things, either with our eyes or through the multiple lenses of experience and lore, can have a huge impact on how we live IN the life we have, and how we appear to others.
I got home intending to clean the windshield. I've got to go back out tomorrow and not really looking forward to that errand.
Maybe I'll leave the windshield like it is for one more day.
I was in a full-belly, quietly contemplative mood as I stopped at a traffic light at a railroad crossing, in a not too pretty part of Fort Worth, Texas..
I noticed the sunny day, green trees, and became aware of a slight golden ambiance to the scene in front of me. As I was wondering what could be making railroad tracks, and the crumbling church across the way look almost as if painted by Renoir, I glanced to my left...through my clean side window.
Everything suddenly appeared quite normal in color, and, ambiance?
What's that?
Anyway, all this lovely atmosphere had been created by a dirty, dusty windshield.
Isn't that how life is sometimes?
Poets and other writers speak about viewing things through rose colored glasses.
How we see things, either with our eyes or through the multiple lenses of experience and lore, can have a huge impact on how we live IN the life we have, and how we appear to others.
I got home intending to clean the windshield. I've got to go back out tomorrow and not really looking forward to that errand.
Maybe I'll leave the windshield like it is for one more day.
Labels: ambiance, donovan baldwin, Fort Worth, life lesson, poets, texas, writers
Sunday, January 07, 2018
Indoor Skydiving
By: Donovan Baldwin
As I was driving through the Dallas - Fort Worth, Texas area yesterday, I passed a building I've passed many, many times before.
You can do indoor skydiving there.
As I understand it, large amounts of air are forced upwards and you can get in that flow of air, and literally be "floating on air".
Now, this sort of "adventure" holds no appeal to me.
Not saying I wouldn't enjoy the sensation, but, just holds no appeal to me. Still, I can understand the experience. I used to skin dive in Pensacola Bay, and the Gulf of Mexico, and the feeling of floating free and unencumbered by gravity is quite pleasurable, and even liberating..
Even so, I feel no urge to go do indoor skydiving, even knowing I might find enjoyment in it.
There were cars parked there, so, I suppose there were people doing it. There were other businesses around the indoor skydiving establishment, restaurants, crazy golf, motels, shopping...even a mall across the highway.
Each of those places had people doing things.
I wasn't there. I was driving by. For just a moment, as I often do, I wondered who those people were, what they looked like, what their thoughts were, why they were there, doing whatever they were doing.
I wondered if they ever wondered about all the people in the cars on Airport Freeway between Dallas, and Fort Worth.
It seems to me, that we don't know enough about the people we share this world with any more.
They aren't our neighbors anymore.
Maybe too many different people like to do too many different things, and, in our 24-hour, 7-day a week world, we can become TOO isolated, too interested in our own interests, when the most interesting thing should be other people.
I sometimes think of it as what I call, "The Tower of Babel", effect. I don't think indoor skydiving is tearing society apart, it's just that sometimes we seem to be trying too hard, to find too many, "exciting" and "interesting", things to do, instead of finding excitement and interest in the people around us.
You can do indoor skydiving there.
As I understand it, large amounts of air are forced upwards and you can get in that flow of air, and literally be "floating on air".
Now, this sort of "adventure" holds no appeal to me.
Not saying I wouldn't enjoy the sensation, but, just holds no appeal to me. Still, I can understand the experience. I used to skin dive in Pensacola Bay, and the Gulf of Mexico, and the feeling of floating free and unencumbered by gravity is quite pleasurable, and even liberating..
Even so, I feel no urge to go do indoor skydiving, even knowing I might find enjoyment in it.
There were cars parked there, so, I suppose there were people doing it. There were other businesses around the indoor skydiving establishment, restaurants, crazy golf, motels, shopping...even a mall across the highway.
Each of those places had people doing things.
I wasn't there. I was driving by. For just a moment, as I often do, I wondered who those people were, what they looked like, what their thoughts were, why they were there, doing whatever they were doing.
I wondered if they ever wondered about all the people in the cars on Airport Freeway between Dallas, and Fort Worth.
It seems to me, that we don't know enough about the people we share this world with any more.
They aren't our neighbors anymore.
Maybe too many different people like to do too many different things, and, in our 24-hour, 7-day a week world, we can become TOO isolated, too interested in our own interests, when the most interesting thing should be other people.
I sometimes think of it as what I call, "The Tower of Babel", effect. I don't think indoor skydiving is tearing society apart, it's just that sometimes we seem to be trying too hard, to find too many, "exciting" and "interesting", things to do, instead of finding excitement and interest in the people around us.
Labels: adventure, Airport Freeway, Dallas, donovan baldwin, Fort Worth, indoor skydiving, skin diving, sky diving
