Wednesday, March 29, 2023
TWICE BLUSHING FLOWER, AND OTHER SHORT POEMS, MARCH 28, 2023
twice blushing flower first blush at touch of his words... second her own thoughts
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time to taste your love
soft love spilled on you from me...
becomes part of us
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alone in darkness
i play scenes over again...
we have not yet lived
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reaches out for her
when the storm breaks over him...
her love's safe haven
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a specific heart
not one simple type to find...
laying on love's shore
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with the rise of dawn
life and i awaken to...
daylight dreams of you
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feels she's not worthy
not aware that he treasures her...
just the way she is
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he whispers nothings
sets them free on summer breeze...
in hopes she will hear
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a lifelong battle
carried so many secrets...
burdens of others
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not bound to earth
nightly we visit the moon...
to be together
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riding wild currents
as we swim in love's river...
caught in its rapids
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shame on her some say
she doesn't feel she does wrong...
her lover agrees
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i once rode the storms
playfully defied wild winds...
now but memories
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light begins to dim
old dark memories return...
with sad loneliness
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#love #poems #poetry #donovanbaldwin
Labels: blushing, darkness, donovanbaldwin, haiku, love poems, senryu, short poems, taste
Monday, May 18, 2020
THE MOST DARING ROUTES, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN WRITTEN APRIL 9, 2020
By Donovan Baldwin
Those little lines on maps,
The smallest, sometimes mere dots,
Most boring lines meandering, but,
Upon the earth, becoming
The most daring routes
Beckoning the foolhardy,
Irrepressible adventurers, and,
Poets, who specialize in turning
Boring lines into beautiful
Pathways of the imagination.
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Embracing in our cozy love nest,
Intimately entwined in search of
Mutually consensual ecstasy,
Each making love to... for... the other,
We reach that consummate state
Of orgasmic bliss, feeding upon
The pleasure given to our lover.
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i'm too old sometimes
the visible part you see...
inside much younger
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so bold is her touch
as if sculptor seeking me...
i pose barely breathe
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skin touched by night's breeze
in moon glow so sensuous...
goddess in the flesh
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i think i taste you
in the flavor of your name...
almost like kisses
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i plant my kisses
hope to cultivate your love...
reap the benefits
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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Image: Road Map of the state of Arizona, USA
The smallest, sometimes mere dots,
Most boring lines meandering, but,
Upon the earth, becoming
The most daring routes
Beckoning the foolhardy,
Irrepressible adventurers, and,
Poets, who specialize in turning
Boring lines into beautiful
Pathways of the imagination.
-----
Embracing in our cozy love nest,
Intimately entwined in search of
Mutually consensual ecstasy,
Each making love to... for... the other,
We reach that consummate state
Of orgasmic bliss, feeding upon
The pleasure given to our lover.
-----
i'm too old sometimes
the visible part you see...
inside much younger
-----
so bold is her touch
as if sculptor seeking me...
i pose barely breathe
-----
skin touched by night's breeze
in moon glow so sensuous...
goddess in the flesh
-----
i think i taste you
in the flavor of your name...
almost like kisses
-----
i plant my kisses
hope to cultivate your love...
reap the benefits
-----
Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Image: Road Map of the state of Arizona, USA
Labels: Arizona, haiku, kisses, love nest, poems, poetry, taste, touch
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
POEMS, COMMENTS, AND HAIKU BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, SEPTEMBER 27, 2019
our bodies so closely wed
exploring desires
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ecstatic moment
from which we arise released
refreshed and renewed
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ride upon the wind
together to love's sharp edge
flying into space
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lay back on your bed
open to me as lover
welcome me inside
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whet my appetite
entice me with your offers
capture me with love
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there upon my tongue
lingers the taste of your love
last drops of honey
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Copyright October 2019 by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: bed, donovan baldwin, haiku, honey, love, poems, poetry, taste
