Monday, December 23, 2024
NAKED NYMPH AMONG BLOSSOMS, AND MORE POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, AUGUST 18, 2024
naked nymph among blossoms
beside love's ocean
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shy she wears a mask
unaware her beauty shines
overwhelming me
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soft and sweet her smile
dark eyes full of messages
she hopes i will see
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a fantasy cat
a tale set in another land
a poet loved her
poet sought the words
that would break the evil spell
cast on his woman
curse not meant for her
but to punish the poet
for loving her too much
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expects him to come soon
she teases then releases
practicing on herself
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that blinding moment
she understand she's his muse
inspiration's source
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we two celebrate
rituals in love's temple
wordless offerings
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in 67 i hit the clubs
in san Francisco's north beach
checking out naked women
far beyond my reach
women i'd seen in playboy
topless before my eyes
country mouse in the city
not beginning to realize
yeah they were famous and sexy
a delight for this soldier to see
but today if they're still alive
they're a bit older than me
still it's a good memory
the night and the money well spent
though beer was so damn expensive
i'm still really happy i went
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first glimpse awakens
then strange bodies are boring
loving retains heat
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there's many bodies
but only one will hold you
that person's power
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Labels: cat, donovan baldwin, mask, muse, nymph, poems, poetry
Monday, November 19, 2018
POEM: EVERY DAY IS HALLOWE'EN
By: Donovan Baldwin
Every day is Hallowe'en,
As I mask myself with words,
Hoping to escape discovery.
My treat is being near you,
But, if you saw me as I am,
You would run away.
With my face confounded
By metaphors and rhymes,
I deceive you.
Appearing innocent
And naive to you.
Behind my woven words,
I hide the real face,
Of the old poet man,
Who can but recall past love.
Hidden by my words,
I approach, hoping you
Will gift true smile to me.
Believing you see only a poet,
Who, under false pretenses,
Sees you as a man does.
Every day is Hallowe'en,
So, I will knock, and knock, and knock,
Upon your heart's door,
Always leaving empty handed.
Every day is Hallowe'en,
As I mask myself with words,
Hoping to escape discovery.
My treat is being near you,
But, if you saw me as I am,
You would run away.
With my face confounded
By metaphors and rhymes,
I deceive you.
Appearing innocent
And naive to you.
Behind my woven words,
I hide the real face,
Of the old poet man,
Who can but recall past love.
Hidden by my words,
I approach, hoping you
Will gift true smile to me.
Believing you see only a poet,
Who, under false pretenses,
Sees you as a man does.
Every day is Hallowe'en,
So, I will knock, and knock, and knock,
Upon your heart's door,
Always leaving empty handed.
Labels: donovan baldwin, Hallowe'en, Halloween, mask, poem, poetry, treat, trick
