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, April 18, 2020
STRANGERS SIT APART, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, WRITTEN MARCH 19, 2020
By Donovan Baldwin
strangers sit apart
brought together by events
meet with unknown friends
-----
dancing in her joy
poetry of her body
beauty and meaning
-----
sleeping like spoons
sharing the pressure and warmth
each breath a caress
-----
i sought her today
hunting faces and places
found her in my heart
-----
loving caresses
bodies in constant motion
how touching that is
-----
crossed the rio grande
del rio to acuña
returned quite debauched
-----
Old walls have stories,
Weathered old buildings,
Long standing trees,
Which someone planted,
Then lived, loved, hated.
Babies were born and
Time passed, the children
And the trees grew,
All got old until,
The human planted roots
In the ground like the tree
The walls crumbled,
And the house grew gray
And died, but,
The story remained.
-----
When I was a boy,
We would drive east on Cypress St.
The road would bend to the north
And become E Street.
At that bend, sat an old,
Unpainted house,
Leaning south towards the bay.
Abandoned by all,
But ghosts I imagined.
I went home and it was gone.
Just the grassy plot
Where it once stood.
-----
Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Cafe in Paris by Leonid Afremov
brought together by events
meet with unknown friends
-----
dancing in her joy
poetry of her body
beauty and meaning
-----
sleeping like spoons
sharing the pressure and warmth
each breath a caress
-----
i sought her today
hunting faces and places
found her in my heart
-----
loving caresses
bodies in constant motion
how touching that is
-----
crossed the rio grande
del rio to acuña
returned quite debauched
-----
Old walls have stories,
Weathered old buildings,
Long standing trees,
Which someone planted,
Then lived, loved, hated.
Babies were born and
Time passed, the children
And the trees grew,
All got old until,
The human planted roots
In the ground like the tree
The walls crumbled,
And the house grew gray
And died, but,
The story remained.
-----
When I was a boy,
We would drive east on Cypress St.
The road would bend to the north
And become E Street.
At that bend, sat an old,
Unpainted house,
Leaning south towards the bay.
Abandoned by all,
But ghosts I imagined.
I went home and it was gone.
Just the grassy plot
Where it once stood.
-----
Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Cafe in Paris by Leonid Afremov
Labels: Acuña, Cafe in Paris, dancing, Del Rio, donovan baldwin, haiku, Leonid Afremov, loving caresses, old walls, painting, poems, poetry, Rio Grande, sleeping like spoons
Friday, March 20, 2020
MAY I DRAW YOU WITH KISSES, AND OTHER POETRY BY DONOVAN BALDWIN WRITTEN FEBRUARY 19, 2020
By Donovan Baldwin
May I draw you with kisses?
Trace the dear warm flesh
Touch all the secret places
Which long so heatedly
To be exposed to love,
To be gazed upon,
Caressed,
To be warmed by breath,
Tasted and savored,
Treasured and desired,
Recognized as whole,
The finest work of art?
-----
my tongue inscribes words
love runes on quivering skin
carnal denouement
-----
a fantasy man
constructed from words and dreams
of someone he was
-----
i'm not only words
but experiences too
from which my words grow
-----
sunlight upon leaves
rustling of the mind's passage
fingers turn pages
-----
here's mother nature
captured in words and pictures
in my library
-----
sun draws its shade
moon ignites its silver globe
a romantic night
-----
giving up, i turned
stepping into a darkness
you suddenly lit
-----
skin prickles with heat
rising in expectation
straining eagerly
-----
her taut tipped bosom
breast rhythmically rising
neath my caresses
-----
Trace the dear warm flesh
Touch all the secret places
Which long so heatedly
To be exposed to love,
To be gazed upon,
Caressed,
To be warmed by breath,
Tasted and savored,
Treasured and desired,
Recognized as whole,
The finest work of art?
-----
my tongue inscribes words
love runes on quivering skin
carnal denouement
-----
a fantasy man
constructed from words and dreams
of someone he was
-----
i'm not only words
but experiences too
from which my words grow
-----
sunlight upon leaves
rustling of the mind's passage
fingers turn pages
-----
here's mother nature
captured in words and pictures
in my library
-----
sun draws its shade
moon ignites its silver globe
a romantic night
-----
giving up, i turned
stepping into a darkness
you suddenly lit
-----
skin prickles with heat
rising in expectation
straining eagerly
-----
her taut tipped bosom
breast rhythmically rising
neath my caresses
-----
Labels: donovan baldwin, fantasy, haiku, kisses, Mother Nature, painting, poems, poetry, runes, Salvador Dali, taut tipped bosom
