Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

In the graveyard of St. Lawrence
Church on Parrot Lane,
Cholesbury, England,
Lay resting
Ancient relatives of mine, cousins,
Exponentially removed by
Space and time from this
20th century Florida lad,
They, loyal (methinks) subjects of
Good Queen Bess, Elizabeth No. 1,
Unaware of our distant relativity,
And what their seed begot.

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paint her in colors
bright and gay and sad and gray...
love her any way

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reality spurs
ideas ephemeral...
like smoke hard to hold

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nearer than my skin
your arms and heart draw me tight...
as two becomes one

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sharing our pleasures
grown out of our strong desires...
blissful enjoyment

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we dine with red wine
exhilarated embrace...
drunk on each other

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her moonlit body
my fingers liquid silver...
erotic drawings

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she steps proudly forth
from her sheltering clothing...
determination

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lovers on the screen
offer little distraction
from our performance

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two lovely warm moons
glowing silver in the night...
my fantasy world

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hothouse rose blushes
observed it rises open...
awaits attention

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let's converse naked
make shameful revelations...
then make love again

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twenty-five percent
no real chance of rain today...
why is the street wet?

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By Donovan Baldwin

each small step chosen
with most intimate intent...
she dances to me

the dance part of her
in each movement and each look...
so naturally

these ancient movements
arising from within her...
from cave to condo

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ripened by nature
matured with age and knowledge
this loving woman

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poetry and wine
most arousing bedfellows...
for one or a pair

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So many blues
Looking over the bay,
As a storm moves in,
Sky and water,
Clouds and horizon
Its own mixture
Of moving steel
Separating
Ocean,
Earth, and
Heaven
From each other,
While part of all.

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i touch each old tree
recording remembering
boyhood manhood life

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gaze into my life
alone i array myself
in armor i need

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i hear the night wind
old friend come with messages...
your words as whispers

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performing artist
hands and lips deftly at work...
me her masterpiece

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i would tuck you in
whispering bedtime stories
softly in the dark

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begins with a look
then her touches and kisses...
arousal begins

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Painting, Seductive Dance by Louis Icart

Labels: dance, donovan baldwin, haiku, my life, night wind, old trees, performing artist, poems, poetry, storm, the bay, wine

By Donovan Baldwin

wine and poetry
read in the moon's silver light...
our kind of orgy

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afraid to shock me
i'll be more shocked and surprised
if you can't share truth

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slow playful kisses
hug becomes its own caress
love felt all over

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so quickly i fell
charmed by her carnal caress
her manifest love

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lost in her loving
i cannot contain myself
groaning with pleasure

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love one another
kisses caresses firm strokes...
same when we're apart

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her glistening lips
parted in pleasure longing...
an absent lover

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please don't be shy
woman in her prime of life
should do all with pride

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rising of venus
to satyr's enticing pipe
ecstatic goddess

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indulgent foreplay
true lovers with a mission
limitless passion

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when not together
we do without each other
not without pleasure

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dancing with the spheres
spread across the universe
like two shooting stars

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loving fingers play
amorous orchestrations...
applause and encore

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: caresses, donovan baldwin, groaning with pleasure, moon, passion, playful kisses, poems, poetry, satyr, Venus, wine

By Donovan Baldwin

she slowly pours wine
flowing over her body
my eager lips drink

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i open my lips
she pours her love over them
i drink her sweetness

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loving hummingbird
tongue amid blossom's petals
savors sweet nectar

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hear the thunder roll
watch the lightning burn the sky
my arms around you

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time waited for us
held its breath for us to meet
sighed when we first touched

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is it romantic
or intensely erotic...
perhaps both the same

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take me on a tour
show me all the high hard spots
and tranquil places

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seduces with words
penetrating poetry
and orgasmic odes

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she turns with a smile
accepting my bold challenge
daring in her touch

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i was the hunter
who chased the sweetest prey and
fell into her trap

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my burning body
on fire for the touch of you
your soothing kisses

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silken is the night
i wrapped her in and silver
the moon above her

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sweet fruit she offers
soft globes tipped with tart cherries
warm nectar to drink

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write my name in flames
burning it into your heart
a conflagration

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic, love, poems, poetry, romantic, seduces, thunder, wine

By Donovan Baldwin

mix our words with wine
exchange flavors with our lips
exquisite mélange

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i would eat them all
delicious treats you offer
so sweetly displayed

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sipping from your cup
savoring your loving wine
dripping from our lips

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naked embraces
blissful gratification
medley of desires

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warm water caress
as i guide the shower spray
over your body

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this loving moment
let your inhibitions fall
be true to yourself

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I pick up my words
Examine them,
Weighing and choosing,
Discarding,
Selecting,
For, to create an image
Of the one I love
I must choose only
The most accurate,
And yet romantic,
Erotic,
To describe one
So beautiful,
And so beloved.
At last,
With words in hand,
I begin..

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Quote: "Wine is bottled poetry", by Robert Louis Stevenson

Labels: caress, donovan baldwin, erotic, poems, poetry, Robert Louis Stevenson, romantic, wine, words

our secret market
where we barter kiss for kiss
touches for touches

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your love a diamond
my endless goal perfect gem
in ideal setting

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as each night passes
i write out my love in verse
words reveal my soul

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i poet, singer
troubadour seeking your love
offering mine to you

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i savor your fruit
puckered berries tasty ripe
offered with your love

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love's wine light and warm
tangy and sweet to my taste
i crave all you have

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Labels: donovan baldwin, haiku, kiss, love, night, poems, poet, poetry, troubadour, wine

By Donovan Baldwin

Her name, Erato,
Said to mean,
"Desired",
"Lovely",
Muse of poets,
Those followers of desire,
Makers of lovely things
Woven from words,
Fashioned from the longings
Of hearts drunk on the sweet
Deceptive wine,
Of the Muse,
Erato.

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Where do lost poems go,
The ones arrived too early,
Or too late, or when the Muse
Has ceased her chant, and
Recanting of her desire to
Share her words with this
Mad poet,
Withdraws, veil upon her face,
Leaving him with but memory,
Of the most beautiful poem...
Never written?

Labels: donovan baldwin, Erato, muse, poem, poetry, wine

By: Donovan Baldwin

I'm always wary of absolutes... okay, usually, almost, probably.

Still, my radar comes on when I see statements like, "Do this to get rich, happy, taller..." whatever. Usually involves chocolate, wine, or cabbage soup.

While we do share many common traits and feelings... desires, even lusts, we humans are just too unique for a "one size fits all" approach to most life situations and relationships.

Another one that makes me start looking for the exit, is, "________(fill in the blank with a group) like, want, expect, deserve...." etc.

In my 73 years, I've met too many people that simply do not fit into a mold prepared for them by pundits and politicians (and become my own odd little self in the process).

From soup to nuts, health to wealth, sexual preferences, religious teachings, personal trials and tribulations, internal and external scars, and glorious glowing of transcendent souls, we ARE different.

Until we accept THAT as the ultimate commonality among us, and learn to live WITH it, rather than trying to figure out how to get around it, fight it, or just plain argue about it, life's not going to be nearly the rewarding and enriching experience it could be... because people who can accept US the way each messy little, "spilling out of the box" individual of us is, ARE to be treasured.

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