Friday, June 19, 2020
GODDESS PELE, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN WRITTEN APRIL 23, 2020
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.
-----
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.
-----
naked neath my words
want to hold you the same way...
open poetry
-----
this haunting vision
her ethereal presence...
fantasy woman
-----
when you spoke your wish
left it floating in the dark...
i was listening
-----
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.
-----
cast your magic spell
my eyes closed beneath your touch...
as i soar and burst
-----
though roses have thorns
we give and get them with love...
finding the beauty
-----
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?
-----
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?
-----
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.
-----
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.
-----
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.
-----
naked neath my words
want to hold you the same way...
open poetry
-----
this haunting vision
her ethereal presence...
fantasy woman
-----
when you spoke your wish
left it floating in the dark...
i was listening
-----
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.
-----
cast your magic spell
my eyes closed beneath your touch...
as i soar and burst
-----
though roses have thorns
we give and get them with love...
finding the beauty
-----
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?
-----
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?
-----
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.
-----
Labels: dream, goddess, haiku, love, passions, pele, poems, poetry, sin
Sunday, October 20, 2019
POEMS, COMMENTS, AND HAIKU BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, SEPTEMBER 26, 2019
Bright red cardinals
Birdsong and sunshine,
The memories of boyhood,
The wild wind in the trees,
Up from the bay, where
The surf rolled and beat
Upon the shore near enough
To be a part of a boy's life
And the memory of the man.
-----
kisses start my day
her warm morning sweetness
marmalade on toast
-----
you are a goddess
my idol of happiness
altar of pleasure
-----
soft against your skin
those warm words upon my breath
become caresses
-----
garden of embrace
flower of welcome desires
fruit of our passion
-----
my mind's subtlety
it weaves thought and word into
images of you
-----
when you're making love
physical sex isn't all
make it personal
-----
my fingers like lace
barely touching revealing
the beauty of you
-----
my words as fabric
so sheer and diaphanous
you are seen through them
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Copyright October 2019 By Donovan Baldwin
Labels: blue jays, cardinals, donovan baldwin, goddess, kisses, lace, pleasure, poems, poetry, skin
