Tuesday, April 21, 2020
OLD SOLDIER AWAKES, AND OTHER POETRY BY DONOVAN BALDWIN WRITTEN MARCH 22, 2020
By Donovan Baldwin
OLD SOLDIER AWAKES
Blurred visions, aches and pains,
As I awaken, goals and intentions,
And old enemies, filmy but firm
Worming their way into my increasing
Consciousness, creating challenges
I know I must overcome
Before reality sets in,
So, tiredly I don, the old familiar
Tattered and battered
Bulletproof armor
Which has served me so well,
These many decades, but,
Leaves the inner man,
Unprotected,
To fend for himself,
Using the tools and weapons,
Deceits and ruses, lies I tell myself
So that I may speak the truth to others.
Strategic deceptions, tactical prevarications
Which have kept both inner and outer man alive,
And at his post of duty, three quarters of a century.
-----
strip off the old you
look that look and walk that walk
flash me some sexy
-----
spill love over me
fill me to overflowing
help me drain the cup
-----
a kiss on my lips
you forgot it when you left
please come reclaim it
-----
Her: Come over. I'm naked and I'm horny.
Me: Don't #tease me, woman.
Her: I'm serious!
Me: Yeah, sure!
Her: I've got cheap red wine and a new book of erotic poetry to read to you.
Me: I'll be right there!!!
-----
we must kiss with words
touching with warm thoughts and dreams
lovers kept apart
-----
strongly shaken by
visceral exaltation
pleasing pulsations
-----
lips and breaths mingled
playful kisses and touches
bodies caressing
-----
gleaming string of pearls
love's soft translucent necklace
adorn her bosom
-----
her goblet of wine
she refills at my desire
and tips to my lips
-----
she's done nothing wrong
deserving a tongue lashing
yet it's what she wants
-----
teach me other ways
i learn by doing, my love
take me down your path
-----
rain on bare bodies
hot with mutual passion
natural desires
-----
Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Painting, Old Soldier by Lev Vitkovsky
OLD SOLDIER AWAKES
Blurred visions, aches and pains,
As I awaken, goals and intentions,
And old enemies, filmy but firm
Worming their way into my increasing
Consciousness, creating challenges
I know I must overcome
Before reality sets in,
So, tiredly I don, the old familiar
Tattered and battered
Bulletproof armor
Which has served me so well,
These many decades, but,
Leaves the inner man,
Unprotected,
To fend for himself,
Using the tools and weapons,
Deceits and ruses, lies I tell myself
So that I may speak the truth to others.
Strategic deceptions, tactical prevarications
Which have kept both inner and outer man alive,
And at his post of duty, three quarters of a century.
-----
strip off the old you
look that look and walk that walk
flash me some sexy
-----
spill love over me
fill me to overflowing
help me drain the cup
-----
a kiss on my lips
you forgot it when you left
please come reclaim it
-----
Her: Come over. I'm naked and I'm horny.
Me: Don't #tease me, woman.
Her: I'm serious!
Me: Yeah, sure!
Her: I've got cheap red wine and a new book of erotic poetry to read to you.
Me: I'll be right there!!!
-----
we must kiss with words
touching with warm thoughts and dreams
lovers kept apart
-----
strongly shaken by
visceral exaltation
pleasing pulsations
-----
lips and breaths mingled
playful kisses and touches
bodies caressing
-----
gleaming string of pearls
love's soft translucent necklace
adorn her bosom
-----
her goblet of wine
she refills at my desire
and tips to my lips
-----
she's done nothing wrong
deserving a tongue lashing
yet it's what she wants
-----
teach me other ways
i learn by doing, my love
take me down your path
-----
rain on bare bodies
hot with mutual passion
natural desires
-----
Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Painting, Old Soldier by Lev Vitkovsky
Labels: donovan baldwin, Lev Vitkovsky, love, old soldier, painting, poems, poetry
Saturday, November 11, 2017
Poem: Once They Were Young
I originally posted this somewhere else a while back, but, thought I'd re-post it here, today, Veteran's Day, 2017.
I had to go to the Veteran's Administration Outpatient Clinic in Fort Worth, Texas, recently and was surrounded by old people (don't look in the mirror), and was reminded that they too were once much younger.
BTW: Absolutely NO disrespect to all our sisters, young and old who have also served. Just a preponderance of guys with whom I identified.
ONCE THEY TOO WERE YOUNG
By: Donovan Baldwin
Once they too were young.
They tried it all back then,
And did not walk with canes
Or squint to see
Dim words upon a page,
Or cup their hands
Behind their ears
To hear the soft voice
Which called their name...
Next to see the doc.
Once, they were the young
And salty lads,
Scoffing at half blind
And deaf old men
Shuffling with their canes,
Ogling young women
While remembering
When they had tried it all...
As the old men kept
The secret passed
Once to them
By still older men...
"Scoff now while you can,
My son,
For I am you grown old."
-----
Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
I had to go to the Veteran's Administration Outpatient Clinic in Fort Worth, Texas, recently and was surrounded by old people (don't look in the mirror), and was reminded that they too were once much younger.
BTW: Absolutely NO disrespect to all our sisters, young and old who have also served. Just a preponderance of guys with whom I identified.
By: Donovan Baldwin
Once they too were young.
They tried it all back then,
And did not walk with canes
Or squint to see
Dim words upon a page,
Or cup their hands
Behind their ears
To hear the soft voice
Which called their name...
Next to see the doc.
Once, they were the young
And salty lads,
Scoffing at half blind
And deaf old men
Shuffling with their canes,
Ogling young women
While remembering
When they had tried it all...
As the old men kept
The secret passed
Once to them
By still older men...
"Scoff now while you can,
My son,
For I am you grown old."
-----
Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: donovan baldwin, military veteran, old soldier, poem, poetry, Veteran's Day
