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- Love for TreesIn Poetry·October 8, 2023Man uses wood without seeing The spark inside the living being The flowing sap and tender core Cleansing air, water and more Below the soil, symbiotic truth mycorrhizal web joined at root mutualistic defenses to defend Attacks from pests and pathogens Arboreal beings who share the earth Forgive us humans, huddled at hearth Warmed and lighted in the dark Grateful for your endless bark If we could only see your face And share in your collective space That binds all trees; holds them tight To withstand, withhold and stand upright I gaze in awe below your dome In woods that circle my own home I pray you feel me standing here With everlasting love… for trees Susan Smoter - Octiber 7, 20231210
- And You Enter...In PoetrySeptember 21, 2022I didn't realize you were here too. I started reading and thought, that sounds like a Donovan poem. It's beautiful12
- Anatomy of a HeartbreakIn PoetryOctober 23, 2022Thank you, Susan, for liking my poem.12
- ONE NIGHT THE MOONIn Poetry·October 11, 2023One night the moon shone down on me, As I sat upon the sand at water's edge. She asked, for the Moon is a lady, "Why do you sit here all alone?" I replied, "I love someone very far away." "Then tell her," the Moon said, gently. I shook my head, as a cloud crossed The sky, and the face, of the caring moon. "I cannot," said I, head bowed. "Duty binds me here too far away." A chill wind crossed the water, And, I shivered, with cold and loss. Warm Moon spoke, "My light will speak for you. i will shine down outside her home each night, With poems and messages of love you send, So, she, seeing me, will think of you." I asked, "How will she ever know, that, Your silver beams are messages of love, Sent by a humble poet?" I asked in doubtr. Moon smiled brightly at my lack of faith. "She will know," sweet Moon replied, "She already knows my beams are love. until now she did not know from whom." One night the Moon, said this to me. • Donovan Baldwin124
- ONE WHO HOLDS LOVE'S PENIn Poetry·September 18, 2023If your heart could see beyond my words, If they were to mean more to you than Mere strokes and curves on paper, And, became strokes, and curves On your skin, would your heart Beat ever faster, your breast Rise and fall with hope and Desire, the need to once Be truly loved, be held By more than words, Within loving arms Of one who now Holds love's Pen? • Donovan Baldwin126
- THIS BECKONING ROADIn Poetry·September 21, 2023Where leads this beckoning road, This silent, time-worn street? Does it lead to secret places, where Angels and demons meet? Or, does it fade with forward steps, And slowly cease to be? Perhaps it reaches unknown lands, Which I am doomed to never see. Yet I cannot long each road ignore, Nor allow my steps to turn, From each strange path to somewhere, And something I must learn. • Donovan Baldwin126
- AloneIn Poetry·September 23, 2023I’m feeling good I want to play But he’s asleep Worked hard today! I let down my hair But you don’t see So I’m writing poetry Alone! Alone gives me time A quiet writing space A stranger appears A master, a writer. Connected in words Conjuring heat Kindred twisted egos Happy to meet! This feels good Posing for his pen …I look around I’m still alone!129
- Shameless self-promotion or "No brag, just fact".In Who am I?·July 29, 2022I'm retired so now I have the time, and thanks to my wife's intelligent handling of money, and my intelligence of listening to her, I also have the resources to create. While working, I pursued an avocation in freelance cartooning/illustration. I worked for Petersen Publishing on their "Car-Toons Magazine" title. I worked for Ed"Big Daddy"Roth on his t-shirt designs as well as his "Rat Fink Comix" line of comics. I founded the "Salon of Comic and Cartoon Art" at San Francisco State Uni. and have had my cartoons and comix published in anthologies, and titles around the world. I now paint in oils and watercolors, relief printing (lino, and woodcut). I Still cartoon, and am currently finishing up my graphic novel, "Klaus".126
- ForeplayIn Poetry·September 12, 2022Why save foreplay, For just one special portion Of the dance? Why can't foreplay, Be the dance? Why does it have to end, Or always segue To something else. We both love it!!! Let's spend the night Together, In mutual foreplay, Until collapsing Into each other's arms, And heart. - Donovan Baldwin1210
- First TouchIn Poetry·September 14, 2022First touch, Whenever, Wherever, It happens, My fingertips, Drifting, Oh, so gently, Along curve of cheek, Thrill of warm flesh touched, Real person, Touched... Not just with words, Chin cupped, Fingertip across your lips, Replaced as I, Kiss you, Lips meeting lips. First time. - Donovan Baldwin125
- Behind Those Silent EyesIn Poetry·September 22, 2022It can be a lonely place This poet's mind, So full of beauty and gaiety, Yet, with only the door Held ajar with a few words, People passing by peek in, And only see stillness, A boring facade, Never imagining all That is passing by Behind those silent eyes. - Donovan Baldwin126
- Imagine TeardropsIn Poetry·October 5, 2022Sometimes I imagine teardrops, Small crystals upon your cheeks. I, poet, lover, would have to kiss Each one away, the flavor of Your passion, lingering Upon my lips, Filling me, Forcing me, To cry my tears, In form of loving words, Upon my lips. For you to kiss them too. - Donovan Baldwin124
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