Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

 Midnight,

Moonlight dancer,

Mystic,

In the silver light,

Upon the shore of love's ocean,

Both of us caught up

In the mystique of our music,

Sounds speaking to lovers

Who hear the same song.

Through her,

It becomes a love song in motion,

Telling me with the movement of her body,

Touched and guided by

The music in her heart,

What she sees,

More...

What she feels.

Gently wrapped in softness,

Billowing,

Flowing to her steps,

Hips sway,

Breathing deeply with the music,

The emotion,

The moment of the dance,

Turning to me,

Warm loving eyes,

Dancing too with the offer of her art,

She is poetry in motion,

Music made a love beyond words...

Arms inviting,

Drawing me in

So deeply

I never want to leave her side,

Never be where I cannot see her,

Watch her in her dance,

Done not only for me,

But for both of us.

Copyright November 28, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: dance, dancer, donovan baldwin, love poem, poetry, poetry in motion

 beat of rhythm thrust of thigh

dancer in firelight as i,

entranced, enthralled, on edge of sin,

watch her wicked dance begin

the tempo rises, feet a blur

till all that i can see is her

stripped naked by my burning gaze

burnished by the campfire's blaze

her breasts and hips in constant motion

waves upon desire's deep ocean

a riptide i cannot deny

a siren call i'll not defy,

for sake of love i'll take the chance,

join her in her fervid dance,

my back turned on society,

into the dance of her and me

Labels: dance naked, dancer, desire, donovan baldwin, love, poem, poetry

Original poetry by Donovan Baldwin, poems about dance, dancing, dancers.

I fragile as friable rock,
Reduced to powder,
Carried away by
Transparent water,
Burned by the earth's
Tongues of fire,
Seeking beauty
Within my limited
Sphere of vision,
As she, object of my desire
Dances, writhing serpentlike,
In ancient ritual
To an abandoned harmony
Which only
She and I can hear.

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All men once were boys,
Boys will become old men,
Girls need canes and walkers
When their hair grows gray and thin.

Enjoy it while you've got it
Dance the dance and sing the song,
Make the best of what you're given,
Cause you'll not have it long

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bare limbed she dances
this voluptuous woman...
proud before my gaze

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she hears music play
a song for two to dance to...
she dances alone

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touched by dawn's fingers
body lit by the sunrise...
dancer in the wind

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dancers in moonlight
aware but of their partner...
as the music plays

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clad in moon's cloak
she dances into my arms...
we kiss the cloak falls

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though dancing alone
she feels his arms around her...
coveted embrace

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She is a secret thing,
Of fantasy and dream,
Phantom figure in the
Back corners of my mind,
Swirling dancing woman,
Eyes bright with the heat
The music and the fire
The wonder and the wine,
Timeless dancer, her face
Smiling across the flames,
And the span of ages,
As she dances ancient rituals
The artlessly seductive way
Women have known since
First a man and woman
Desired each other
Naked outside of Eden.

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trees sing in silence
mighty hymns but few can hear...
dance in their stillness

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your shadow dances
there among the dying flames...
burning memory

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we dance as lovers
our most unrestrained desires...
acted to music

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I saw her dance
Never trained,
Yet so natural in
Movement of her body,
More in time to some
Inner music, than,
The rhythmic beat
That others heard,
Which faded before
The sensual music
Of her body,
Playing to ancient
Rhythms, causing both
Her and I to smile
With open pleasure.

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Often dance, more than art,
Is a celebration of life,
An acknowledgement of
Body and soul
Given,
Trained,
Practiced,
And...
Set free
To express its
Desire,
Exuberance,
Love,
Gaity,
And even...
Debauchery,
Lust,
Desolation,
Uttered plainly in movement
To the fullest extent
Of feeling and emotion.

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Original poetry copyright March 2021 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: dance, dancer, dancers, dancing, donovan baldwin, dream, haiku, poems, poet, poetry

NAKED OUTSIDE OF EDEN
An original poem by Donovan Baldwin

She is a secret thing,
Of fantasy and dream,
Phantom figure in the
Back corners of my mind,
Swirling dancing woman,
Eyes bright with the heat
The music and the fire
The wonder and the wine,
Timeless dancer, her face
Smiling across the flames,
As she dances ancient rituals
The artlessly seductive way
Women have known since
First a man and woman
Desired each other
Naked outside of Eden.

Art: Seductive Woman by Paolo Gaidano

Labels: dancer, donovan baldwin, naked, poem, poetry, seductive woman

Original Poetry By Donovan Baldwin

DANCER ON THE SHORE

Is it music from
A long forgotten past?
Is it that which so strongly
Drives her to dance upon the sand,
Lifting her arms in gestures of
Unrestrained joy,
Face filled with glad wonder
As she dances to an awesome
Pounding of drums,
And ancient chants,
Only she can hear?

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burning with slow flames
heat builds from your kiss and touch...
until i explode

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euphoric events
promote passionate pleasures...
explosive results

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these lurid colors
exponentially gaudy...
orgasmic sunrise

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some simple black strokes
on a white paper background...
dead trees fresh snow night

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the moon and our dreams
visit in the night then leave...
too soon forgotten

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My childhood cowboy boots
Grown frail and fragile,
Bent and dry with age,
Only capable of walking in
Fractal fantasies disguised as
Half forgotten,
Half remembered,
Memories of a boy
Still inside somewhere.

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I rode wildly,
In a mad rush,
Among the trees,
An old pecan orchard,
Swept away but hoping
Not to be swept off,
The back of the
Bony old nag
Madly amok
Neath the
Saddle

I hoped NOT to part company with.

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: dancer, donovan baldwin, euphoric events, haiku, kiss and touch, lurid colors, passionate pleasures, poems, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

Picture of a dancer
Capturing in a momentary flight
The freedom of movement,
The release of the body from
Confinements of convention
And condemnation allowing
Expression of the desire for
The ultimate pleasure,
Fulfillment of the senses,
In the interpretation, integration,
Of life and love and love of life
Into her body's unrestricted
And unconfined movements.

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Why did they leave their lands,
My English ancestors,
My Irish, German, Scottish, and,
As my DNA tells me, ancient strangers
From some nebulous Northwestern Europe?
What drove or drew them?
Passion or persecution,
A desire to escape, or to acquire,
Or simply
The inescapable tide of history?

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mockingbird herald
ahead on my morning walk...
leading me onward

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red tailed hawk watches
waiting for rabbit or mouse...
breakfast on the grass

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shadows overhead
life in its final struggles...
vultures are patient

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tired cowboy nighthawk
rasping voice sings age old songs...
herd his audience

(Stuck a little pun in there.)
Art: Olaf Wieghorst: "Nighthawk"

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no seductive gown
clad simply in glowing love...
bare admiration

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: ancestors, dancer, donovan baldwin, haiku, mockingbird, poems, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

mere wooden carving
soaring ecstatically...
takes my soul with her

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from her box of toys
she points out her preference...
quivers with desire

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dancer in my dreams
girl gone woman in the present...
soaring leaps of love

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sweet departed sylph
lithe girl of old fantasies...
now a real woman

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pounding of the rain
wind sound roaring in my head...
my body trembles

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spirit uplifted
by nature's awesome beauty...
orgasmic moment

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i'll never grow up
love loves fight fights of my youth...
and live forever

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Each separate day is neither
Long nor wide enough
For all out dreams and desires,
Yours and mine overlapping.

As we each make the best
For ourselves and our loves,
We must cut and form our hours,
And dreams to fit one another.

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Tide's out, slow ripples,
Water like restoration glass,
Waves of sand visible
In the shallows,
Appearing to move with
Sun through prismatic water,
As small fiddler crabs scuttle
Out and in their holes
Scattered across the mud flats,
On their secret crabby missions.

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Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Woodcarving after Winged Victory artist unknown

Labels: box of toys, dancer, donovan baldwin, haiku, poems, poetry, real woman, winged victory, wood carving

By Donovan Baldwin

body full of love
she dances to ancient tunes
carnal melodies

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our words wrapped round us
we become old poetry
read by young lovers

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There were times and places,
Moments of mad exhilaration,
Headlong slides downward,
Into deep black depression,
Yet, soldiering on, I moved,
One step at a time into,
This future me that I have
Become, made by myself
And those deadly things
Nietzsche warned about,
Which could not kill me.

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to hear wind and rain
the timpani of the storm
playing percussion

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words pressed to bosom
she speaks back to me with looks
that tell me she knows

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glimmering pearl beads
resting on her rising breasts
inviting my gaze

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my thoughts are of you
even though so far away
your caressing words

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we shocking lovers
innocently indecent
affectionate lust

-----

dance with me once more
our warm bodies tightly joined
feet barely moving

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: The Muse Terpsichore by Johann Heinrich Tischbein

Labels: bosom, caressing words, carnal notes, dance, dancer, donovan baldwin, haiku, mad exhilaration, old poetry, poems, poetry, wind and rain, young lovers

By: Donovan Baldwin

What happens when you dance?
When the music enters you,
Shows itself in your face,
Your movements,
The swirl and sway,
The bend and reach,
Of your body,
Ecstatic joining
Of dancer to dance,
To music more
Than notes on a page,
Or orchestral tones...
When music, dance, and you become one?

Labels: dance, dancer, donovan baldwin, poem, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

I watch her in my mind,
As she dances for me,
Body beautiful in
Its loving movements,
Arching, swaying, speaking,
Of freedom, happiness, joy,
And love... offered
And accepted,
With smile,
As she dances,
To our hearts' song.

October 2018

Labels: dance, dancer, donovan baldwin, freedom, love, poem, poetry

By: Donovan Baldwin

Alone within her room
And within herself,
She dances with abandon,
Giving herself completely,
To the music thundering,
Through her mind and body,
Dropping all her veils,
One by one, until...
She is all, everything,
Wishing he could watch,
She could show,
They could share.
Wishing she could dare,
As she dances...
Alone within her room.

Labels: alone, dancer, donovan baldwin, lonely, poem, poet, poetry