Saturday, March 06, 2021
POEM: GOD OF MANY NAMES
By Donovan Baldwin
Two small dark islands,
Peaks of silver hills afloat
Upon a moonlit sea,
Which, with each breath,
Rise and fall, faster with
The coming of the
Evening storm, the
Wind of my mouth,
Reverberation of hands,
Beating out a tempo,
Rising, heating, waters
Of her still lagoon,
Until it boils, and
Seething with pent
Expulsions bursts
Forth the trembling land
Heaving in her quake,
Til, settled again at last,
The goddess sleeps
Resting in the arms of
Her god of many names,
Whom she invoked,
With imprecations and
Obscene demands within,
The wonderful power
Of the gale which overtook her.
Peaks of silver hills afloat
Upon a moonlit sea,
Which, with each breath,
Rise and fall, faster with
The coming of the
Evening storm, the
Wind of my mouth,
Reverberation of hands,
Beating out a tempo,
Rising, heating, waters
Of her still lagoon,
Until it boils, and
Seething with pent
Expulsions bursts
Forth the trembling land
Heaving in her quake,
Til, settled again at last,
The goddess sleeps
Resting in the arms of
Her god of many names,
Whom she invoked,
With imprecations and
Obscene demands within,
The wonderful power
Of the gale which overtook her.
Poem Copyright March 2021 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Pan and Nymph in a Landscape by Emile-Louis Foubert before 1911
Labels: donovan baldwin, making love, poem, poetry
Monday, February 24, 2020
POEMS AND HAIKU WRITTEN JANUARY 11, 2020 BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
By Donovan Baldwin
softer than my dreams
warmer than my heart's desires
very real woman
-----
neath so many stars
high roof of nature's boudoir
make love by moonlight
-----
Speak not to me,
Of what "man" is or is not,
For each of these homonids,
So difficult to define
Or understand,
Is different...
From neighbor,
From stranger,
From yesterday's self,
From another century's ancestor,
From future progeny...
From 6 AM this morning.
-----
How did it happen?
What does it mean?
Two different questions,
Yet, two sides of one coin,
Perhaps, for, so much of existence,
Must, for we humans,
Be explained...
In its origins and antecedents
And our predictions and
Expectations.
-----
I've heard it said that perception is reality. David Hume differentiates between essentially outward perceptions, which he calls "impressions", and, essentially inner perceptions, which he calls "ideas". Both are perceptions, and both can rule us.
-----
hoofbeats like drumbeats
history's heartbeats happen
begin the story
-----
Tale of Two Cities,
An early adventure tale for me,
I read of the stage
"lumbering up Shooter's Hill".
Even then the poet
I latched on those words,
And, years later, 1981,
In a 4 cylinder Opel,
Lumbered up Shooter's Hill,
Myself,
In awe of tracing Dickens'
Fictional coach, and,
That my own ancient chariot,
Had made it.
-----
Claude Du Val, the highwayman,
Stopped the Highgate stage,
Gentlemanly sort of thief,
I'm told, by the ladies,
Lightened of their valuables,
And, perhaps of a few sighs,
For he was a polite and gallant lad,
Or so I'm told, although,
A gent, lightened of their purse
Seems to think otherwise.
-----
I don't want to die,
But I,
Will raise my hand again,
Take the oath,
And then,
Shoulder pack and rifle,
Move forward,
Do not trifle,
For I am veteran,
Woman, man,
Proud of what I was,
And will be again, because,
I belive in the oath I said,
So you sleep peacefully in bed.
-----
i'm so far away
let me be there making love
touch yourself for me
-----
Copyright February 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
softer than my dreams
warmer than my heart's desires
very real woman
neath so many stars
high roof of nature's boudoir
make love by moonlight
-----
Speak not to me,
Of what "man" is or is not,
For each of these homonids,
So difficult to define
Or understand,
Is different...
From neighbor,
From stranger,
From yesterday's self,
From another century's ancestor,
From future progeny...
From 6 AM this morning.
-----
How did it happen?
What does it mean?
Two different questions,
Yet, two sides of one coin,
Perhaps, for, so much of existence,
Must, for we humans,
Be explained...
In its origins and antecedents
And our predictions and
Expectations.
-----
I've heard it said that perception is reality. David Hume differentiates between essentially outward perceptions, which he calls "impressions", and, essentially inner perceptions, which he calls "ideas". Both are perceptions, and both can rule us.
-----
hoofbeats like drumbeats
history's heartbeats happen
begin the story
-----
Tale of Two Cities,
An early adventure tale for me,
I read of the stage
"lumbering up Shooter's Hill".
Even then the poet
I latched on those words,
And, years later, 1981,
In a 4 cylinder Opel,
Lumbered up Shooter's Hill,
Myself,
In awe of tracing Dickens'
Fictional coach, and,
That my own ancient chariot,
Had made it.
-----
Claude Du Val, the highwayman,
Stopped the Highgate stage,
Gentlemanly sort of thief,
I'm told, by the ladies,
Lightened of their valuables,
And, perhaps of a few sighs,
For he was a polite and gallant lad,
Or so I'm told, although,
A gent, lightened of their purse
Seems to think otherwise.
-----
I don't want to die,
But I,
Will raise my hand again,
Take the oath,
And then,
Shoulder pack and rifle,
Move forward,
Do not trifle,
For I am veteran,
Woman, man,
Proud of what I was,
And will be again, because,
I belive in the oath I said,
So you sleep peacefully in bed.
-----
i'm so far away
let me be there making love
touch yourself for me
-----
Copyright February 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: David Hume, donovan baldwin, love, making love, moonlight, poems, poetry, self love, Tale of Two Cities, woman
