Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

Child of the ocean,

Boy of the wind and wave,

Bending trees beneath him,

Burning naked beneath the sun,

Taught poetry by nature,

By promises written on

The horizon of The endless sea,

Which became his mistress,

And, with words, his desire.

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caught him watching

never thought herself sexy

until that moment

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merely a poet

who's learned to remain hidden

only his words wanted

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At my age,

It's seldom about

Feeling good.

More likely

Feeling better,

Than yesterday.

Since yesterday

I might have felt like...

Well, you know.

Feeling better than that,

Might still NOT be

Feeling good.

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dawn's sensuous rise

love gloriously displayed

over earth's oceans

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she brings me flowers

offering them with a smile

beside which they pale

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we smile together

when we hear the ocean's song

though so far apart

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touched so many times

gentle smile and loving words

i seek every day

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ocean or fountain

i seek out a water nymph

to share poetry

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the more words she read

the more that she realized

that he wrote for her

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was it you or me

first saw the written poems

as our love letters

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ocean between us

joining not separating

singing us its song

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some words frighten her

yet they fill his poetry

and make her wonder

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redder than a rose

she's more brightly blossoming

by singing waters

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i await your touch

even if only in words

to know you read this

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Only a story,

A tale on the night wind,

A dancer by the fire,

Or sitting with me watching,

As life unfolds and becomes poetry,

Unconventional images stepping

Into the light,

Summoning us into the shadows

Where we may make love in private,

With words and touches,

And sigh and moans.

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At first adrift,

She gathers speed,

Sailing towards

Her ocean's edge...

Drawing back,

Anticipating,

The next foray,

Each new adventure,

Again and again,

The next turn

Of her tide

Until...

The ocean swells,

And she, swept on,

By the power of each

Successive wave,

Falls over the edge,

Into ecstatic oblivion.

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Sometimes it's hard to care

Without someone to care with.

It's lonely among people,

Who have no clue of who you are,

And would stare at you as they

Backed away if they did know...

It's a life full of echoes, when,

Only you understand yourself,

Or care...

Comes back to that...

Understand,

Accept,

Care...

Love?

I've got lots.

Wish you had some,

Somebody?

Echoes again,

Just echoes.

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his cursive etchings

true love graven in her skin

delight in each curve

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ecstatic climax

as everything that she is

unites for pleasure

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quivers with pleasure

the  words thar stripped her naked

filling needs and wants

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takes hold of his words

in her mind they come alive

touching her inside

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murmuring his words

like love's liquid in her mouth

tasted drop by drop

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she sacrifices

dies a little death for him

for herself as well

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By Donovan Baldwin

Is my name still remembered,
When those whose paths I've crossed,
Look out upon the ocean waves.
Do they remember the times we sat
Together by fires on the sand,
Making meals and merry,
With the sea's song and bounty,
And the many tales that haunt it,
Best told at the edges of that
Equal abyss of ocean and night,
Where ghosts of other adventurers
And poets who have lost their way,
Still roam, their words upon the wind...
"Is my name still remembered?"

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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

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By Donovan Baldwin

love's like an ocean
its tides so deeply flowing...
floating wet and warm

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ocean's quenching waves
cooling my fires of desire...
for all but my love

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sounds of talking waves
stories told in distant tongues...
i sit and listen

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warm waves on my toes,
steals the sand beneath my feet...
we hold each other

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kiss in the shallows
holding on in surging surf...
dragging us deeper

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wearing funny hats
cake and ice cream we're naked...
a private party

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rocks in the water
bare feet on sharp barnacles...
tendrils of blood swirl

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dark streets of munich
annie's at the rhumba bar...
my old memories

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i bought her flowers
sad rosie the prostitute...
working her birthday

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so damn many scars
a few happy memories...
how i became me

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I knew he was crazy,
But, he had no real friends.
I took him with me,
To Munich,
To The Rhumba Bar.
Didn't like the booze,
The service,
The girls.
Asked me to get the car,
Ran out,
Jumped in,
Drive!!!
I slashed their seats!
My favorite dive.
Couldn't go back.
The owner, Eddie the Jockey
Was good with a knife...
Too.

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let's not be fancy
stick to plain words and kisses...
no embellishments

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heavy lidded eyes
many soft and sleepy sighs...
carry you to bed

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tuck you tightly in
with many goodnight kisses...
stand watch by your side

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i taste your story
savoring the spicy parts...
fingers mark the spot

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Poems copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

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By Donovan Baldwin

moments of pleasure
our afternoon interludes
times of guiltless sin

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falling leaves floating
side to side on autumn breeze
humming through the trees

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my words messages
poems adrift on the sea
seeking your soft shores

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Old customs leave us
To be missed a bit
Perhaps as memory.
My great aunt Lula always
Wore her "widow's weeds"
In public after uncle Irwin died.
Respecting his memory,
Widow in public,
Woman at home alone
In her simple floral dress,
Hair up in a bun,
Awaiting death.

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Life is a two edged word
One edge is obvious,
Necessary...
Existence.
The other is optional,
Less specific...
Pleasure.
Yet one gives the other
Worth,
Value,
Purpose,
To truly live
One must live.
Tricky word,
Those who understand...
Understand.

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humming an old song
near forgotten melody
wordless memory

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her brilliant flower
love's sweetly scented blossom
in nature's garden

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nature speaks to me
ancient tongue i understand
but cannot utter

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I am never alone
For discourse I, at least,
Can see one side
Upon the page,
The words of,
Philosophers, and
Frivolous fools
Poets, potentates, and
Pundits,
And, as for company,
Your eyes upon me
In my imagined room,
Hand warm upon
My shoulder,
As I read.

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Some own the land
On which I stand,
But none all that I see.

And for the ocean
I have the notion
It alone belongs to me.

Those with gems and rings
Own material things,
Which reside within my being

They'll never own
For they've never known
The poet's way of seeing.

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strange though i may be
i am but poet at heart
sharing dreams in words

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madly making love
lost in the moment's passion
our desires set free

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who i am inside
lover of life sun and wind
i will share with you

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Poetry Copyright 2020 By Donovan Baldwin
Art: Adam & Eve by Adriaen van der Werff

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