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Back story: In the 1950's and 1960's, in Pensacola, Florida, there was an old Marine called "Sarge". He got around by bicycle, and, over the years had several dogs. He was an institution. Kids would yell (pre-air conditioning) "Hi Sarge!" and wave, and he would grin and wave back. He would dance downtown in the Fiesta Of Five Flags parades. He was a fixture in Pensacola for decades. Old Sarge, his whiskered face, The image of Gabby Hayes, A standard on the streets of town, His old bicyle 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. • Donovan Baldwin

Let's not fight this war again, For too many people, families, Hopes and dreams and possiblities, Have died in the senseless battles, In the decades since the first warriors, Too tired to fight any more, Returned home to live their coming lives, Burying the past in a grave with A few relics to remind all of Honor, duty, comrades, and unintended sins. • Donovan Baldwin

If my mind had fingers True touches rather than Immaterial tendrils of thought, You would quiver with delight, As the images in my mind Came true and I made love To you with something more Sensate than weightless words, So real yet only felt On the surface of your mind, The truest erogenous zone. • Donovan Baldwin

The wind drew you for me, Better, scuplted you, Pressing the cloth against The body as tightly as I wished to hold you, Molding the form I Imagined in my dreams, Right before I ripped It from your flesh, And made love to you. • Donovan Baldwin

like fall's dropping leaves clothes scattered about her... our season of love • Donovan Baldwin

my calloused fingers trace the smoothness of your skin... you guide my hard hand • Donovan Baldwin

I write you poems never read, Embarrassed to admit I've Forgotten those that came too fast And left too soon. You cause my mind to find Unwritten poetry in wind, water, Trees and birdsong, rising and Setting of the sun, passage of Our friend, the moon and all the Stirrings of my oh so mortal soul. • Donovan Baldwin

Such tender petals Open as if to the sun But teased wide by An inner heat, This spreading blossom, Filled to overflowing With rising sap, A desirous nectar, Sweet upon the tongue Love's clear syrup Best reaped and savored When whipped by A tumultuous wind as The dripping bloom Thrashes to and fro. • Donovan Baldwin

More daring than Removal of clothing, She takes her words, Letting each fall Revealing more Of herself, Stripping her Soul bare, Waiting with Intense uncertainty, Until, in her nakedness, She sees him smile as He begins to Share his revealing words.

her breathless verses words spoken from silent lips sighs that are poems • Donovan Baldwin