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At time the world Moves around In circles that Confound me Open my eyes To see, I’m different Always heard music And danced to it Knowing nobody understood I don’t care I’m different I think in colors Sing responses Rhyme phrases Move in dance steps I love myself I’m different Every now and then Someone notices My aura catches their eye My song appeals  My dance entices Come join me In a perfect world I’d glide without friction Love wholeheartedly Laught always Sing loudly Write freely I can’t wait to find My perfect place Where my special Talents are Cherished and  Encouraged Oh wait, it’s here on ArtsKeeper!

Put your words upon a leaf, Print them with a moonbeam, Set the leaf upon the wind, To be read and repeated As song by birds at sunrise, And, I will listen with Other than my ears, Translating the notes Into "I love you's", Becoming a part of me, Never to be forgotten • Donovan Baldwin

No finer parchment than The surface of your mind Skin on which I have written My most erotic poetry, words Graven deep into the most Sensitive parts of your being, Until my penned desires cover The entirity of the cherished Book which is you, the paper Upon which I pour beloved ink. • Donovan Baldwin

Call me poet for I wander lost byways Of mortality and mind, Gathering cast off Images and impressions, Stowed away willy-nilly In the pack upon my back Where a genie resides Transmuting piles of Fleeting flowing realities, Binding them to print, Random words pretending To be poetry. • Donovan Baldwin

I'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".

Why 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 Baldwin

First 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 Baldwin

It 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 Baldwin

Sometimes 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 Baldwin