Friday, May 16, 2025
POEM - SAFE WITHIN EDEN
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
So safely protected within her paradise,
A place of quiet beauty and repose,
So peaceful and serene, her heart at ease,
Without storm or flame to shake her placid dreams.
Once upon a gentle breeze, she thought she heard,
A siren call, a poet's words, perhaps deceit,
Yet, suddenly aware of temptations sweet,
The wild words seemed to her such pleasant sins.
But, oh, the risk to heed the poet's call,
How thrilling to set her mind and body free,
To drink deeply from the poet's well,
Perhaps be barred from Eden for eternity.
Trembling she crept closer to the sound
She saw the poet, felt rather than heard,
The heat of his words that burned her bonds away,
Releasing her from Eden's thrall.
Poet took her hand and together,
They left one Eden for another,
Their whispered words bright embers,
Fireflies lighting their new Eden.
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Sunday, August 05, 2018
Poem: Possessions
By: Donovan Baldwin
I need not cadillacs, or caviar, or crowns.
Wealth to me is time and chance
To choose my words and thoughts
Pasting them upon some pristine page,
On days I choose to make the effort.
Power is to have another
Read and understand
Those words I have written
Taking some of it away.
Fame is to toss out
Some small thought or song
Or simile or metaphor
Picked up by someone else forever.
Food is cheese and bread,
Slice of meat, bowl of salad,
Simple lettuce and tomato,
With a cold glass of beer or wine.
Peace is sleeping each night
Waking to sun or rain,
But not to hatred or death,
Of friend or stranger.
I need not cadillacs, or caviar, or crowns.
Wealth to me is time and chance
To choose my words and thoughts
Pasting them upon some pristine page,
On days I choose to make the effort.
Power is to have another
Read and understand
Those words I have written
Taking some of it away.
Fame is to toss out
Some small thought or song
Or simile or metaphor
Picked up by someone else forever.
Food is cheese and bread,
Slice of meat, bowl of salad,
Simple lettuce and tomato,
With a cold glass of beer or wine.
Peace is sleeping each night
Waking to sun or rain,
But not to hatred or death,
Of friend or stranger.
Labels: donovan baldwin, fame, food, peace, poem, poetry, possessions, power, wealth
Saturday, August 04, 2018
Poem: Peace
By Donovan Baldwin
Blow wind, and drive away
Demons of earth and air.
They do confuse the minds of men,
And bring nearer the hot breath of death.
I seek not for myself,
Nor teach my children,
A hatred for "them",
Especially based only
On the fact that "they"
Live there and we live here,
Fearing us as we fear them.
I would offer out my hand,
And speak the word for "friend",
If "they" would/could do the same.
But, "they" don't trust me,
Although "they" have never met me.
My leaders say that "they" are evil,
Their leaders say the same of me.
I believe most are no more "evil",
Than you and I.
Perhaps the "leaders",
Theirs and mine,
Should go somewhere, and,
Have their own war,
And leave "us" out of it.
Blow wind, and drive away
Demons of earth and air.
They do confuse the minds of men,
And bring nearer the hot breath of death.
I seek not for myself,
Nor teach my children,
A hatred for "them",
Especially based only
On the fact that "they"
Live there and we live here,
Fearing us as we fear them.
I would offer out my hand,
And speak the word for "friend",
If "they" would/could do the same.
But, "they" don't trust me,
Although "they" have never met me.
My leaders say that "they" are evil,
Their leaders say the same of me.
I believe most are no more "evil",
Than you and I.
Perhaps the "leaders",
Theirs and mine,
Should go somewhere, and,
Have their own war,
And leave "us" out of it.
Labels: donovan baldwin, friend, peace, poem, poetry, war
