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playful fingers turning ripples into waves... which wash over her ----- dawn's light through window streaks of rose a flimsy gown... as you rise to me ----- poetry and you true I have no other life... and no other need ----- not the sun's rising that tells me dawn's arrival... but love's sleepy whispers ----- many sins of my youth remembered now as pleasures... and reviewed often ----- she's a wildflower more real in her raw beauty... than a greenhouse rose ----- gently demanding lips trace mutual desires... along pleasure's curves ----- people are not boring everyone's a mystery and an adventure ----- stronger bond than rope making her completely his... trust respect and love ----- you smiled and i came into the sweet land of you... always to remain ----- when we kiss time stops we remain gloriously suspended... where lips and bodies meet ----- leaving olympus goddess who chose mortal man.. etenrally worshipped ----- • Donovan Baldwin

Your sadness touches me, As does your laughter And your passion, When you allow it To be seen. Touch me with all The feelings you have, Even when you must Scream and cry, and, Beat upon my chest, At injustice or sorrow. Share your shame, for, With me, you will be absolved, For I have seen your humanity, And know your sins are all Committed in innocence. Donovan Baldwin

Many things in life are hard. Often the contemplation of them is the hardest part. Little trick I learned in the Army - No matter how long the march, the run, the days in the field, all I had to do was take that next step, make it through the next five minutes. If I looked at the miles and hours remaining, I was daunted, overwhelmed, but, damn right I could do one more minute, another few steps, make it to that tree. That was my task at hand. Not the miles, not the days, but the inches, feet, minutes... get to that dead tree, that's all I had to do, and then I could figure out where to go from there. Set another goal... a few feet, a few minutes, a few steps farther down the trail. Seventy-eight years old, still walking (running occasionally), and still sometimes feeling daunted by the whole trek... but, I CAN do a few more feet, another minute, maybe five minutes. THAT, I can do. No sweat, Sarge. I've got this. Waiting for some idiot to yell out, "More PT, sergeant!!!" Oh, wait! I became the sergeant. Donovan Baldwin

one day she took wing urged by a broken angel to soar skies of love ----- they look at my words all that anyone can see poet anonymous ----- restless all these years bound punished and degraded by family and friends then love she'd never known in forms she had not dared dream was shown her by a master the velvet restraints seemed to be just made for her his arms her safest place so she entered into love gave herself to gain it all he already wished for her ----- she is a true muse words of love trust and desire given me to use ----- do not be ashamed to profess the love you feel in honest open words ----- i keep watch for you the muse who speaks from her heart longing to touch you to be touched by you ----- will you be my words images that fill my mind rhythm that drives me ----- i will write of you though our names have never met and we love alone ----- our small universe two leaves on the same tree doomed to never meet ----- the words you have caused love stories you've inspired starring you and me ----- love lay beside her in the dirt and mud her treasure disdained by one who should hove loved her, but left her... another lifted her cherished her eternal gift in the chapel of his heart the love chambers of their bodies ----- once woke beside love so long that place is empty only filled with dreams ----- opens her pages begging me to write my words her nectar my ink ----- i've long lived with dreams reality passed me by and you left as well ----- tried to give you love but despite freedom offered i was not your dream ----- gave all that i could asked so little in return got much less than that ----- i dreamed of a muse who understood my need for her who urged me to love her ----- poet and his dream never met but we became the greatest lovers ----- stripped of her heavy armor stinking wet with fear and tears naked to his loving arms safe here she can weep safe here she can be herself safe here she can leave that terrible world behind safe here in his loving arms ----- love's about secrets not those hidden but shared proudly and with trust ----- i have quit hoping much too old to have such dreams but still they come ----- i've spent life alone amidst crowds and gaiety wandered like a ghost • Donovan Baldwin

Begins with broken words, Scattered pieces of her heart, Joining shard to shard, Begins to hum a half-forgotten tune, Swaying, almost dancing as she works, Hears another voice join in, Stranger hands her A piece that fits, She accepts with A smile, And soon, Her heart is completed again And can hold the words Which will become poetry, And they both smile. • Donovan Baldwin

You are not lost The shadow man Of glorious spirit Passion flowing Words like velvet Desires felt not on skin By heart beats Pounding inside Where nobody sees But you

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Condemned to live, condemned to die, Ignored by passing passersby, Themselves, condemned as you and I, To live each day, and each day try, To live one more, and not to die. That's the law here, that's the way, To skip our lives from day to day, Pretending play is only play, Not life we've lost and thrown away, Left behind along our way. I've no lessons, laws, or rules, To save us all from being fools. So far I've not found any schools, Which teach us methods, give us tools, To stay alive as life's fire cools. Love's the only thing I've found, To aid us on this mad go-round, Providing guidance soft, yet sound, To wrap our lives in, keep it bound, Yet, something most have never found. • Donovan Baldwin

I’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!

In solitude I contemplate The sounds I hear and feel A crow caws, coos, and rattles A top a neighboring tree I wonder what it’s saying And why it insistently calls As if seeking its murder Perhaps just perfecting its song  Then joins a barking distant dog To which mine joins along And suddenly the quiet day Breaks into joyous song