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- WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT YOU?In Poetry·October 29, 2023What would I do without you? A sadness descends on me, Even at the thought of such. It took so long to find you, So many decades without you, And now, to be bereft? I would plod on as before, The difference that in this new life, I would know there once was Such a one as you. • Donovan Baldwin000
- IN PURSUIT OF MERMAIDSIn Poetry·October 30, 2023So broad is the endless ocean So relentless and unending, Blanketed by mist and Stirred by storm, Rife and ripe for Adventures of Spirit and soul, Soother and slayer, Singer of siren songs, Made for the pursuit of Mermaids and other myths. • Donovan Baldwin001
- AWARE ONLY OF RIPPLESIn Poetry·October 30, 2023On an endless shore, At the edge of huge ocean, Tiny ripples speak of momentous events. I cannot read them, nor can The tiny crabs scuttling in the shallows, Or minnows flicking back and forth, Aware only of water, sun, sand, and ripples, When somewhere, Much more has happened. • Donovan Baldwin000
- WHERE LEADS THIS ROAD?In PoetryAugust 4, 2023Very much so0
- POETIn Poetry·September 3, 2023Old flannel shirt, Battered baseball cap, In dire need of cleaning, Shoes for comfort, For long walks, Not fashion, Dog eared books, Underlined on Their yellow pages With notes in Their margins, Sipping wine or Maybe bourbon, As my mind wanders Trying to remember The words to a song I haven't heard... Yet. • Donovan Baldwin000
- HOW DID LOVE BECOME SIN?In Poetry·September 3, 2023How did love become sin? When did its physical expression Become, anathema, That is, Condemned... Truly loving souls and spirits, Touching with ardent desire, Be consigned to hell, On earth and beyond, For daring to unite Body and mind In unconditional, Mutual, Love? • Donovan Baldwin000
- OLD SARGE - PENSACOLA (1950's)In Poetry·September 3, 2023Old Sarge, his whiskered face, The image of Gabby Hayes, A standard on the streets of town, His old bicycle and dog a part Of the streets of Pensacola. Old man they thought befuddled, Grinned and waved at passing cars, Especially the kids, dancing, On the field at local football games, Faded now into the past Remembered only by a few Old folks like me, whiskered now, As he was then. Picture: Actor George "Gabby" Hayes (1885 - 1969) • Donovan Baldwin000
- I CALL MYSELF A POETIn Advice and Articles·September 3, 2023We get confused sometimes with what is said. I saw this morning where a "poet" said that writing something in a certain manner did not mean someone was a poet. True, but, some might interpret that to mean that a "poet" cannot write that way, but THAT is not what the statement said. A poet CAN write anyway he or she damn well pleases, if it suits the words, the thought, the image, even the internal flow. A poet CAN write like Captain Kirk (William Shatner) delivering his lines and still be "poetic". Read poetry wide and long and you will find almost every kind of presentation... from poet to poet, from era to era, even within the lifetime, or, a single day, of a poet. It is the story told, the image or emotion shared, the song that is sung, that rises from the heart of the author that matters... NOT the manner of presentation or language used. Fact: I often read poems in English, written by people for whom English is NOT a native language. The ideas flow, the feelings show, through, even the most broken presentation. I run non-English poems through Google translate. Sometimes it comes up gibberish, but, usually, I can understand what the poet was trying to say in their language, with their structures, and their mindset. Often what I see is beautiful and/or stimulating. I don't know how many of MY poems have had their origin in one of these. Poet? Write how you please, but write from your heart. • Donovan Baldwin000
- ABSOLUTELYIn Advice and Articles·September 3, 2023I'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 humans do share many common traits and feelings... desires, even lusts, we humans are also 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 78 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, glorious glowing of transcendent souls, and just plain sticks in the mud, 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. • Donovan Baldwin000
- THROW AWAY THE WORDS, AND OTHER POEMSIn Poetry·September 4, 2023throw away the words ones that don't say i love you... cherish all the rest ----- kissing up and down beginning at her forehead... to her feet and back ----- Slowly her fingers begin, Writing poems without pencil or pen, Words that spill from her lips, Wild as honey that drips, As her folded petals unbend ----- rain falling through trees beautiful bounty beyond words... drops of poetry ----- my words eager hands tracing shapes of our desires... under your covers ----- imagine my words gently toying with your hair... tracing your neck's curve ----- pen upon parchment candlelit hallway of dreams... writing you poems ----- a force of nature passions of a summer storm... released within her ----- i think i can hear verses you might have whispered... which never left your lips ----- never a singer i softly whisper verses... monotone lyrics ----- as poor cyrano whisper of love in darkness... to my roxanne ----- dew upon your rose verses upon your petals... pass between our lips ----- outside i'm boring inside i'm too free and wild... between a poet ----- • Donovan Baldwin000
- AN EDUCATIONAL EXPERIENCE AS A BAGBOYIn Advice and Articles·September 4, 2023In 1966 I applied for a job with Delchamps grocery in Pensacola. When I was hired, I was sent to this store in downtown Pensacola for training on the cash register, including counting back change, before being assigned to their store at Town & Country Mall (outdoor mall). I also spent a day working at their store on 10th Avenue being instructed on-the-job in proper bagging of groceries AND customer service. Put heavy stuff in the bottom of the bag, light stuff on top. Be careful not to crush items such as eggs and tomatos. Paper bags, of course. Square up the bag. Don't put too much in each bag, especially if the customer was older and might have difficulty carrying a heavy bag. If the items in the bag were heavy or might punch a hole in the bag, double-bag it. Etc. Also, put the bags carefully in the car so they wouldn't tip over. We worked for a small hourly income and tips. A courteous, industrious bagboy could make some pretty good tips. Incentive. They spent a couple of days training me to work a register and bag groceries before I actually had to work with customers. Can you believe that? Quite a difference between those days and today. I have to bite my tongue every time I go through a grocery checkout... where, these days, I have to do self-checkout, bag it, and carry it out myself. No chatting with baggers... another loss. Don't get me started on fast food joints. • Donovan Baldwin000
- UNPAVED PATHWAY TO MY PASTIn Poetry·September 4, 2023Down this rustic road An old well trodden trail Lushly overgrown with Vines and brush, Many tangled memories, Patchwork surface Neath my mind's steps, Recalling uneven times, Realities remembered With each passing step Along this unpaved pathway Into my past. • Donovan Baldwin000
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