Thursday, February 27, 2020
POEMS AND HAIKU WRITTEN BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, JANUARY 14, 2020
Blushes not at
Its being bare,
For that is a
Sharing of its
Beauty,
The purpose
It was created for.
It blushes at
The happy joy
And ardent love
Upon the face
Of the gardener,
Who loves it
So intently.
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cannot help sadness
it's a part of who i am
wait for it to pass
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and still it flows this
stream of time and memory
which hides the future
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pounded by the surf
awash in sensual tides
open ecstasy
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Perhaps the sky has made me gray today
Painted me with today's dawn colors
Of mist and smoke, left me wanting
The true rising of the sun,
My favored glows and growing
Pinks and purples and burning golds,
Which give way to bright blue skies
And a few floating clouds for accent.
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i'm walking talking
scattering my ideas
in all directions
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see with my glad eyes
the vision you are to me
and smile as you do
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voices pass away
into old realities
born new memories
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kiss me till i tire
whenever that may occur
in some distant age
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Labels: donovan baldwin, flower, haiku, kiss, memory, naked, poems, poetry
Sunday, January 13, 2019
POEM: WHO WILL TAKE CARE OF ME WHEN I AM GONE?
By: Donovan Baldwin
Who will take care of me
When I am gone?
Who will tend the memory,
Share my words,
The story of who I was,
Or might have been?
Who will remember me
Beyond you,
For only you know me.
You will forget to share me,
When I am gone,
Only words and dust adrift,
In the sky above the sea.
When I am gone?
Who will tend the memory,
Share my words,
The story of who I was,
Or might have been?
Who will remember me
Beyond you,
For only you know me.
You will forget to share me,
When I am gone,
Only words and dust adrift,
In the sky above the sea.
Labels: death, donovan baldwin, memory, poem, poetry, remember
Saturday, September 23, 2017
Poem: I Desire No Epitaph
By Donovan Baldwin
I desire no epitaph,
Just your memories,
To mark my presence and passing.
Speak not of me to friends,
Or, strangers on the street,
For I only wish, that
My memory be in your mind,
And in your heart,
Passed on from you,
To another future era,
Because of respect,
And true love.
I am nothing without,
Your affection and respect,
And await your kind words and actions.
So, beloved friend, think tonight
Of me, and bless me with
Your respect and love.
Just your memories,
To mark my presence and passing.
Speak not of me to friends,
Or, strangers on the street,
For I only wish, that
My memory be in your mind,
And in your heart,
Passed on from you,
To another future era,
Because of respect,
And true love.
I am nothing without,
Your affection and respect,
And await your kind words and actions.
So, beloved friend, think tonight
Of me, and bless me with
Your respect and love.
Labels: donovan baldwin, epitaph, friend, memories, memory, poem, poet, poetry
Monday, August 28, 2017
Why I Have A Harpoon Head In My Bedroom
By Donovan Baldwin
If you go into my bedroom (Don't look at the mess.), sooner or later you will see something that you might want to ask me about.
Maybe the harpoon head.
If we dig around some more, we'll find belaying pins, marlinspikes, some pieces of fancy knotting, and books on knots.
Things my father owned.
He had a love for fishing, sailing ships, old things related to the sea, and, his hobby was knotting.
Hence all the knotted things he made; a dog leash, a whistle lanyard...now, the whip I can't explain, but, he DID make it. He used to go to an old ship chandler's business in a musty old building down on South Palafox Street in Pensacola.
Often I went with him.
Old guy running it could have been the model for Dickens' "Ebenezer Scrooge", to my young mind.
All I've got left is this stuff...oh yeah, and memories. Memories of my dad, with a book on his lap, belaying pins and marlinspikes driving my mother crazy, as he tried to tie the knots in the books.
Musty, dusty old store.
Musty, dusty old memories. But, they've stood the test of time..
Dad died in 1981. Gone 36 years as I write this.
Miss him, but, still got the memories and the knots tying us together.
The harpoon head? Never knew why he bought the damn thing. Just liked it I guess.
That's how he was.
Me too.
Maybe the harpoon head.
If we dig around some more, we'll find belaying pins, marlinspikes, some pieces of fancy knotting, and books on knots.
Things my father owned.
He had a love for fishing, sailing ships, old things related to the sea, and, his hobby was knotting.
Hence all the knotted things he made; a dog leash, a whistle lanyard...now, the whip I can't explain, but, he DID make it. He used to go to an old ship chandler's business in a musty old building down on South Palafox Street in Pensacola.
Often I went with him.
Old guy running it could have been the model for Dickens' "Ebenezer Scrooge", to my young mind.
All I've got left is this stuff...oh yeah, and memories. Memories of my dad, with a book on his lap, belaying pins and marlinspikes driving my mother crazy, as he tried to tie the knots in the books.
Musty, dusty old store.
Musty, dusty old memories. But, they've stood the test of time..
Dad died in 1981. Gone 36 years as I write this.
Miss him, but, still got the memories and the knots tying us together.
The harpoon head? Never knew why he bought the damn thing. Just liked it I guess.
That's how he was.
Me too.
Labels: dad, donovan baldwin, harpoon, harpoon head, knots, knotting, memories, memory, my father, sailing ships, ship chandler
