Monday, March 02, 2020
Rest Ballerina and Other Poems Written January 18, 2020
By Donovan Baldwin
rest ballerina
how arduous your efforts
creating beauty
-----
ensnared by my words
bound by ardent poetry
willing submissive
-----
sunset's exposé
colorful production in
cinematic hues
-----
fore my yearning eyes
you pass aware of my gaze
and power you wield
-----
without touch i feel
without sight i can see you
always there for me
-----
written on my skin
poured into my thirsting mouth
your amorous words
-----
beneath the sky's fire
lit by sunset we ignite
bursting into flames
-----
beneath our blanket
we lovers perform our own
rising at the dawn
-----
poet i thought i
wrote you into existence
but learned you were real
-----
Most eclectic bookcase,
Built by my father into one wall,
Floor to ceiling with books
Literary guild,
Book of the Month Club,
Bible and Britannica
There I found
The old tattered book of poems,
Hunted Moby Dick,
Rode with the Musketeers,
And read of many troubles
I was too young to understand,
But, I learned at this school, this
Most eclectic bookcase.
-----
she sparkles glitters
a plethora of colors
my dancer of light
------
Copyright March 2020 By Donovan Baldwin
how arduous your efforts
creating beauty
-----
ensnared by my words
bound by ardent poetry
willing submissive
-----
sunset's exposé
colorful production in
cinematic hues
-----
fore my yearning eyes
you pass aware of my gaze
and power you wield
-----
without touch i feel
without sight i can see you
always there for me
-----
written on my skin
poured into my thirsting mouth
your amorous words
-----
beneath the sky's fire
lit by sunset we ignite
bursting into flames
-----
beneath our blanket
we lovers perform our own
rising at the dawn
-----
poet i thought i
wrote you into existence
but learned you were real
-----
Most eclectic bookcase,
Built by my father into one wall,
Floor to ceiling with books
Literary guild,
Book of the Month Club,
Bible and Britannica
There I found
The old tattered book of poems,
Hunted Moby Dick,
Rode with the Musketeers,
And read of many troubles
I was too young to understand,
But, I learned at this school, this
Most eclectic bookcase.
-----
she sparkles glitters
a plethora of colors
my dancer of light
------
Copyright March 2020 By Donovan Baldwin
Labels: ballerina, bookcase, donovan baldwin, poems, poetry, power, sunset, touch, words
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
