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- SHE STANDS ALMOST REVEALEDIn Poetry·August 16, 2023She stands almost revealed Gust of wind the difference Tween modesty and nudity Waiting to hear my words See the widening of My eyes, hear my Intake of breath as In most natural way I with loving hands Fill in for absent breeze And we both know where This rising storm will lead. Donovan Baldwin001
- FINDING MY NICHEIn Advice and Articles·August 16, 2023Sometimes as I read through comments on social media sites, I start to feel bad. So many other people are posting comments that offer deep and important thoughts on life, business, politics, religion, the economy... etc. Here I sit, chatting about climbing trees and swimming in the bay as a boy,, the beauty of sunrises and sunsets, and hinting at a lascivious side that some may wish I kept silent about. I could get a feeling of value if I was an "entertainer", someone who could make people laugh and forget their troubles... or a Will Rogers kind of guy who poked humorous holes in the conceits of the rich, famous, and powerful. Bothered me for a while. Then, I came to realize something. Perhaps there was a niche, a need, for someone who thought the simple things were important enough to talk about, think about. Someone who thought that thoughts did not always have to start at the highest levels and tackle the toughest problems... answering the most burning questions... or even the simple little day to day ones. Someone who thought a hug and a kiss and a pat on the... well, you know... were important parts of life. So, that's who I am... old guy who still enjoys climbing trees (in his mind), walking the shore by the bay, feeling the wind, listening to the birds, and wondering what's for dinner. I figure THAT'S important too... just being human... being A human. Plenty of people taking on the tough questions, and plenty of entertainers... BUT, there's only ONE of me! Donovan Baldwin000
- A NEEDLE THROUGH TWO HOLESIn Short StoriesMay 21, 2022Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed your read.0
- HER DRESSIn Poetry·August 18, 2023Her dress now serves another purpose, No longer needed for modesty. Lovers have left that behind, It becomes the cover For the grass bed where We consummate Natural desires which, Have brought us This moment when we, Are more naked and More real in love, Than we have ever Been. Donovan Baldwin001
- MAVERICK AND THE DEAR LITTLE IRISH PRIESTIn Advice and Articles·August 19, 2023In the old American TV western, Maverick, gambler Bret Maverick (James Garner) often handed out some homespun aphorism preceded by, "As my old pappy used to say..." When my old-school ways are mentioned, I often say, "My daddy would come up out of his grave if I didn't...", hold the door for a lady, apologize for an improper word (Excuse my French... with apologies now to the French!), or some other anachronistic behavior. So, what's the point at the end of this wavering pen... or keyboard? Well, a lot of what I, and Bret Maverick, often attribute to our respective fathers, actually came to us through the culture we were raised in, and the words and actions of many other people. I can remember such "lessons" which pop up in daily life. Such as the time my drill sergeant in Basic Combat Training, politely, ramrod stiff at attention and "with all due respect", took the side of a bunch of cold, shivering soldiers, and told a young "shave tail" second lieutenant, that he was wrong. "With all due respect sir, we need to take care of the men first and the gawdam weapons (he was from Tennessee) second." Or the boss that quietly taught good behavior and proper leadership without a word, or the "dear little Irish priest" who started my life long love of reading by telling stories to a "religion" class... Father Brown mysteries (Gilbert Keith Chesterton), and Irish folktales... the banshee, the black coach, leprechauns, of course. Or the stranger who suddenly showed up and did the right thing... which I witnessed... and learned from. You never know who's watching... and what they're learning. I cheerfully said "good morning" to a frowning teenage boy with ear buds in this morning. Maybe he'll remember... if he heard me. Donovan Baldwin000
- MEET ME ON THE BRIDGE, AND OTHER SHORT POEMSIn Poetry·August 19, 2023meet me on the bridge where only dreams may walk... before it fades at dawn ----- moonlight on bare skin both tangible and tactile... touches light and dark ----- fingers in your hair guiding kisses from behind... touch of eager lips ----- like the sun and moon share the sky but never meet... sunrise to sunrise ----- i can sense a storm though i saw how calm you were... i felt winds rising ------ open hand offers a bouquet of one blossom... from her small garden ----- subject for poem black facts silver fantasies... a moonlit nude ----- the gods' ambrosia equal parts of love and lust... a splendid mixture ----- at love's cotillion let's not be the wallflowers... may i have this dance ----- often felt alone looking into the darkness... till his hand took hers ----- she felt so alone looking into the future... then she saw him there ----- gentle poet she feared to write the burning words... read his felt his heat ----- thoughts of him began with bursts of sunshine and rum... and burning kisses ----- though he took nothing she gave him all he desired... got what she wanted ----- she was different volatile or calm or wild... always in his arms ----- Donovan Baldwin000
- OUR PAGES TOUCHING, AND OTHER POEMSIn Poetry·August 22, 2023our pages touching loving livre de chevet each word a caress (livre de chevet = bedside book) ----- i'll find love today in the place i always do within your embrace ----- show me your words babe naked thoughts upon the stage stripped down and open ----- let's write together a love story to be banned too hot to handle ----- Draw lovers naked For if clothed, They must still show All that they are To the other, Expect to see Everything When they gaze upon Their loved one. No secrets or veils No shame or Embarrassment Between true lovers. Show them naked, For naked they Should always be. ----- I gaze across the Texas prairie, Stretching westward to infinity, Or at least New Mexico, Under the rolling gray clouds. I've traveled beneath those clouds, Or at least, their brethren, In so many parts of the world, The soft, billowing gray clouds, Which should be sad, Or at least, you'd think they were, For I could travel forever Gladly within their Stormy promise of adventure. ----- dying candle light the rising of morning sun smiles of remembrance ----- Black deserted streets, Shining wetly in moonlight, Bright white snow on rooftops And treetops, Golden glow of windows Upon the silent pathway, The sounds of laughter, Zither music and song Spilling out like a Motion picture postcard, As a lonely soldier, Thousands of miles from home, Saved the memory for later. ----- my words are flowers i'll cover you with petals tenderly fragrant ----- michelangelo i stand in admiration in reverent awe ----- Leaves which died In Autumn, So bravely and So beautifully Brilliant in Their livery of Golds and reds, Now lie, Dead soldiers, Drab brown and gray, Like photographs From older wars, In the cold pools, Of nature's tears, To be recalled only In verse and photo, Reminders of Forgotten adventures. ----- • Donovan Baldwin000
- TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED, AND OTHER MESSAGES...In Poetry·August 27, 2023Tell me what you need, Some ardent love, Some time alone, Show me the path To bring you To ecstasy, or, Make you fall Blissfully asleep. Never stop showing me, What you want me to do, Or that you want me Not to stop. ----- one by one they drop leaving burning trails on her... candlewax of words ----- ululating cries undulating ecstasy... promiscuous pleasure ----- took her down a path she had not dared walk alone... found her fantasies ----- take me inside you as your breast rises and falls... in each breath you take ----- no moment apart that i am not missing you... wish you knew how much ----- Quivers of anticipation At the approaching touch, his hands on her body, Of skin on skin as The naked embrace Becomes the most Natural thing. The desire racing Through her body, The need to be Touched, kissed, Held, loved, Even taken And yet, And yet, Given. ---- one beautiful word made lovely by lips that speak... as she says my name ----- every word she speaks becomes an intimate kiss... from her distant lips ----- intimate embrace lips whispering words of love... against each other ----- touch me love take me release the feral woman... leave your marks on me ----- a natural pair he loves storms she loves rainbows... Each getting their wish ----- your body and mind joined with wonder and magic... makes poetry love ----- gentle eyes speak volumes i lose myself in her gaze... willing her to smile ----- Be as water is... Angry seas or calm lagoons. Soft summer showers, Stinging wind driven raindrops, Pour yourself upon my soul. ----- • Donovan Baldwin001
- TOUCH ME ALL OVERIn Poetry·August 28, 2023touch me all over use your fingers and your mind... don't stop at my skin ----- Undressing for him, Poses naked for poet, He draws her in words Her beautiful poetry, Secrets of her heart and mind. #tanka ----- words a loose knit lace openings butterflies enter... poetry tickles ----- Lips taste of honey, Sinful words upon her lips, Eyes that hypnotize, Love's desire on all levels, A mutual attraction. #tanka ----- cheek against my chest so sweetly are you resting... hand above my heart ----- love in black and white no confusing tints or hues... it is and that's all ----- begun as poems these love letter fantasies... somehow became real ----- • Donovan Baldwin001
- KITTY FISHER'S LOCKETIn Poetry·August 28, 2023I've dipped and delved since half past twelve, Within her silken pocket. I swore I'd find, as was my mind, Sweet Kitty Fisher's locket. Showed her my key, said, "Come, now see..." But, she chose to mock it. What good do you, think THAT will do, In searching for my locket?" I said, "Sweet Kitty, dear so pretty, If you'll help aim and cock it, I'll probe the deep, and sweet dark keep, For your long lost locket." She said, "Dear boy, it's just a toy, A pale and wandering rocket, You'd best take care, if it goes in there, Searching for my locket." "Oh, Kitty dear, I think I'm near, I think I've almost got it." "Not this time, lad, but, don't be sad, You almost found my locket." Then, with a smile, "Just rest a while, Put your toy back in its pocket. Later try once more, a different door, And, I'm sure you'll find my locket. • Donovan Baldwin I have read that the tune, "Yankee Doodle" may have come from an older song, Kitty Fisher's Locket. I could not find the words, although there were references to a courtesan in the English court, Kitty Locket, or Kitty Fisher.003
- CHILDHOOD DREAMSIn Poetry·August 30, 2023We once lived in childhood dreams, Yet, now live each day in acts. Age batters down our dreams it seems, And, buries them 'neath facts. The world is not as a child, Would wish that it might be. Living always free and wild, As we sail an unknown sea. Both time clock and the boss, Are burdens on our souls. Most never even note the loss, Tattered drams now full of holes. So, each day they spend in sorrow, For the dreams they once believed, Passing time until tomorrow, As by day, dreams past are grieved. Perhaps upon some quiet night, They'll remember childhood dreams, Once more their soul in daring flight, Soaring on the moon's bright beams. • Donovan Baldwin000
- VALUES (Up On The Tonto Rim)In Poetry·August 30, 2023I was runnin' on a back road Way up near the Tonto Rim When my semi started smokin' And my hopes began to dim. I'd never get to Payson And drop this load on time. After towing, parts, and labor, I wouldn't make a dime. As I stood there on the shoulder And pondered what to do Staring blindly 'cross a canyon Some things came into view. It wasn't just the mountains, Gray and white against blue sky, Or green pines standing straight and tall, That began to catch my eye. I was in it for the money, Just as much as any man, But also cause I got to see The beauty of this land. I was grateful for the people I met while running free, But lately, though still lookin' I'd forgotten how to see. So, hell, the rig was busted And the boss would sure be mad But I thought I heard a river... You know, it didn't seem so bad! Sure, I have my obligations And the things I've said I'll do. There's money to be made But before each day is through... There's those moments in the mountains Or perhaps along the shore When I stop and I remember What the hell I do it for. So, I stood there with my cell phone, My finger set to dial... Then went looking for that river. The rig could wait a while. • Donovan Baldwin000
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