Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

twice blushing flower first blush at touch of his words... second her own thoughts

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By Donovan Baldwin

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By Donovan Baldwin

what makes poetry

long ago kiss an embrace...

set down into words

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tears upon petals

desire's glistening diamonds...

coaxed forth by kisses

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crumbling old relic

ancient beyond salvation...

restored by her love

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sinful wine we share

a magnificent vintage...

spilling from our mouths

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best shirt plaid flannel

coffee cup that's cracked and stained...

the world is my domain

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slow dance to old songs

touching ways that lovers do...

on mind and body

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reading his strange words

which reach inside and touch her...

ways that make her smile

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in your eyes i see

burning desires of your soul...

dancing flames you hide

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bound by webs of words

quivers as they touch her soul...

crying out with joy

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how can this be real

ecstasy cannot be touched...

touches so deeply

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soft waves barely seen

leave phosphorescent kisses...

on sand's moonglow lips

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at our moon's command

for a moment stars are still...

so we remember

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struggles against pain

fighting each day's new battles...

warrior princess

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writing poetry

often i can but echo...

the words which chose me

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in search of pleasure

she immerses herself in...

pools of poetry

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how it excites her

the moment he moans her name...

when she's all he feels

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understood by her

is a greatest gift to me...

she understands love

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she shared her secrets

surprised how many matched mine...

she's such a good girl

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can't conquer her soul

must wait until she's ready...

reveals it herself

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sometimes animal

she comes and unlocks my cage...

running free with me

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 woman as you are

the entirety of you...

needed and desired

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from dreams emerging 

lover clad in my desires...

gossamer raiment

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make no promises

words wander off in the wind

place love in my hands

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her soft shy buds swell

awakened by lover's touch

warm breathless kisses

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show bold nakedness

call courage to bare ourselves

so love may know all

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you will never see

those deep scars i keep hidden...

which bleed words daily

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each word on the page

first was a wound on my soul...

which will never heal

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how a dream should end

you beside me as i sleep...

still there as i wake

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our private pleasure

exploring each other's lands...

love's an adventure

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you smiled at my words

seeing what i could not see...

i discovered me

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Copyright December 2021 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: dreams, haiku, kisses, love poems, nakedness, pleasure, poems, poetry, woman

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

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dancing a passion
she steps to music she hears...
wishing he could see

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she reveals herself
drops words and phrases like veils...
naked poetry

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this mature woman
revealing her needs and wants...
dances without veils

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fingers as my brush
palette of avid colors...
you my work of art

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i never accuse
for I too have often sinned...
we're only human

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painting you i use
colors of naked desire..
and love mixed with lust

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dances with the leaves
dress whirls to familiar wind...
dreams of her partner

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- Copyright November 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: dancing, haiku, passion, poems, poetry by Donovan Baldwin

BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

I sometimes sin.
You are absent...
I take your hand,
Phantom thing,
Guide it as if
You were to touch me,
Closing my eyes
With the pleasure
Of the moment
Imagined as only
I can alone
And your hand
Is so far away,
Yet I feel your touch
And that's the sin.

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In my fragile understanding of woman.
She introduced me to personal
Intricacies of her body, guiding
An innocent boy, longing to learn,
Along her lustful loving
pathways of pure passion,
Love taken to loftiest levels,
Stripped of sin, made holy
Blazing with innocent intensity.

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From warm air to cool water,
Skin prickling, tingling
As I slipped deeper into
The loving ocean which,
Unlike the air and sun
Dared touch all over
Raising, rousing,
All young senses,
Bringing dreams,
As I floated,
Embraced in
Its loving
Familiar
Way.

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true lovers embrace no shame in their nakedness... expose everything

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Memories of boyhood,
Blackberries, bicycles,
Swimming in the bay,
And baseball.
The thunk thunk thunk
Of the ball slapping
Into our gloves,
Crack of bat on ball, trying
To pitch like Whitey Ford,
Hit like Mickey Mantle,
Field like Nellie Fox
At the age of twelve.


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Couldn't hear the words
But, from the waving of arms,
The golfers were quite angry,
We boys wondering why they
Were so bothered as we
Rode our bicycles across
The first and eighteenth
Fairways, between tee and cup.


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never sought my love
watched dawn beside the ocean...
hoped she would find me


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Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, haiku, poem, poetry, sin, touch, woman

By Donovan Baldwin

She's not afraid to speak
Telling her hidden truths,
For I have been and seen and done
So much...
So many places,
So many times,
Becoming myself,
Who offers not forgiveness,
But understanding,
Recognizing her
Loving humanity,
Which makes her such
A desirable woman.

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reads my heated words
not insensitive to touch...
she blushes and sighs

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alone she rises
climbing to her mountain top...
embracing freedom

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my submissive queen
gives in to her own demands...
in love with herself

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flings open her words
stands so nakedly exposed...
i read her bold mind

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her secret moments
touching with carnal desire...
wishing he could share

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not a hard paved road
moon path flutters on the waves...
liquid cobblestones

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words don't bother her
his intensity matters...
his arousing voice

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she entered my life
in all her varieties...
fulfilling all needs

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cold and shivering
quickened by our hot passions,
quivers with delight

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Original Poetry Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, haiku, poems, poetry, woman

By Donovan Baldwin

she hides secret sins
behind sweet smile and soft words...
i love her true self

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We blend voices,
The world and I,
It singing softly with
Evening breezes,
Roaring with excitement,
In storms and gales,
Lashing, drumming with
Hard driven rain,
Or tapping gently
Against window panes
One drop at a time,
It sings in so many
Voices, as I write
Words for its songs.

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hovers in the night
loving little hummingbird...
sipping moon flowers

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earth shows me beauty
i make pictures in my mind...
old well thumbed album

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Something about a fire,
A real fire, burning crackling wood,
Not a tame fireplace thing,
An outside fire with trees,
The special darkness of outside,
Gold flames dancing joyfully,
Lighting faces and imaginations,
Something real and primitive which
Directly touches the human soul.

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i can't see your face
yet i remember each line...
drawn from memory

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Naked in the bay,
Before the sun rose
Swimming in the
Morning's misty coolness,
Bare boy glorying in
The innocent touches
Of air and water
Unaware that someday,
Such free and
Loving caresses,
Unconditional freedom,
Would only be found
In a lover's arms.

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voices in the night
whisper explicit desires...
moans sighs and silence

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting, Seductive Woman by Paolo Gaidano

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By Donovan Baldwin


her most loving kiss
lips swollen with her desire...
i savor the taste

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she tends her flower
garden hidden from my gaze...
watching me watch her

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How long have we
And flowers lived together,
They surviving, despite
The destructive nature
Of we sometimes
Abstruse animals,
Who often fail to
Realize how much
Quiet blossoms
Have given us in
Love and beauty.

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raising no alarm
sun makes quiet announcement...
first news of the day

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my love's greedy buds
demanding my attention...
i treat tenderly

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lovers drunk at dusk
sipping deeply from love's cups...
insatiable thirst

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Once in Holland,
I saw a mill,
Arms waving,
Blessing,
All who passed,
Present, past,
And future,
Even Quixote,
Whom it forgave,
For his mistake and
Violent attack,
Misunderstanding
In his madness
The benevolent
Gestures as
Belligerence.

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i entreat flowers
share with me the mystery...
make me nature's child

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The morning sunrise
Enlivened by the
Song of an errant bird,
Colored by golden clouds,
The brightest greens of
Grass and trees,
And flowers...
The wild ones,
Growing willy nilly,
Coloring the canvas
Even more that I
Hang happily in
Each day's museum
Of my mind.

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My voyages of discovery,
My trips into strange lands,
In seek of knowledge
And wisdom, where I
Gather all information,
Experience,
And thinking thereon,
Arrive at one major
Conclusion, that I,
Grand adventurer
Seeker of truth
And beauty, truly,
Am seeking,
Discovering myself.

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Sculpture: The Kiss, by Auguste Rodin

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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

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her garden of love
holds open bed and pillow...
petals neath my head

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shown in high relief
curving of her womanhood...
pulsing with pleasure

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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.

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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

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she makes me believe
all the things that elude me...
seeing who i am

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Painting: At The Oasis by Frederick Arthur Bridgman

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By Donovan Baldwin

You are wheat field,
A sea of uncut grass,
An oasis, soft dewy
Resting place of
Refreshment, a loving
Embrace and sharing
Of self in the most
Intimate of ways,
Unashamed and naked,
A natural land of
Hard tipped hills
Volcanic forces
Quivering before
A climactic eruption.

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her lips are smiling
her hand is beckoning me...
how can i say no

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send me a selfie
no photo but your true words...
to remember you

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she rains upon me
bold storm from gentle lover...
left wet and shaking

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your taste on my lips
feel of your body on mine...
leaving me longing

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writing words for her
she quivers at their touches...
at poems within

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting: Nude in Sunlight, by Renoir

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By Donovan Baldwin

I would watch the storms
Walls of rain clearly defined
Walk, as we say, across the bay,
Purple black streaks painted
From dark sky to dark water,
A silent mysterious torrent
Full of thunder and lightning,
Power displayed too far away,
Yet oncoming reality.

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In night's darkness,
The slightly darker
Waves in moonlight,
Curl with glowing crests,
Covering the sand
And receding,
Leaving the wet shore
Glistening somewhere
Between brown and silver,
And a salt spray smell,
Lingers with the echo,
Of the wave now gone.

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a warrior gone
battle armor gloves and mask...
death on the front line

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each sunrise sunset
watch well and remember all...
this time comes but once

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in her secret place
there hides my long vagrant muse...
silent in my ear

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if the rain be tears
you become my raging storm...
before which i break

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I need no paints
To draw my love,
Nor does she need,
Paints to draw me on,
For the model as she sits
Is the woman I wish to have
Not paints and powders
Baubles added to
Lips I wish to kiss,
Body I long to hold.
Heart I wish were mine.

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instead of angel
real experienced woman...
warm true and willing

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prisoner am i
life and happiness forfeit...
pacing in my cell

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting: The Wave (1869) by Gustave Courbet

Labels: darkness, donovan baldwin, haiku, lightning, night, poems, poetry, rain, storms, thunder, water

By Donovan Baldwin

Dear sinless maiden,
Innocently seductive,
Dancing with more
Than her body,
Lips singing a song,
A love song without words,
Eyes focused deeply
Within my soul
Reading my desires,
As I, entranced, fall into
The snare she weaves,
With that tempting gaze,
Swaying hips,
Bare flashing legs,
And panting bosom.

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Pages speak to me
Tales and knowledge
On those fluttering
Leaves which never fall
But turning, shower
Their falling words
Upon the waiting land
Ready to enter into
Eternal seasons of
Learning and reflection.

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neath the stars of night
old poet writes his love words...
burning in the dark

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My father had his Sunday hat,
His suit, his vest,
Pocket watch with chain and fob,
And that jaunty hat... fedora,
Stetson for workdays,
Until Kennedy came
And men
Quit wearing hats,
Until now when I
Wear my baseball cap,
Lacking the panache
Of Sunday fedoras,
And weekday Stetsons.

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two dreams become one
as in tangled sheets we lay...
fantasies fulfilled

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trembles not from fear
as love's storm overtakes her...
quivers with delight

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the moon will remain
long after we are away...
she will tell our tale

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Me and Morrissey,
And Johnny Wall,
Drew a circle in the dirt,
Circle long gone,
Morrissey dead
Two years ago,
And Johnny
God knows where,
Shot marbles,
Then spun our tops,
Or hit a few,
Playing roll-a-bat,
Boys being boys
In memories,
Over half a century old.

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Fire on the beach,
Moon high, so many stars,
The flames flickering
Lighting faces,
Laughing teens,
Singing folk songs,
Telling jokes,
Stepping into shadows,
For innocent moments
Of slap-and-tickle,
What boys and girls do,
Around a fire on the beach,
When love is easy to find.

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Waves my heartbeat,
Sun my temperature,
Wind my very breath,
Earth lives as I do,
And I as she,
For, without the beats
And breaths of nature,
Life would be so
Dead and dry,
I could not go on,
No cage for me,
No barred cell,
No celibacy, for I,
And nature are in love.

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Poetry Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, flashing legs, haiku, panting bosom, poems, poetry, seductive dancer, swaying hips

By Donovan Baldwin

exchanging poems
in lusty verbal foreplay...
we make poetry

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her subtle weapon
secret spear which pierces me...
exhausted i fall

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live stream the in thing
running water at sunrise...
the live stream for me

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artist awakens
random strokes of red and gold...
dark sky becomes dawn

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I write because my fingers say I must,
The burn within will lessen
Only when the energy is used
To push a pen.

Press the keys! Push on!
Let words and thoughts tumble
One over and around the other,
Like puppies playing..

This is joy, you know,
This mad rush of happy.

(Scribbled in a notebook 22 Mar 1994)

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shade of yesterday
moving as if yet alive...
as ghost among ghosts

(Last line borrowed from "The Name of the Rose" by Umberto Eco.)

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I can but reflect
That which has form..
Mirror creates not
The image it reveals,
Nor echo the sound,
It reverberates, for,
Those are realities,
Echo and mirror produce
Not the thing but
Representations...
As my words
Are but shadows,
Of realities
I live.

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Long ago
I planted a rose,
Joseph's coat.
It marked a spot,
A memory of mine,
The corner of a fence
Where a treasure
Was once buried.
Flower now gone,
Leaving two memories
For me to hold,
The beauty of the roses,
And the meaning
Of the place it grew.

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Journey of
Child to man,
Up and down
The shelves of
A library, one
Book leading
To another,
From space,
To frontier,
To scene
Of the crime,
Detectives and
Cowboys and
Spacemen
Philosophizing,
Repeating
Pretty poetry,
And other
Thoughts
To fill my
Brain.

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head upon my chest
her slow sweet breath warming me...
stoking fires within

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loving simple ways
our candid intimacy...
innately casual

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rain falls from the sky
drops upon blackberry vines...
soon to bear their fruit

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delicate blossom
shyly opens to soft touch...
eyes still closed she smiles

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, foreplay, haiku, lust, poems, 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

LISTENING TO EDITH PIAF SING LA VIE EN ROSE

She sings in that raspy French voice
In a language whose words escape me,
But whose feelings echo through my soul,
Or, are the words meaningless sounds,
She converts to feelings with
That sultry so seductive voice,
The lips forming kisses at my ear,
The sounds penetrating deeply
Touching me as a lover would.

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If I love and desire you,
Should I not, as true lover
Love and desire all aspects,
Loving you in all possible,
Though, perhaps, not permitted ways,
Giving and receiving all that love,
Which may pass between us,
And surround us in whatever
Form and function our loving
May inspire or require?

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drift upon life's sea
as currents of poetry...
carry me away

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nature's many moods
gray today bright tomorrow...
always beautiful

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clouded with desires
aroused by touch and kisses...
i see her clearly

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heart scratched and burning
by sharp brambles of desire...
the fruit worth the pain

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far beyond the flesh
the pleasures within your arms...
loving in all ways

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if my hands dared touch
as often my words and thoughts...
you would know my love

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her gown falls open
can't look away nor would i...
i have often dreamed

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she sweetly returns
my kisses and caresses...
fruit of my labor

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as petals on skin
fingertips lightly brushing...
and so she blossoms

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Image: Edith Piaf, La Vie En Rose

Labels: desire, donovan baldwin, Edith Piaf, haiku, La Vie En Rose, love, poems, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

Beauty in art has
No constant color or design,
For softest pastels and
Hardest, brightest oils and pastels,
Finely grained dark woods,
Hard glowing translucent marble,
Can speak excitement and wonder,
Or wonder and introspection using
The nature of their colors
Textures and design blended
With natures of medium and artist.
Beauty is not in or of one thing,
Combination and composition,
Construction and comprehension.

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colors of passion
explosions in red and gold...
love's shared ecstasy

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nonstop marathon
lovers pent up together...
treasured and pleasured

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i write fiery words
thoughts of you set me aflame...
incendiary

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forever in dance
her moves frozen but recalled...
by the artist's hands

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images still locked
within faded memories...
flicker slowly past

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painted men and maids
cavorting indecently...
in eternal lust

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when i go away
i've left my favorite words...
my will in poems

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting: September Morn by Paul Émile Chabas

Labels: art, beauty, haiku, Paul Émile Chabas, poems, poetry, September Morn

By Donovan Baldwin

the woman inside
passionate wanton lover...
aching to be found

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Words take the place of things,
For, not having this or that,
To show or give,
I scribe marks to tell
Of things known,
Imagined,
Despised,
Desired,
Things touched or only thought,
That each of us may know...
Or not, but, seek to learn of,
And so, I make marks into words,
That others may interpret,
Thoughts hidden in our minds.

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behind broken clouds
sun yawns makes his appearance
shuts off his alarm

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what do the trees know
youngsters when compared to rocks...
i listen to both

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bathed in summer rain
nature's love upon my skin...
each drop a caress

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so far from water
yet i can hear and feel it...
ocean in my blood

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in silence of night
echo many memories...
vivid in the dark

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How stony still the figures,
Of these lovers stay,
Caught in euphoric ecstasy,
Forever exchanging love
Which flows eternally between,
Inciting a stimulation,
A moving current
In each observer,
Moving embodiment of the
Two lovers in sculpted embrace.

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Each day, I turn my back to the sunrise
Only to find it taking over the sky before me.
So it is with so many things we try to ignore,
They happen anyway, forcing us to deal with them
Unexpectedly and without preparation.

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Poetry Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Image: Statue of a nude woman, Cincinnati Art Museum, photo by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, haiku, lovers, ocean, poems, poetry, summer rain, sunrise, woman

By Donovan Baldwin

Lecherous gods pursue,
Nymphs in the woods,
Whose soft laughter belies
Their theatrics of innocence,
Artifices of naiveté,
Running slowly and
Glancing behind,
To assure themselves
Their pursuers,
Have not yet,
Given up the chase,
Before its happy ending.

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protected myself
hardened my heart's defenses...
then you conquered me

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just a boy at heart
still trapped by the woods and sea...
not seeking escape

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sweeter than sugar
i lick honey from your lips...
wet with your desire

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a tiny dewdrop
one gleaming jewel at dawn...
over and over

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i'm not an artist
mere poet drawing with words...
ephemeral art

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write or not to write
never a valid question...
i'll stop when i'm dead

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I never asked the wind to blow,
But grateful am I that it does so.
I never requested the sun to shine,
But it does each day as if the wish were mine.
I never put the moon in the nighttime sky,
But my heart swells when it gleams in your eye.

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shy blossom folded
opens up and peeping out...
invites bee within

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Picture: Statue of Apollo and Daphne by Gian Lorenzo Bernini

Labels: donovan baldwin, haiku, happy ending, lecherous gods, nymphs, poems, poetry