Sunday, October 26, 2025
ALONE WITH HER NEEDS, AND OTHER MICRO-POETRY BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, OCTORBER 26, 2025
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| DONOVAN BALDWIN |
burning in private places
she beats at the flames
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image on my mind
all day i remember how
we wished it to be
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none would understand
our colorful fantasies
in this dull gray world
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i desire to do
the most lascivious acts
as you watch me sin
then you take a turn
giving yourself to others
watching me watch you
sharing our bodies
drinking ejaculations
of bodily fluids
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i just want to know
your so-called sins excite me
all you dare to share
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does she dare reply
even if but with a click
her heart left exposed
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wonder where you've gone
you were here a little while
was i too daring
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i can see your fires
as your secret needs take flame
in burning places
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none ever touched me
or put their arms around me
to make me feel loved
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thought she'd never find
one who understood her love
loved her how she loved
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amidst passion's storm
a hidden orchid blooms
within its own rain
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anoints my body
her consecrated nectar
a blessed giving
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private recital
fingering love's instrument...
such stirring chords struck
-----
button by button
exposing more than her heart
lifting more than his
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you sit facing me
surrender to titty play
soft orgasmic sighs
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if i could teach you
your sins were not sins to me
but steps to freedom
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drink and breathe i must
eat but have no appetite
love without return
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your tongue licks your lips
as each button comes undone
and a rose appears
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loving you daily
unable to love myself
the way that you do
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we're adam and eve
wandering our own eden
loving endlessly
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torridly tempting
her mind before her body
i had to have both
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how often I've failed
despite my best intentions
and earnest efforts
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speak with your body
name the sins we shall commit
show me how and where
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my hopeless searching
through all of my poetry
hoping to find you
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i have dined with her
her silver nectar flowing
over honeyed treats
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read what i put down
knew at once they were for her
loving words i wrote
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such expressive eyes
i look and make up poems
thoughts i read within
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two impossibly
entwined beneath black rainbows
their bodies on fire
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If you enjoyed this selection of poems by the Fort Worth poet, Donovan Baldwin, you might also enjoy Long Have I Loved You And Other Micro-Poetry
You might also enjoy his article Why Don't Diets Work?
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Friday, October 17, 2025
LONG HAVE I LOVED YOU, AND OTHER MICROPOETRY BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, OCTOBER 17, 2025
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| DONOVAN BALDWIN |
long have i loved you
through my silences and words
my many failures
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when warriors weep
and the poet's pen is stilled
love will stand waiting
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sweet cinnamon skin
salty tang to tracing tongue
dark delicious cream
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she's no longer young
she's experienced and tired
in search of understanding
to be loved for herself
the body bearing marks of time
the mind in search of thoughts
desiring internal ecstasies
after which she can rest in his arms
that's what he's seeking
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no negligee please
just enter the room naked
trail of clothes behind
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you've exposed yourself
made a public piece of art
prized by all and me
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enough of a boy
to yet enjoy the pleasures
dull adults cannot
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two kindred spirits
seeking one another out
unable to touch
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a modern facade
hides fabled queen incarnate
that i clearly see
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rose held to her throat
thorns about to open veins
of blood red poems
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how eager she is
sharing pleasures of the flesh
simply for love's sake
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how can i resist
pain i cannot live without
passions you inspire
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he and his lady spar
among objet d'art
in glistening white
settle down for a night
of loving the way they are
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sharp intake of breath
as i'm once more touched by you
memories arise
-----
haven't forgotten
all those sexy interludes
lascivious pleasures
-----
would you share with me
all that flows from pleasure's cup
once more like before
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two who love so hard
in every possible way
sharing adventures
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we had so much fun
shared exotic erotics
each possible way
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open mind like mine
body and soul made for love
we're so similar
Did you enjoy these short poems by Donovan Baldwin? You might also enjoy STORIES I CAN'T TELL, AND OTHER RANDOM MICROPOETRY BY DONOVAN BALDWIN - OCTOBER 12, 2025
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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
-----
as i stand exposed
her fingers seek to mold me
as if i were clay
-----
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
-----
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
-----
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
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
we discovered sin
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| Donovan Baldwin |
in dark beside the bay
teens beneath the moon
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drawings of lovers
living out their fantasies
lines intersecting
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too damn old you see
for feelings my heart contains
dreams of yesterday
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been thinking of you
wonder if you think of me
wishing that you would
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what sins have you done
that i haven't done myself
living and loving
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those "heathen idols"
nakedly expressing truths
we cannot admit
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always with respect
even when we both consent
to exceed love's bounds
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Expeditions on unexplained shores.
Seeking to open locked doors,
Chasing her dreams
For the pleasure it brings,
Heather Amaro explores.
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my darkness within
inner scars, still bleeding wounds
eternal injuries
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before sleep takes me
i remember holding her
naked bodies joined
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those exciting nights
my lover revealed to me
pleasures of desire
-----
if you love ignore
body shape and skin color
meaningless metrics
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arms around my neck
binding me to panting breast
her mouth seeking mine
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but would she kiss him
creature from another time
or just love his words
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she touches my words
but never has she touched me
i'll wait like always
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he spills poetry
all over her naked mind
like cold words on skin
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no kisses for me
no eager feral fondling
nor cries of content
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sexy fully clothed
it's never what she's wearing
but how she wears it
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rosebud's nymph
rising casting off its veils
delicate but proud
reaping her tiny fig
plucking tiny fruit to taste
among sweet juices
breathlessly explore
up and down her little hill
along its ridges
-----
i stoop to admire
her mysterious jewel
among pastel folds
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her words appearing
just above love's horizon
warm pastels of dawn
-----
If I may speak so bold,
My ears will never be cold
Laying back on the bed,
Your thighs round my head,
As my tongue explores each fold.
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poet at his best
a god creating eden
adam to his eve
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sweet dreams or nightmares
hold my hand demand my arms
however you feel safe
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words upon her skin
dripping as if heated wax
delicate places
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Did you enjoy this collection of poetry by Donovan Baldwin? Perhaps you will also enjoy Whatever You've Done And Other Poems By Donovan Baldwin.
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Sunday, July 20, 2025
TWO HOT POEMS - TAKE MY HAND AND TURN & FOR BOTH OUR PLEASURES
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
hide your secrets well
but never quite well enough
for me not to know
your boundaries dissolve
before rushing floods of love
you shouldn't but you will
your eyes tell me all
as you take my hand and turn
leading me within
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you guided my hand
places it was meant to be
upon your body
taught it where to stop
the way that spot was touched
bring moans to your lips
tempo and rhythm
perfect pressure and motion
for both our pleasures
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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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Monday, January 27, 2025
ESSAY - WHAIKU HAIKU?
My head is full of words. Many of them doing acrobatics, grabbing onto one another, letting go, flying through the air...
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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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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Thursday, January 16, 2025
ESSAY - ARE YOU A WRITER? DO YOU FEEL THIS WAY?
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
To be honest, sometimes I write on the basis of the "Infinite Monkey Theorem".
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!!!
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!!!
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Monday, December 30, 2024
POETRY - THE SHADOWS BEHIND ME, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, AUGUST 21, 2024
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| Arthur Conan Doyle |
Haunting me for decades
Conan-Doyle, Steinbeck,
Chesterton, White,
Burroughs and Tuttle,
Carrol and Milne,
The Lone Wolf,
And Nero Wolfe,
Bulldog Drummond and Doc Strange,
Shell Scott and Travis McGee,
Tarzan and Kazan,
The cold rings about
Unknown planets, and
Unknown heroes who died alone,
Believing it was worth the price,
And those you've never heard of,
And I've forgotten who in passing,
Managed to help me become who I am.
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one by one words end
one by one their echoes cease
poet is alone
-----
what purpose words
but for inflicting pain
upon myself
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gods deserted me
left me only echoes
of empty poems
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promises wither
I've a garden full of those
weeds and dead roses
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i said i love you
words i meant with all my heart
spoken from my prison
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in my life I've known
broken bones and broken heart
the one heals faster
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she reached out for me
i had no hands to touch her
love fell between us
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i would promise all
I've so little left to give
all i am is yours
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easily given
promises are brittle things
easily broken
for many decades
i've collected promises
in memory's bin
the tiny pieces
left when each one fell apart
so sharp they drew blood
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came to him naked
all she owned was left behind
her mind and arms open
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moon's silver slivers
whispered indecent proposals
among naked trees
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here's the only rule
do to my heart what you will
but you must mean it
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your clothes discarded
you cuddle up on my lap
bare skins caressing
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she's quite flexible
bending herself to shared whims
mutual desires
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touched her in those ways
she only dreamed of knowing
until she met him
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yes for love indeed
and mutual adventures
with a select few
-----
a gracious hostess
spreads herself on his table
entrée and dessert
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Labels: conan doyle, donovan baldwin, milne, poems, poetry, Shaklee
Friday, December 27, 2024
WHATEVER YOU'VE DONE, AND OTHER POETY BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, AUGUST 20, 2024
call it sin or otherwise
i'm glad i found you
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strokes of poetry
words thrust within her pages
fill her with meanings
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you appeared i smiled
smile that faded as you did
leaving me alone
-----
once my words have burned
not even ashes remain
of love they contained
-----
when the words all fade
and I've but one poem left
i'll write it for you
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when i needed you
somehow the universe knew
and brought me to you
-----
as if a goddess
you seat yourself beside me
creating heaven
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the things she taught
to arouse and satisfy
still good memories
-----
soldier poet prey to
siege of temporary lust
wages battle with words
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the words she lets fall
trash to her - treasure to him
turned into poems
-----
she prepared herself
stripped and lay upon the slab
for the sacrifice
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Labels: donovan baldwin, haiku, poems, poetry, words, writing
Wednesday, December 25, 2024
A DYING POET, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, AUGUST 19, 2024
a dying poet
cares less for the end of days
than the end of words
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she said she'd turn me on
if i told her my desires
i whispered her name
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he's tried so often
to write words that tell the world
how much he's loved her
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the beauty's in you
you're the one who cannot see
what i try to reveal
-----
poet writes outside the lines
defies tradition
-----
with sweet ink she writes
poetry upon petals
meant to be tasted
-----
i long to hold you
have you stay within my arms
forever and more
-----
she is too open
for the others to accept
so she turns to me
-----
at others' beck and call
I've never belonged to me
wanted for who i am
-----
made aware so often
i accept my worthlessness
in the eyes of the world
-----
once wrote poetry
it began to sadden me
so the urge left me
-----
the last thing i love
has now become a burden
i can no longer bear
-----
wait beside the tracks
for the train that never comes
the one bearing love
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no one can give me
what the fates have so decreed
will never be mine
-----
a whole life I've spent
wishing for someone to care
but it's too late now
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Labels: donovan baldwin, love poems, poems, poetry
Monday, December 23, 2024
NAKED NYMPH AMONG BLOSSOMS, AND MORE POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, AUGUST 18, 2024
naked nymph among blossoms
beside love's ocean
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shy she wears a mask
unaware her beauty shines
overwhelming me
-----
soft and sweet her smile
dark eyes full of messages
she hopes i will see
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a fantasy cat
a tale set in another land
a poet loved her
poet sought the words
that would break the evil spell
cast on his woman
curse not meant for her
but to punish the poet
for loving her too much
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expects him to come soon
she teases then releases
practicing on herself
-----
that blinding moment
she understand she's his muse
inspiration's source
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we two celebrate
rituals in love's temple
wordless offerings
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in 67 i hit the clubs
in san Francisco's north beach
checking out naked women
far beyond my reach
women i'd seen in playboy
topless before my eyes
country mouse in the city
not beginning to realize
yeah they were famous and sexy
a delight for this soldier to see
but today if they're still alive
they're a bit older than me
still it's a good memory
the night and the money well spent
though beer was so damn expensive
i'm still really happy i went
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first glimpse awakens
then strange bodies are boring
loving retains heat
-----
there's many bodies
but only one will hold you
that person's power
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Labels: cat, donovan baldwin, mask, muse, nymph, poems, poetry
Friday, December 20, 2024
POETRY - I LOOK INTO THE VOID, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, AUGUST 17, 2024
I look into the void
Selecting words with care,
Strong enough to withstand,
The cold of rejection,
Or the fires of desire,
Honest enough to change,
Without changing meaning,
For they are forged with love,
Brought by gods and goddesses,
Who taught how to make
Malleable metal into
Silken webs of words
To capture and hold
Heart's desires.
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naked in moonlight
shining silver secrets black
wishing he could see
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afraid to answer
holds her breath in silent hope
poet hears heartbeats
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goddess of desire
flesh and bone and arch and sigh
embrace that's love itself
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amazing such soft words
draped and dragged across her skin
could be so arousing
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you know i watch for you
your thoughts make my poetry
have reason and purpose
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so many years passed
since i last believed in love
some scars not yet healed
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never knew love as a child
found it once as an adult
tossed it away certain
i would find love again
but never did...
if you find it
hold onto it
or it might not
appear again
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somewhere beyond braille
lies the ability to taste, to feel,
the rising symbols of desire,
the unwritten responses
the pouring out of inks
as passion's catalysts
blend and bind, words
becoming sweet desserts,
of delicious tinctures
intended to be devoured
she shivers with delight as
his lips and tongue make haste
to read the love words
pouring from her skin
-----
bound with see-through words
stationary as she swallows
a pouring of poetry
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my single tattoo
invisible to all but me
your mark on my heart
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i've abandoned love
left it in the place it left me
perhaps someone will find it
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quirky sense of humor
i even laugh at funerals
except my own of course
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watching you watch the pen in my hand
the words striking your skin like a candle's wax,
the way you rise in anticipation of the next...
the arch and quiver as each strikes,
the panting gasp the guttural growl
as the kitten becomes tigress in need
begging for the next burning pleasure
to leave its mark on naked flesh
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he's slowly dying
soon only words all that remains
and they too will fade
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his words upon her
she appears gladly startled
at how they touch her
-----
when mind and body need
without planning or direction
fingers know her wants
-----
glad surprise as he
arrives unexpectedly
joins in her pleasure
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forget the others
trust the one for whom you shine
smiles because you exist
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do what you desire
your joy and pleasure means most to me
your happiness is mine
-----
i'll never be jealous
if you're living true desires
honest with yourself and me
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gods invented pleasure
made it a sin for mortals...
unbelievable
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