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They tell me that I have B.O., But, "That's a lie!" I cry, "Not so!" They claim I don't bathe well at all, In bathtub or in shower stall, Because the soap I daily use, Is not the kind that they'd have me choose. Nor, do I squirt the squirty-stuff, That they assure will do enough Which keeps my pristine body sweet, From top of head, to soles of feet. My response is, "Balderdash!" That sort of stuff gives me a rash. From both boob tube and magazine, They point, and cry, "Unclean! Unclean!" Although I try my very best, Their voices wreck my nightly rest. "Your armpits and your breath both stink! Grease and hair clog the bathroom sink!" My eyes are red, my head now aches. Which pill or powder should I take? They want to sell, and not cause harm, But, they've sent me to the funny farm, Where nice young folks in white walk past, Without a word about my gas. • Donovan Baldwin

Adulthood has been given One fair shot. And I must say that I... Have not Been much amused or Gratified, Nor as a human man Well satisfied At what passes now about As adult thought And so believe I ought... To go and swing on trees, Engage in fun and play, Before they come, and Take it all away. • Donovan Baldwin

Alone is what happens When time passes, And, you don't. Alone is a place which exists Without space or time Which still exists within. Alone means years pass, Leaving fewer yet to pass, And, less to fill them. Alone is what happens, To everyone, Sooner or later. • Donovan Baldwin

"Do you believe in love," They asked. Without hesitation, he replied, "Yes. I do believe in love, For, often in my past, I have known love, As even today I know it. I have been prepared To give everything, Possessions, pride, All...even myself, For those I love, and loved, And, often so have done." "If you believe in love, And loved so much," They said, "How can you be so sad? For how can one who knows love, So often and so truly, Be sad! In quiet voice, he replied, "For love has not known me." • Donovan Baldwin

I watch you Step by daring step, As you cross the room. The many layers Required by custom among the public Dropping here in private, As do the leaves in Autumn, Leaving bare your natural form Revealed to be so beautiful to my eyes, So desired within my soul, The approaching of my love Awakening in me a Spring, A desire for warm kisses on my skin, The taste of the sweet breeze from your lips, Entering and filling me, Signalling the coming of love which Will be the climax of This... Our shared season. • Donovan Baldwin

Do you dance, my love, Hum love songs in private, Dream dreams of you and me, On moonlit paths along the sea, Among high trees, a gentle wind, Singing in the stirring leaves, As we hum love songs, Dance upon the moonlit trail, Hand in hand, In the dream we dream, Of you and me? • Donovan Baldwin

A great treasure found, Changes lives, Creates a new view Of world and life, Future possibilities, Opportunities of Adventure and love. Perhaps, she is the treasure, Herself the love And adventure, Long sought, Finally found. • Donovan Baldwin

We speak of secret gardens. I have mine, you have yours. Each beautiful to each. We might not recognize The beauty of the other's, Yet, the beauty is there, As is the peace of Being able to retire there, Among the stimuli which Mean the most to us. Yours is as beautiful as mine. • Donovan Baldwin

Were I To Love Were I to love, And never speak, The words of love, Rattling in my head, How empty would My world be. For love must have, The sounds of love, The words, the winds, The thunderstorms, The quiet breezes, That fill the skies. Were I to love, And never show, The gestures and, My wide eyed smile, How would she know, My inmost thoughts. For love must have, The sights of love, The sunlight, moonlight, The brightest blossoms, The emerald seas, Where love sails. Were I to love, And never kiss, The dear soft lips, Which smile at me, For fear of failure, How would I know? For love must have, The moment joined, The passion shared, The vows and oaths, The uniting of the two, That makes them one. • Donovan Baldwin

Remember this: Often when you read my words, They were written by my heart Without checking with me first, But, also remember, I read them later, And let them stand. • Donovan Baldwin

Old men should never fall in love. The pain is not as deep as it was in youth, But, in many ways, is deeper and more mortal. Old men have no way to step aside, Nor deflect, The feelings that they thought, Have long been buried. New love in old men brings up memories, And dreams Which they no longer know how To deal with. Nor can they hope to live forever, Dance all night, Or make love With passion, As they did when they were young. Even worse, they know it. They know they could make love, In ways which might surprise, A younger inexperienced woman, Who probably believes they've never made love. But, There's no way to explain Without being laughed at, Or spurned, And, You certainly cannot demonstrate. There's no where for an old man to go, If he loves and is rejected, Or loves and is accepted. An old man in love becomes trapped, Seldom living with his love, But with dreams, memories, Phantoms, and fantasies instead. • Donovan Baldwin

might not like the words you inspire me to write down... but you do inspire me • Donovan Baldwin