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- ADRIFT UPON YOUR GENTLE SWELLSIn Poetry·November 10, 2023You, wild ocean Peaceful lagoon, My fingers ships, Small pleasure craft, Gracefully adrift, Upon your gentle swells, Rocking upon your waves, Moored in your idyllic coves, Voyagers together, Aboard this lover's cruise, Children of nature, Ashore together in our Sunlit paradise. • Donovan Baldwin000
- MODERN MINEFIELDS OF THE MINDIn General Discussion·November 10, 2023Once again, looking back over the 78+ years of my life, I come to a conclusion... of sorts... almost. Right? Wrong? I can only say it makes sense to me. Maybe not to you... and that's my point... sort of... Just, as I like to say, thinking out loud. I hear a lot today that one topic or another is a "minefield"... meaning, anywhere you wander in it, you are risking something, or somebody, exploding in your face... injuring, if not your body, then your mind, your beliefs, your equanimity, your relationships... your view of yourself and the world. I personally believe a lot of the "explosions" come from the ability of anybody to put any thought up on the internet... or take exception to someone else's thought or opinion, but, not all. Some have been happening all along, I don't believe these "minefields" are new. In fact, looking back over my life, and the history I've lived through, life itself is a minefield. There is always the chance to take the "wrong" step, to move in a "dangerous" direction. The actual chance of "explosion" depends to some extent on a person's volume of activity in living. There's sayings I've seen from various sources that essentially say that if you haven't made a mistake, or made someone angry, or caused someone to think, you haven't done anything. A certain amount of truth there, I believe. Hope that opinion doesn't blow up in my face. • Donovan Baldwin001
- HOLD MY HANDIn Poetry·November 10, 2023Hold my hand, Walk with me Along the silver sea, Neath moonlight The color of dreams, And love's desire, Painting your cheeks, Highlighting lips I long to kiss, The sensual Rolling of the waves, Touching our hearts, Until they beat as one, So, turning, drawn, We embrace with joy. • Donovan Baldwin000
- I WILL BE WITH YOUIn Poetry·November 10, 2023be calm and gentle or become a raging storm i will be with you • Donovan Baldwin000
- PERHAPS HER SMILE DISGUISESIn Poetry·November 10, 2023she seems not lonely perhaps her smile disguises absence of true love • Donovan Baldwin000
- AS WE SHARED SUNRISEIn Poetry·November 10, 2023felt your hand in mine in the darkness before dawn as we shared sunrise • Donovan Baldwin NOTE: Sunrise over Perdido Bay, from Florida, looking at Alabama, in 2021. Photograph by Donovan Baldwin000
- LIFE - GET OVER ITIn General Discussion·November 10, 2023Just thinking about stuff and typing stream of consciousness. Life can be boring or dangerous and unfulfilling; or surprise the hell out us and turn out perfect... usually for about 52 seconds. People can be, hell, most of us are, messy, certain, and wrong... usually, i.e. all the damn time... AT the same time. Sometimes I feel convinced that what separates us from the animals is our inclination to argue about stupid things... often the things we agree on in principle. At least animals fight over food, shelter, and sex... important stuff like that. We argue about crap, and assume that we're right and everything's supposed to be perfect. We're not. It ain't. Get over it. Seriously, have a great day and save your energy for the important battles... like for coffee... stuff like that. Once I have my coffee I'll be nicer. Really. • Donovan Baldwin000
- THE ART OF SETTING THERMOSTATSIn General Discussion·November 10, 2023I was just listening to a talk on the difficulty of understanding legal, and other, documents not written in plain English. The talk was in Portuguese, but, it had subtitles...in plain English. At one point, the speaker said, in effect, that, once we leave our own area of expertise, we are often little better than the illiterate person who cannot read at all. This reminded me of a time, several decades ago, when I was the business manager for a public mental health facility in the small community of Milton, Florida. The staff was primarily comprised of Masters-level counsellors, and a couple of PhD's. They were all intelligent, very competent and well-educated in their fields, and quite good at helping people with their problems. However, I was regularly called into their offices to help them set the thermostat, or to advise them on how to fill out business related forms - most of them just couldn't figure it out. I have run into this same phenomenon several times over the years. People who were experts in their particular fields, who were "Lost in Space" when they moved into other subject areas. This is one reason why I am not always receptive to people who are good at what they do normally, such as acting and singing, or counselling individuals, when they choose to pontificate on subjects such as politics and economics. By the way, this subject is way outside my training and areas of expertise, so feel free to ignore it. • Donovan Baldwin000
- TRILOGY OF TRUSTIn Poetry·November 10, 2023weary warriors drop our armor to the floor... risking all for love ----- there is a pleasure freely exposing myself trusting in your love ---- it's so exciting you here so vulnerable peaceful in repose • Donovan Baldwin000
- YOU FILL MY SILENCEIn Poetry·November 10, 2023fingers hesitate while waiting for the next words you fill my silence • Donovan Baldwin000
- SLOWLY DEEPENING KISSESIn Poetry·November 10, 2023Slowly deepening kisses, Mouths' moistures mixing, As hands gently claim, Fingers slowly caress, Bare skin quivering With pleasure and Expectation, Ecpressing Her waves of Gathering desires, The rising heat of needs, The expectant preparation for, The highest moment of ecstasy and, The resting afterglow Which remains. • Donovan Baldwin001
- ME?In Poetry·November 10, 2023Me? Old woodsman, Beachcomber, Dreamer, Poet, At home with wind And sea, Trees, and, Little animals, Scurrying through the underbrush. I read sign, Trails in bent grass, Broken twigs. Following. I've seen the twigs you've bent, Marks of your passing. Old woodsman poet Follows. • Donovan Badwin001
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