Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

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

By Donovan Baldwin

Goddess Pele
Her erupting pent up passions,
Spewing hottest of love's lava,
Glowing with her exertions,
Primeval dance of erotic
Desires and satisfactions,
Never achieved only cooled,
To arise and burst forth
In timeless display of
The fiery soul imprisoned,
In her earthly body.

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She is but a dream
A mystic figure
Glimpsed in the wings of
The backlit stage of my mind,
Stepping into the spotlight,
Innumerable times a day
Performs for me her most
Sensual temptations
Fading back into
Swirling mists
Of desire and
Fantasy.

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naked neath my words
want to hold you the same way...
open poetry

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this haunting vision
her ethereal presence...
fantasy woman

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when you spoke your wish
left it floating in the dark...
i was listening

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Old flannel shirt,
Battered baseball cap,
In dire need of cleaning,
Shoes for comfort,
For long walks,
Not fashion,
Dog eared books,
Underlined on
Their yellow pages
With notes in
Their margins,
Sipping wine or
Maybe bourbon,
As my mind wanders
Trying to remember
A song I haven't heard...
Yet.

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cast your magic spell
my eyes closed beneath your touch...
as i soar and burst

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though roses have thorns
we give and get them with love...
finding the beauty

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How did love become sin?
When did its physical expression
Become, anathema,
That is,
Condemned...
Truly loving souls and spirits,
Touching with ardent desire,
Be consigned to hell,
On earth and beyond,
For daring to unite
Body and mind
In unconditional,
Mutual,
Love?

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Doors and ceiling and walls,
Nave and apse,
Decorated with angels and demons,
Monsters and maidens,
As, chanting, the monks pass
In and out, intoning ancient words
Designed to summon one,
Repel the other, but,
How's a mortal man to know,
Which is which,
And which is most desired?

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In and out through doors,
Story of my life,
Into and out of
Events and times,
Leaving one,
Entering another,
Not sure what I learned,
Or, what lay before, until,
Many doorways lay
Closed behind.

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Labels: dream, goddess, haiku, love, passions, pele, poems, poetry, sin

By Donovan Baldwin

her shy decorum
leaves to imagination
only my desire

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i am but shadow
near forgotten memories
young man's fantasies

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set my heart on fire
illuminate each dark night
your smile my beacon

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my woman's body
aged ripened mature ready
alive with desire

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did i create you
draw you forth from fantasies
or am i your dream

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soft touch of satin
your skin beneath my fingers
so warmly wanting

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she taught me of love
opened my eyes to beauty
starting with myself

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i write naked truth
poetry of your beauty
words cannot describe

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: decorum, donovan baldwin, dream, fantasies, poems, poetry, shy, woman's body