Saturday, January 18, 2025
POEM - WE CANNOT FIND THE SINGER
We've searched and all agree.
He's gone, his cloak on river bank
His lyre beside a tree."
One by one they nodded, said,
"His recent songs were sad,
But once they kept us dancing,
Full of life, so warm and glad."
They never knew the sorrow,
That the singer bore within,
The sad dreams that beset him,
Not betrayed by happy grin.
Year by year the darkness grew
His Muse dimmed and went away,
Light and color faded slowly
'Til he only saw in gray.
Still he sang for other's gladness,
As his happiness grew dim,
Hastened by the knowledge,
That no one sang for him.
Then came the day the singer
No longer could be found,
Just his lyre beside a tree,
His coat upon the ground.
If you enjoy a singer's song,
Accept it and be glad.
Just remember that the singer's heart,
Might within be dark and sad.
One thing that may give happiness,
To a soul that's growing dim,
Is knowing that somewhere someone,
May sing a song for him.
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Wednesday, January 15, 2025
POEM - HISTORY AND FUTURE
Two different questions,
Yet, two sides of one coin,
Perhaps, for,
So much of existence,
Must,
For we humans,
Be explained...
In its origins and antecedents,
Which change with new knowledge.
And our never-ending
Predictions and expectations.
Labels: donovan baldwin, human psychology, poem, poetry
Tuesday, January 14, 2025
POEM - AS IF THE MOON WERE WINE
Watched bright hours passing by
The floating of the cotton clouds
Upon the bright blue sky.
Came the night my love appeared
And with silver she did shine,
I sipped love from her tender cup,
As if the moon were wine.
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Sunday, January 12, 2025
POEM - SHAPE OF A WOMAN
It's what they have to say,
If your eyes be blue, green, or brown
I'd love you anyway.
The color of your skin,
Also matters not to me,
Nor the type of clothes you wear,
Tight bound or fancy-free.
You can have the biggest bust,
Or one that's rather small,
I'm not just going to love that part,
I hope to love you all.
Your bottom can be curvy,
Or perhaps a trifle flat,
That's fine because you see my love,
That's not what I'm looking at.
Fashion says how you should look,
If a fool, you heed and listen,
But, when I hold you in my arms,
It won't be "fashion" that I'm kissin'.
I want a woman in my arms,
Who just wants to be right there.
When it comes to height or weight,
I can't say I really care.
Age is not a factor,
Nor if you have much wealth.
Although I must admit, that
I have a thing for health.
If you can hug me tightly,
After I've acted like an ass,
Then open up your arms for me,
And become my charming lass.
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Saturday, January 11, 2025
POEM - IN THAT DEEP ABYSS OF STARS
Dark ocean stretching from
This small earth to infinities,
Ebbing and flowing with adventures,
Love affairs and poetic reminiscence,
Every sort of expectation even beyond
The understanding of men, and I,
Naked poet skinny-dipping,
Dip and stroke and draw out its ink.
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Thursday, January 09, 2025
POEM - CRIES OF THE DANCER
Of sunrise or sunset is just right,
I can smell a campfire,
Hear the cry of plaintive violins,
The claps and cries of the dancer,
As she whirls, her brightly decorated skirts
Flaring, sharing the exciting beauty
Of night, fire, music,
And her dance.
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Tuesday, January 07, 2025
POEM - DREAM WOMAN AND SHAMAN WOLF
Dream Woman walks,
Beside her - an old gray wolf,
Guardian, protector, guide,
Shaman wolf, warrior wolf,
Connection to this world
Of mortal men, watching over
Dream Woman as she steps through
The snow-filled forest
Of somewhere which might have been,
Head raised to the moon,
He reads the wind
To find the path upon which
To return her to their home
In the world beside the trail
They both walk within her mind.
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Sunday, January 05, 2025
ESSAY - LEEWAY OF POETS AND OTHER ARTISTS
I was reading an article in which the author (truth, it was a speech, ergo, the speaker) took the position that a poet had more leeway to produce his or her effect than a painter. Artist and Poet, Frida Kahlo
Labels: art, discussion, donovan baldwin, essay, painter, poem, poet, poetry, the message
Saturday, January 04, 2025
POEM - A GLASS OF THE AMBER LIQUID
Softener of memories,
Play, "The White Rose of Athens",
Again and again,
Blending memories of fantasies
With great Kentucky bourbon
Staring into a moonlit darkness,
Across a sea of moving
Silver tipped hills,
Seeing a face
Hidden in the moon,
Until,
Finally,
The music fades to silence,
The lonesome bottle,
Faithful dead soldier,
Stands empty guard
Over full and floating dreams,
Bathed by
Softly remembered moonlight,
Shining in another life
Which never happened,
But in desires and wishes,
Hearing one last echo of,
"Till the white rose blooms again..."
Turning with a sigh,
I pick up my pen,
And write the words...
"I pour a glass of the amber liquid..."
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Sunday, January 07, 2024
MY DECEITFUL WEB - A POEM BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
Path I create with its deceitful web
Verses strung across the road you tread.
Each whispered word, each stroke of pen,
To guide you to the gate, to lure you in.
Mysteries and riddles in my rhymes,
Secrets soft as the tinkling of chimes,
Hidden in remarks on day and night,
Words change meanings by candlelight.
Through the lines hints of longing flow,
As if recalling some time long ago,
When you and I with souls on fire,
Lived lives of love and sated mad desire.
A dark when embers rose up bright and high,
And your blaze burst out a wordless cry.
In silver moonlit streams shadows interlaced,
In most loving ways they are embraced.
All these secrets hidden in the ink
The spaces which provide a vital link.
With key in hand unlock the poet's gate,
Heart unravels mysteries I create.
Find the clues, the secrets that lie hidden,
Walk the path to pleasures long forbidden.
Your hand bold within this poet's grip,
Come with me upon love's joyous trip.
You and I seek love's eternity,
Hidden in my poems there lies a key.
Step into the trap if you will only dare
Cage your heart with mine within my snare.
Let tapestry fall, hiding us away,
As in secret our love games we play.
Our story passed along from age to age,
We two forever joined in love's dear cage.
Copyright January 7, 2024 by Donovan Baldwin
WHY SHAKLEE PRODUCTS ARE BETTER
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Wednesday, December 20, 2023
NO SHAME IN LOVING - A POEM BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
no shame in loving
combining private pleasures
sexual interludes. 💕✨
Sometimes, the most beautiful moments are the ones we keep to ourselves. In a world that often encouragesLabels: donovan baldwin, embrace your desires, love, poem, poetry, private pleasures, worldwide love
Tuesday, December 19, 2023
POET'S WORDS LIKE MOLTEN EMBERS - POEM
By Donovan Baldwin
Poet's words like molten embers
Erotic stories he remembers
She inhales his searing thought
Igniting flames she has fought..
In secret to contain,
But no longer can restrain.
Her back arched, bows to the Muse
Battle fought, now she must lose...
Love's arrows pierce her eager skin
Willing target lets them in...
Her body full of passion's fires,
Her mind toward ecstasy aspires.
Her lips burned by the poet's flame,
Speaks his words, cries out his name.
She is consumed, but not forlorn
For like a Phoenix fast reborn.
From the eager flames that bite
She rises glowing into the night.
Now he's her victim on her bed,
As she circles overhead.
In her mind the words remain,
Echoing again again...
She draws her poet to her breast,
Until the next fires they shall rest.
Copyright December 19, 2023
Labels: donovan baldwin, fire, Phoenix, poem, poet, poetry
Monday, December 18, 2023
HER NEW BEAUTY - A POEM
His touch, his sculptor's hands, revealing lines she'd missed,
Melody upon sweet skin, where discord used to twist.
His eyes, two mirrored pools, displaying newfound grace,
A new universe of stars, reflecting on her face.
Years, she thought herself in flawed and fractured form,
Drab canvas bedaubed with doubt, untouched by sun's bright storm.
He came to her with whispered praise and awe within his gaze,
Transformed mundane self image, and lit her hidden flames.
He heard her hidden symphony in her whispered sighs,
The strength behind her fears, the fire in her eyes.
Each delicious stolen kiss filled him with delight,
Revealed her many wonders, hidden out of sight.
She at last emerged from self-inflicted shade,
Embraced herself, the woman he saw, unafraid.
His love, through an alchemy, it seems,
Turned uncertain woman into a moonlit dream.
Each move that she makes now reveals her sculptor's art,
Beauty he showed her, poetry, beating in her heart.
Hands touch how his touched, and she thrills inside,
Masterpiece he brought to life, bathed in love and pride.
No tool or iron or wood changed her mortal shell,
By molded by acceptance, and words her love would tell.
Even in his mirrored gaze, she finally saw,
The awesome beauty he adored, her... without a flaw.
So let the sunbeams dance upon her form,
This woman, loved and seen, no longer lost in storm.
For learning from his love, she's found the way to be,
Her own heart's symphony, wild and beautiful, and free.
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Copyright December 18, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: beauty, donovan baldwin, poem, poetry
