Monday, December 01, 2025
VENUS HAS BEEN BORN, AND OTHER POEMS, DECEMBER 1, 2025
BY DONOVAN BALDWINDONOVAN BALDWIN
Venus has been born,
Beauty emerging from sea,
Ocean's salt liqueur,
Heralds the birth of goddess,
And the lust she shall invoke.
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accompany you
through dens of iniquity
where we share our love
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spank me she whispers
lays herself across his lap
awaits her reward
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she won't hide from me
for our secrets are the same
needing to be shared
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she suspects i watch
her body starts to tremble
knowing whet i see
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brings him his belt
naked ass exquisite pleasure
she begs him for pain
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The daughter of Anne Boleyn,
Elizabeth first was so thin,
Her twenty-one inch waist,
So tightly was laced,
With a corset to squeeze her in.
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coiled about us
bindings made of love and lust
and silken desires
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on quivering skin
his invasive syllables
find their within
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sharing her pleasure
open to the world she walks
her mission is love
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she'd not dared to show
intensity of desires
that he'd praise her for
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ebony her hair
with gray cursive curls within
halo of passion
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caress on my skin
like a flowing summer breeze
touching all over
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lifetime of giving
among people who just take
till almost empty
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pierced by passion's spear
body burned by constant flames
swallows love's liqueur
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hands on trembling pen
together we write of love
cursive lines that burn
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sin has not scarred her
good and bad created her
this woman you love
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greeted a stranger
welcoming him to her land
where all could share love
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poems to someone
"beautiful and far away"
in hopes she reads them
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She stared into the night. So many secrets. So many hidden things. So much condemnation when she revealed herself. Then she met the poet. His words seemed not only to absolve her, but to praise the intensity of her loving spirit. Hesitantly, she revealed secret by secret, sin by sin... and he listen. He smiled. He nodded. He spoke quietly, "You're safe to be yourself. You're with me, now," and she felt the chains break and the cage doors open.
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dips into her pool
creates ripples of desire
over her lips' edge
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she craves the big sins
the i have done it all sins
with him at her side
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carefully she kept
collections of fine pleasures
he had shared with her
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face behind the face
a demon or a beauty
which is hiding whom
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my lover disrobes
a mature mortal woman
a goddess dancing
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finely tuned pleasures
internal vibrations
crystal arias
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make me no excuse
bring me your joys and sorrow
to share together
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anthem aria
words of a forgotten song
poem on the night
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Now I don't want any drama,
Because I have ordered a llama,
It comes from Peru,
And in a week or two,
I'll be a proud llama mama.
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If you enjoyed these poems by the Fort Worth poet, you might enjoy his essay, Living Like A Slave In The Modern World.
Labels: Anne Boleyn, donovan baldwin, Elizabeth, erotic poems, Fort Worth poet, love poems, poems, poetry
Friday, November 14, 2025
WE FLEE TO EDEN AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
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| DONOVAN BALDWIN |
Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic, love poems, nsfw, poems, poetry
Sunday, November 02, 2025
CAME TO ME NAKED, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, NOVEMBER 2, 2025
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| DONOVAN BALDWIN |
Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic poems, poems, poetry, sexy poems
Sunday, October 26, 2025
ALONE WITH HER NEEDS, AND OTHER MICRO-POETRY BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, OCTORBER 26, 2025
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| DONOVAN BALDWIN |
Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic poetry, Fort Worth poet, love poems, micro poetry, poems, poetry
Friday, October 17, 2025
LONG HAVE I LOVED YOU, AND OTHER MICROPOETRY BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, OCTOBER 17, 2025
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| DONOVAN BALDWIN |
Labels: donovan baldwin, love poems, micropoetry, poems, poetry
Sunday, October 12, 2025
STORIES I CAN'T TELL, AND OTHER RANDOM MICROPOETRY BY DONOVAN BALDWIN - OCTOBER 12, 2025
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| DONOVAN BALDWIN - POET |
times that you and i made love
in secret places
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i've so many words
i can use to describe you
how you make me feel
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if you only knew
how many times every day
i try to find you
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when she's all alone
a time for private pleasures
solo adventures
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as i stand exposed
her fingers seek to mold me
as if i were clay
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touch me just one time
as if you meant to please me
make me feel wanted
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words a silken gown
rustling across her bare skin
causing arousal
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hold me just one time
make me feel that i belong
for a while at least
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singing our love songs
neath a silent silver moon
revealing secrets
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naked in the night
lovers turn their skins silver
moonbathe together
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weaving with my words
translucent gown for my love
to touch her for me
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lonely without you
echoing in heart and mind
my words so empty
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licking sinful lips
she's mellow with a slow burn
a honeyed vodka
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Alone in the dark on Gibraltar,
As her courage began to falter,
Then a monkey she met,
Became more than a pet,
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People think they're doing good
By being nice to me
I know it's just a subterfuge,
So they feel good, you see.
No one's ever wanted me,
Much less to be nearby,
Through all my many failures,
Give comfort as I cry.
I've never known what love is,
That feeling so sublime,
That someone loving me can give,
It's never been my time.
Each day has been a lonely thing,
In night's darkness so alone,
Never finally fell at peace,
Except when life has gone.
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she's dressed for the office
but her mind is somewhere else
nakedly exposed
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Pumpkins in the fall,
To Isabella do call,
Earth tones abound,
Falling leaves all around,
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i cannot help it
you awaken my old sins
and present desires
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life has come to this
ancient wreck of words and deeds
on the rocks of time
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If you enjoyed these poems, you might enjoy this random selection of micropoetry by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: donovan baldwin, love poems, micropoetry, poems, poetry, sad poems
Sunday, October 05, 2025
RANDOM MICROPOETRY BY DONOVAN BALDWIN - OCTOBER 5, 2025
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| Donovan Baldwin |
Labels: donovan baldwin, micropoetry, poems, poetry
Sunday, July 20, 2025
TWO HOT POEMS - TAKE MY HAND AND TURN & FOR BOTH OUR PLEASURES
Labels: donovan baldwin, mild erotica, poems, poetry, romantic poetry, secrets
Saturday, February 15, 2025
ARTICLE - THE POETRY OF ROBERT SERVICE
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| Poet Robert W. Service |
Key Characteristics of Robert Service's Poetry:
- Narrative Style:
- Service excelled at telling stories through his poems. Many of his works are ballads, featuring strong characters and dramatic events.
- Vivid Imagery:
- He painted pictures with words, bringing the rugged landscapes and harsh conditions of the Yukon to life.
- Rhythmic Verse:
- His poems are known for their strong, memorable rhythms and rhymes, making them enjoyable to read aloud.
- Themes of Adventure and Survival:
- His work often explores themes of adventure, hardship, and the human spirit's resilience in the face of adversity.
- Popular Works:
- "The Cremation of Sam McGee" and "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" are among his most famous poems. These works have become iconic representations of the Klondike era.
Here are some key points about Robert W. Service:
- He was often called "The Bard of the Yukon."
- His poetry resonated with a wide audience due to its accessible style and engaging storytelling.
- He also wrote poetry about world war one, and other subjects.
- His works remain popular to this day.
To get a good feel for his work, I recommend reading these well known poems:
- "The Cremation of Sam McGee"
- "The Shooting of Dan McGrew"
- "The Spell of the Yukon"
I hope this helps.
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Labels: donovan baldwin, poems, poetry, Robert W. Service
Monday, January 27, 2025
ESSAY - WHAIKU HAIKU?
Apparently, often without a net, as they tend to flash through the air of my mind and disappear.
Part of that's attributable to my ADHD brain, I'm sure. Always looking for the next exciting act and immediately relegating the previous one(s) to some mysterious hell hole from which only a few emerge from time to time, emaciated and staggering under the weight of chains of meaning, which, like those of Marley's ghost, only I can see.
We tend to see only the "finished" works of poets, but, if we could travel through time to their cottages and hovels, for poets ARE poor, aren't they, we would see scraps covered with words, phrases, sentences, and, possibly like some comedy sketches I've seen, piles of crumpled paper, each representing an "act" that didn't make the cut.
I have notebooks, scraps of paper, even, yes, cocktail napkins, and, more than once, a piece of toilet paper, with poems, ideas, words.
That's why I write so many haiku. That's how I save my words. Many of these short little snippets grow up to be real poems, the others serve to keep my disappearing thoughts alive.
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Labels: adult ADHD, donovan baldwin, essay, poems, poetry, poets, writing haiku
Thursday, January 16, 2025
ESSAY - ARE YOU A WRITER? DO YOU FEEL THIS WAY?
If I keep typing, something of value will come out.
Seriously, baseball players are considered great hitters if they get hits about 30% of their times at bat.
Writers take heed.
Also, I don't "expect" to get rich from writing. I do it because I have to.
I have never been paid a penny for anything I have written, although I HAVE been "paid" in copies of publications in which my poems appeared, I don't count manuals and reports written as part of a (ick) job for which I received a paycheck.
I write because I have to.
If I miss a day, sometimes an hour, I begin to feel myself somehow a failure.
It's funny, the "quality" of what I write seldom affects how I feel about my "writing". I might look down on a given piece, or feel that I'm in a bit of a rut, or, missed the mark, but, when I look back over time, I'm happiest that I kept writing.
Are you a writer?
Here's a test.
Did you write something today?
Yesterday?
Going to write tomorrow?
Two out of three makes it an 80% chance, give or take an error factor of 20, that you are.
Write on!!!
Labels: donovan baldwin, poems, poetry, writer, writing
