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By Donovan Baldwin

Is my name still remembered,
When those whose paths I've crossed,
Look out upon the ocean waves.
Do they remember the times we sat
Together by fires on the sand,
Making meals and merry,
With the sea's song and bounty,
And the many tales that haunt it,
Best told at the edges of that
Equal abyss of ocean and night,
Where ghosts of other adventurers
And poets who have lost their way,
Still roam, their words upon the wind...
"Is my name still remembered?"

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By Donovan Baldwin

love's like an ocean
its tides so deeply flowing...
floating wet and warm

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ocean's quenching waves
cooling my fires of desire...
for all but my love

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sounds of talking waves
stories told in distant tongues...
i sit and listen

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warm waves on my toes,
steals the sand beneath my feet...
we hold each other

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kiss in the shallows
holding on in surging surf...
dragging us deeper

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wearing funny hats
cake and ice cream we're naked...
a private party

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rocks in the water
bare feet on sharp barnacles...
tendrils of blood swirl

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dark streets of munich
annie's at the rhumba bar...
my old memories

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i bought her flowers
sad rosie the prostitute...
working her birthday

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so damn many scars
a few happy memories...
how i became me

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I knew he was crazy,
But, he had no real friends.
I took him with me,
To Munich,
To The Rhumba Bar.
Didn't like the booze,
The service,
The girls.
Asked me to get the car,
Ran out,
Jumped in,
Drive!!!
I slashed their seats!
My favorite dive.
Couldn't go back.
The owner, Eddie the Jockey
Was good with a knife...
Too.

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let's not be fancy
stick to plain words and kisses...
no embellishments

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heavy lidded eyes
many soft and sleepy sighs...
carry you to bed

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tuck you tightly in
with many goodnight kisses...
stand watch by your side

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i taste your story
savoring the spicy parts...
fingers mark the spot

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Poems copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

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By Donovan Baldwin

big white bird on wing
feet and wingtips tiptoeing
across pond's surface

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don't let go of me
feeling your heart holding tight
helps me to hold on

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clad only in thoughts
old memories in the air
caressing my skin

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the rain starts falling
orchestra starts playing with
nature's tambourine

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quiet water waves
warm breezes trickling shoreward
meditation bay

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sea becomes the sky
misleading the human eye
to eternity

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Blurry visions as I awaken
Goals and intentions
Filmy but firm,
Worming their way
Into my increasing
Consciousness,
Creating challenges
I know I must overcome
Before reality sets in,
And I don my
Tattered and cracked,
Semi-bulletproof armor
Which has served me so well
These many decades, but,
Leaving the inner man
To fend for himself,
Using the skills and weapons,
Deceits and ruses,
Which have served so well,
Keeping me alive these
Three quarters of a century.

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

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By: Donovan Baldwin

You are so loved, that I,
As in my morning bed I lie,
Dream I'm resting by your side,
Sea, and love at highest tide,

We hear the waves on sandy shore,
Roll and beat, one more, one more,
And driven by each beating wave,
Reach for each other... hope to save...

The memory of that morning love,
Whole til death... beyond, above.
While loving you is wave within,
A rolling tide without an end.

May 22, 2018

Labels: love, poem, poetry, romantic poem, romantic poetry, sea, tide, waves

To The Sea Of My Hopes
By Miles D.C.

To the sea, to the sea.
Everything flows towards it.
Tears of joy or despair,
make their way eventually,
to the sea.

To sit by its side,
its unpredictable waters,
is to be acquainted once again
and know silence,
as it has been there for thousands of years.
The same silence that whispers
ever so loudly,
dreams and hopes,
if, by chance, you've sat long enough
to be as silent, as it is.

To sit by the ocean,
the ever perpetual sea,
is a privilege of the few
who can see beyond what just is,
and look into the depth
of their own despair
of how, life, as we know it,
follows a rhythm
unlike that of the perpetual sea.
And unlike its nature,
knowing how time will inevitably
one day run out,
to just sit by the sea,
is to know hope.
And with hope, come all love.
Hope floats
when everything else fails.
Hope comes knocking
when it has washed away,
all despair,
all pride,
all anger
at how changeable everything is.
Like the sea.

To the sea then, to the sea.
Everything flows to it.
All the love that I have
makes its way eventually,
to the sea.

Resting my eyes on the horizon,
gazing upon the bright reflection
of the sun on the water,
I turn my face to the it,
to taste and breathe it in,
that distinct ocean scent -
the same one that's seen
a thousand other
hopefuls like me.

Hoping to be set free,
hoping to let go,
hoping to find peace,
in the midst of its turbulent waters.
I plunge head on, unmindful
of the wave upon wave
crashing around me.
Mercilessly.
Uncaring, of how close
or how far, I am to the shore.
Because, I came, to be with the sea.
To offer up my doubts,
my fears,
my laughter,
my happiness,
to its embrace.
Cold yet comforting.

To the sea, to the sea.
Everything flows to the it.
All that we are,
finds its way eventually,
to the sea.

Human life ebb and flow
like the sea, and like the sea,
it carries away
everything... all the pain,
the sins, the regrets.
It washes away even shame.
Shame borne out of living
only half a life.

Ever moving yet ever present.
Ever changing and ever constant.
Ever silent and ever full of the sounds
of the earth.

We'll all find our way,
one day,
to the sea.

That, is my hope, for you and me. http://joybound.wordpress.com/

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Original Poetry by Donovan Baldwin

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