Saturday, June 27, 2020
MY OASIS YOUR DESERT, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN WRITTEN JUNE 2, 2020
By Donovan Baldwin
My oasis, your desert,
My pride, your shame,
My future, your past,
My virtue, your sin,
My self, your self,
My love, your love,
That's all I want,
You to come to
My oasis, feel
My pride, live
My virtue, love
Yourself as
I love you.
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Bitter is a taste,
Something to be savored
In and for itself,
As much as for comparison
With the sweet or salt.
Taste bitter enthusiastically
For it is as much a part of life
As all its other flavors.
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The profound may be incomprehensible to most.
The senseless may be incomprehensible to most.
This should not be taken to mean that the profound is senseless, or that the senseless is profound.
That would be senseless.
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eater of her fire
he who feeds at her altar...
consuming her love
-----
her garden of love
holds open bed and pillow...
petals neath my head
-----
shown in high relief
curving of her womanhood...
pulsing with pleasure
-----
I as child
Never loved my toys as much,
As I as man,
Love the words which have
Played so long in
The garden of my mind
Hidden from the world,
For fear of being thought
Foolish... until,
I learned that the foolishness
Was hiding my words,
And ceasing to be a child.
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Each book I read,
Each new set of words
Ideas and thoughts,
Changes me,
For better or for worse,
And yet, that is
The meaning of life,
The definition of
Existing,
Cease to change,
To grow,
To add to ourselves,
We die.
-----
They turn their heads
Pretend not to know me
Anymore,
For I dare to say
What they are afraid
To admit about love
And life,
For love is life,
And life is love.
I cannot say,
This is and that is not,
For I love all
In all ways
At all times.
They cannot admit
That they do too.
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i have watched you sin
would gladly have absolved you...
but, i saw no sin
-----
she makes me believe
all the things that elude me...
seeing who i am
-----
Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting: At The Oasis by Frederick Arthur Bridgman
My pride, your shame,
My future, your past,
My virtue, your sin,
My self, your self,
My love, your love,
That's all I want,
You to come to
My oasis, feel
My pride, live
My virtue, love
Yourself as
I love you.
-----
Bitter is a taste,
Something to be savored
In and for itself,
As much as for comparison
With the sweet or salt.
Taste bitter enthusiastically
For it is as much a part of life
As all its other flavors.
-----
The profound may be incomprehensible to most.
The senseless may be incomprehensible to most.
This should not be taken to mean that the profound is senseless, or that the senseless is profound.
That would be senseless.
-----
eater of her fire
he who feeds at her altar...
consuming her love
-----
her garden of love
holds open bed and pillow...
petals neath my head
-----
shown in high relief
curving of her womanhood...
pulsing with pleasure
-----
I as child
Never loved my toys as much,
As I as man,
Love the words which have
Played so long in
The garden of my mind
Hidden from the world,
For fear of being thought
Foolish... until,
I learned that the foolishness
Was hiding my words,
And ceasing to be a child.
-----
Each book I read,
Each new set of words
Ideas and thoughts,
Changes me,
For better or for worse,
And yet, that is
The meaning of life,
The definition of
Existing,
Cease to change,
To grow,
To add to ourselves,
We die.
-----
They turn their heads
Pretend not to know me
Anymore,
For I dare to say
What they are afraid
To admit about love
And life,
For love is life,
And life is love.
I cannot say,
This is and that is not,
For I love all
In all ways
At all times.
They cannot admit
That they do too.
-----
i have watched you sin
would gladly have absolved you...
but, i saw no sin
-----
she makes me believe
all the things that elude me...
seeing who i am
-----
Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting: At The Oasis by Frederick Arthur Bridgman
Labels: desert, donovan baldwin, garden of love, haiku, love, oasis, poems, poetry, virtue
Thursday, October 10, 2019
POEMS, COMMENTS, AND HAIKU BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, SEPTEMBER 24, 2019
she tastes of flowing honey
flavor of her love
------
yield yourself to me
not as prisoner or slave
bound but by our love
-----
lips so soft and warm
your breast a welcome refuge
hold me close with love
-----
crater of your hips
hidden secret of my dreams
lovingly explored
-----
curving of body
seduction in word and deed
ultimate lover
-----
Come with me to the high land,
To the hot desert beside
The brooding mountains,
Deeply engrossed in thoughts,
Beyond the understanding of mortals,
For they have lived so long,
Above the burning desert,
With its dead secrets,
Have seen so much,
Becoming history
That only they remember...
Come with me and
Listen silently with respect,
To their unspoken tales.
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Copyright 2019 by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: breast, desert, donovan baldwin, haiku, love, poems, poetry, seduction
