Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

Each night in dread anticipation

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BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

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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# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 9:41 AM 0 comments

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!!!

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BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

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BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

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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.

BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

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# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 8:52 AM 0 comments

 BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

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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# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 7:34 AM 0 comments

By Donovan Baldwin

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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By Donovan Baldwin

On the front edge of the night,

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# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 10:13 AM 0 comments

BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

Artist and Poet, Frida Kahlo

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.

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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..."

BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

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Arthur Conan Doyle

The shadows behind me,

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whatever you've done

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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

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poet writes outside the lines

defies tradition

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with sweet ink she writes

poetry upon petals

meant to be tasted

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i long to hold you

have you stay within my arms

forever and more

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she is too open

for the others to accept

so she turns to me

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at others' beck and call

I've never belonged to me

wanted for who i am

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made aware so often

i accept my worthlessness

in the eyes of the world

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once wrote poetry

it began to sadden me

so the urge left me

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the last thing i love

has now become a burden

i can no longer bear

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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

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a whole life I've spent

wishing for someone to care

but it's too late now

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the prettiest bloom

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# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 11:39 AM 0 comments

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By Ron Hicks

two sad lovers cursed

their most powerful desires

cannot defeat fate

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two tidal lovers

a sea of exclamations

a pounding of waves

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below the surface

it's so sweet resting down here

in your soul's ocean

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mid shadows of fire

there among the leaping flames

your image dances

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powerful her tides

strong the waves which cast about

we entwined lovers

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i cannot be one

my helmet and my rifle

as true as my pen

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kissing your closed eyes

telling you secrets with touches

smiling at your smile

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Donovan Baldwin

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# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 10:48 AM 0 comments

Boy of the wind and wave,

Bending trees beneath him,

Burning naked beneath the sun,

Taught poetry by nature,

By promises written on

The horizon of The endless sea,

Which became his mistress,

And, with words, his desire.

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caught him watching

never thought herself sexy

until that moment

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merely a poet

who's learned to remain hidden

only his words wanted

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At my age,

It's seldom about

Feeling good.

More likely

Feeling better,

Than yesterday.

Since yesterday

I might have felt like...

Well, you know.

Feeling better than that,

Might still NOT be

Feeling good.

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dawn's sensuous rise

love gloriously displayed

over earth's oceans

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she brings me flowers

offering them with a smile

beside which they pale

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we smile together

when we hear the ocean's song

though so far apart

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touched so many times

gentle smile and loving words

i seek every day

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ocean or fountain

i seek out a water nymph

to share poetry

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the more words she read

the more that she realized

that he wrote for her

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was it you or me

first saw the written poems

as our love letters

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ocean between us

joining not separating

singing us its song

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some words frighten her

yet they fill his poetry

and make her wonder

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redder than a rose

she's more brightly blossoming

by singing waters

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i await your touch

even if only in words

to know you read this

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Only a story,

A tale on the night wind,

A dancer by the fire,

Or sitting with me watching,

As life unfolds and becomes poetry,

Unconventional images stepping

Into the light,

Summoning us into the shadows

Where we may make love in private,

With words and touches,

And sigh and moans.

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At first adrift,

She gathers speed,

Sailing towards

Her ocean's edge...

Drawing back,

Anticipating,

The next foray,

Each new adventure,

Again and again,

The next turn

Of her tide

Until...

The ocean swells,

And she, swept on,

By the power of each

Successive wave,

Falls over the edge,

Into ecstatic oblivion.

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Sometimes it's hard to care

Without someone to care with.

It's lonely among people,

Who have no clue of who you are,

And would stare at you as they

Backed away if they did know...

It's a life full of echoes, when,

Only you understand yourself,

Or care...

Comes back to that...

Understand,

Accept,

Care...

Love?

I've got lots.

Wish you had some,

Somebody?

Echoes again,

Just echoes.

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his cursive etchings

true love graven in her skin

delight in each curve

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ecstatic climax

as everything that she is

unites for pleasure

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quivers with pleasure

the  words thar stripped her naked

filling needs and wants

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takes hold of his words

in her mind they come alive

touching her inside

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murmuring his words

like love's liquid in her mouth

tasted drop by drop

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she sacrifices

dies a little death for him

for herself as well

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# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 3:39 PM 0 comments

Ask the wind to sing for me,

Take me back to boyhood

In the woods beside the bay,

Climb those trees once more,

Contemplating in boyish ways,

The rhythm and adventure of

Life and the endless sea,

Progenitors of poetry,

And the future poet.

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Never call me broken.

Bent and crushed,

Crumpled and thrown away,

Stitched and sewn

Back together so much

My very soul looks

Like the Frankenstein monster...

But still walks, talks, growls,

And spits out poetry, so,

Don't ever call me broken...

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exposing myself

trying to speak the simple truth

others can't believe

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never ending roar

wind ceaselessly stings my skin

memories replayed

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let poet love you

write you into poetry

a few hundred times

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many love letters

well disguised as poetry

to adored goddess

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below soul's surface

she is like an ocean tide

drawing me with her

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best i stay unseen

remain poet who exists

as mere words of love

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heart beats and hand moves

while all the rest is dying

love remains alive

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gown about her feet

most revealing pose at dawn

watercolor orchid

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sharing our hearts' smiles

with our souls dancing naked

to our poetry

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a lovely morning

poetry over coffee

the look in your eyes

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morning's mist glistens

sweetly drips from her petals

dawn's enticing dew

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endless waves and wind

begetter of poetry

always the ocean

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dream she knows i'm here

knows of words i wrote for her

expecting nothing

----

seems a shy flower

yet hidden petals glisten

with love's fiery dew

-----

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# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 7:13 AM 0 comments

How many moments of desire?

What magic power do you exert,

Over the passage of poet's hand?

Without awareness, you have caused

Hours of creativity, and quiet sadness,

As one who loved you held his tongue,

Pouring his love into poetry

You admired but did not know

Was meant for you.

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started as a kiss

became her teeth on my neck

oral tradition

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exposed self to all

and drenched by seminal words

a poet was born

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friction summoned flames

hidden below her surface

waiting to be wanted

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consulting desires

as she selects tonight's toy

evening's entertainment

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kneeling supplicant

attitude of worship

muffled orisons

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sweet pacific sprite

sharing secrets in a smile

and poems she likes

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secret she can't see

doesn't know she's beautiful

and so i tell her

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pelting of raindrops

fingertips on naked skin

arousing tattoo

she stretches arches

an offering to nature

and her lover's touch

raindrops and fingers

causing body to tingle

with desires for more

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her body love's storm

lightning flares within her breast

erupts as pleasure

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brought me her secrets

and that night we unwrapped them

trying each one out

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bring me your secrets

in the darkness of the night

we'll see how they fit

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look and you'll see me

night's lightning my lantern

as i look for you

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recalls the moment

when she became immortal

in the words he wrote

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aching in her loins

so painful her eager tips

in need of love's touch

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he did not touch her

in her mind memories did

what happened was real

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i cannot keep you

i'll give you wings teach you to fly

if only you'd stay

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pursues ecstasy

lips open as sighs escape

the body she's freed

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a voluptuous world

golden orgasmic sunsets

sensuously folded flower petals

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how it's always been

no one's ever wanted me

always been alone

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was it the candlelight

glow illuminating love

made me dream to much

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yes love passed me by

but the muses gave me words

for my tortured soul

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it's so odd you know

life dedicated to love

yet never been loved

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you cannot imagine

how that sweet smile of yours

has excited me

-----

did not mean to shame you

excited by your natural smile

and my desire to kiss you

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By Donovan Baldwin

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