Sunday, May 24, 2020
AWAITING BLONDEL, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, WRITTEN APRIL 12, 2020
By Donovan Baldwin
AWAITING BLONDEL
A writer's self banishment,
Poet walled within his mind,
Pacing restlessly back and forth,
Measuring the dimensions of his cell,
Where to fit on stones and into corners
Memories of brightness and laughter,
Tumbled images glimpsed momentarily,
Between his bars of solitude,
Awaiting the song of an itinerant minstrel,
Come to ransom him, and take him home.
NOTE: One legend is, first narrated in the 13th century, that he played a part in the discovery and release of King Richard I of England from his imprisonment (1192–94) by the Holy Roman emperor Henry VI. Supposedly, according to legend, he traveled the countryside singing part of a song he and Richard had written, and found where Richard was held when he heard him sing part of the song back.
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slow dance in moonlight
barely move but to caress...
body to body
-----
my mind reaches out
intangible caresses...
somewhere she blushes
-----
her colorful soul
shining bright with light and love...
hidden for so long
-----
sacred demeter
goddess of fertility...
kneel at her altar
-----
When alone in the woods
As the moon plays tricks with
Light and shadow among the trees
And the wind makes darkness
Come alive in sight and sound,
I find it easily understood how
Our ancient ancestors created
Myth and legend peopled with
Strange creatures glimpsed,
Or so they uncertainly believed,
But not understood, and deities,
Created from wisps of imagination,
Gods and goddesses crippled with
The fearsome frailties of man.
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neath tree's umbrella
lovers hiding in the rain...
sharing wet kisses
-----
call me elixir
fill yourself with my sweet love...
until it's my turn
-----
arms wrapped around you
kissing the back of your neck...
your sigh asks for more
-----
cursive from nib pen
meaty words weightier than...
ball point capitals
-----
contemplative pause
dawn's cup lifted to my lips...
night flees with my dreams
-----
A writer's self banishment,
Poet walled within his mind,
Pacing restlessly back and forth,
Measuring the dimensions of his cell,
Where to fit on stones and into corners
Memories of brightness and laughter,
Tumbled images glimpsed momentarily,
Between his bars of solitude,
Awaiting the song of an itinerant minstrel,
Come to ransom him, and take him home.
NOTE: One legend is, first narrated in the 13th century, that he played a part in the discovery and release of King Richard I of England from his imprisonment (1192–94) by the Holy Roman emperor Henry VI. Supposedly, according to legend, he traveled the countryside singing part of a song he and Richard had written, and found where Richard was held when he heard him sing part of the song back.
-----
slow dance in moonlight
barely move but to caress...
body to body
-----
my mind reaches out
intangible caresses...
somewhere she blushes
-----
her colorful soul
shining bright with light and love...
hidden for so long
-----
sacred demeter
goddess of fertility...
kneel at her altar
-----
When alone in the woods
As the moon plays tricks with
Light and shadow among the trees
And the wind makes darkness
Come alive in sight and sound,
I find it easily understood how
Our ancient ancestors created
Myth and legend peopled with
Strange creatures glimpsed,
Or so they uncertainly believed,
But not understood, and deities,
Created from wisps of imagination,
Gods and goddesses crippled with
The fearsome frailties of man.
-----
neath tree's umbrella
lovers hiding in the rain...
sharing wet kisses
-----
call me elixir
fill yourself with my sweet love...
until it's my turn
-----
arms wrapped around you
kissing the back of your neck...
your sigh asks for more
-----
cursive from nib pen
meaty words weightier than...
ball point capitals
-----
contemplative pause
dawn's cup lifted to my lips...
night flees with my dreams
-----
Labels: Blondel, caresses, dance, Demeter, donovan baldwin, King Richard, kissing, poems, poetry
Monday, October 28, 2019
A DANCER, AND OTHER POEMS, COMMENTS, AND HAIKU BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, SEPTEMBER 28, 2019
LOST AND FOUND
I used to describe an artist,
A dancer,
Being "lost" in their art...
Until I realized,
They, like I, are found
In their art,
Becoming in that medium
All they desire and hope to be
At that moment,
Not "lost" at all,
But more at home,
Than most will ever be.
-----
opens her tangle
of legs and arms and passions
drawing me inside
-----
arched back and open
her hips curved upwards reaching
for that last pleasure
-----
THOUGHTS ON HIGH SCHOOL LATIN
Reading ancient words,
From centuries ago,
I absorb in awe,
Thoughts of someone,
Who lived, loved,
Hated, feared,
Dared and died.
Another human of
Another place and time
Impossible to imagine,
Yet so much like
You and me.
-----
the softest petals
covered in dew of desire
will taste the sweetest
-----
music which we make
most sweet blended notes of joy
wordless symphony
-----
true lovers alone
exploring differences
find mutual pleasures
-----
lovers together
share highest pleasures within
storms of her body
-----
while my patient lips
leave kisses and caresses
she plots my reward
-----
TO SPEND THE DAY
Care not for dress or array,
Bring but one book of poetry,
A bottle of wine,
Some bread and cheese,
And,
With these,
We will spend the day,
Reading and reciting,
Touching and kissing,
And becoming warm with
The wine and rhyme,
And the company.
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MIND OF THE BOY
Whipped by wind,
Burned by sun,
Filled with stories,
Adventures upon
The Spanish Main,
Among the stars,
Upon the paved streets
Of great metropolises
Where heroes leaped
Into the fray
As do pirates,
Cowboys,
Astronauts,
Tumbling in the wind,
And mind of the boy,
-----
witness to passion
shared moments of fulfillment
neath my helping hands
-----
tied up with desires
we lovers bound together
untying our knots
-----
i can feel you still
the pulsing of your body
sharing ecstasy
-----
let's trace love's pathways
across our bodies and minds
our own pleasure hunt
-----
Copyright October 2019 by Donovan Baldwin
I used to describe an artist,
A dancer,
Being "lost" in their art...
Until I realized,
They, like I, are found
In their art,
Becoming in that medium
All they desire and hope to be
At that moment,
Not "lost" at all,
But more at home,
Than most will ever be.
-----
opens her tangle
of legs and arms and passions
drawing me inside
-----
arched back and open
her hips curved upwards reaching
for that last pleasure
-----
THOUGHTS ON HIGH SCHOOL LATIN
Reading ancient words,
From centuries ago,
I absorb in awe,
Thoughts of someone,
Who lived, loved,
Hated, feared,
Dared and died.
Another human of
Another place and time
Impossible to imagine,
Yet so much like
You and me.
-----
the softest petals
covered in dew of desire
will taste the sweetest
-----
music which we make
most sweet blended notes of joy
wordless symphony
-----
true lovers alone
exploring differences
find mutual pleasures
-----
lovers together
share highest pleasures within
storms of her body
-----
while my patient lips
leave kisses and caresses
she plots my reward
-----
TO SPEND THE DAY
Care not for dress or array,
Bring but one book of poetry,
A bottle of wine,
Some bread and cheese,
And,
With these,
We will spend the day,
Reading and reciting,
Touching and kissing,
And becoming warm with
The wine and rhyme,
And the company.
-----
MIND OF THE BOY
Whipped by wind,
Burned by sun,
Filled with stories,
Adventures upon
The Spanish Main,
Among the stars,
Upon the paved streets
Of great metropolises
Where heroes leaped
Into the fray
As do pirates,
Cowboys,
Astronauts,
Tumbling in the wind,
And mind of the boy,
-----
witness to passion
shared moments of fulfillment
neath my helping hands
-----
tied up with desires
we lovers bound together
untying our knots
-----
i can feel you still
the pulsing of your body
sharing ecstasy
-----
let's trace love's pathways
across our bodies and minds
our own pleasure hunt
-----
Copyright October 2019 by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: dew of desire, donovan baldwin, haiku, kissing, love, poems, poetry, Spanish Main, touching
