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poems not yet written satin about your body waiting to touch you • Donovan Baldwin

All love is silver And all lovers beautiful When touched with moonlight, But when sun casts its colors, True love stays as silver goes. • Donovan Baldwin #tanka

such soft subtle shades dawn's light covering your skin highlighting textures • Donovan Baldwin

Astronomers, astrologers, Philosophers, poets, and I, See the same stars in the sky, But, thinking in different ways, Understand them independently, Yet... Stars remain constant to the sky And to this earth on which we, Disparate mortals stand, wondering, Gazing upward at the same stars. • Donovan Baldwin

I read a joke on a closed group the other day and really liked it. Here it is in condensed form. A guy got a parrot that had previously been owned by a pretty bad fellow. The bird cursed, argued, pecked, and used its claws on the new owner and anyone else who came near. For weeks, the new owner tried all kinds of things to get the bird to calm down and act better, but nothing seemed to help. One day, about a week before Thanksgiving, he lost his temper, grabbed the bird, and threw it in the freezer and slammed the door. For several minutes, he heard all kinds of curses, banging, and crashing from inside the freezer, but, after a few moments that all stopped, and there was silence for a while. Afraid that he had killed the bird, he opened the freezer door. The parrot quietly, and carefully stepped out and, speaking very softly, said, "I am afraid that my previous behavior was not right, and I truly wish to make amends. Please tell me what I can do to show you that I am a changed bird, and wish only the best for you and your family and hope for a long, respectful relationship between us." As the owner stared at the bird, suspecting a trick, the parrot continued, "Also, if you don't mind, could I ask what the turkey did?" • Donovan Baldwin

Will you read the book I wrote? The many lines of poetry I set down, Page after page for your perusal, So you and I in intimate moments, Turn by turn, may read and listen to My quietly passionate words From the lips that have been kissed So many times, to ears Perfect for kissing, words which Rest like gossamer touches upon Our naked bodies, two lovers Reading from the book I wrote. • Donovan Baldwin

It should be a mutual thing This making love, Not a give and take as much as A sharing of and in With the other taking pleasure In their pleasure Delight in fulfilling Their desires And each with the same desire To share the pleasure Between them, No, Not give or take, But be there and do that For and with one another. • Donovan Baldwin

leaving only words you slip through ink stained fingers i cannot hold you • Donovan Baldwin

Gravestones of some ancient race, High rocks, barbaric towers on the coast, Guarding the shore from The sea's ceaseless assault, Ancient sentinels, timeless, Unbeaten yet worn by Time's aggressions, Monuments of unknown heroes, Like them, dedicated to the defense Of peaceful land withdrawn behind. • Donovan Baldwin

A forest has a thousand arms By night black in moonlight, Reaching, beseeching, Sending silent supplications Hurrying to heaven Petitioners praying for peace Within the woods, quiet, But for whispers of wind. • Donovan Baldwin

i wake you have gone fading words on your pillow... like the scent of love • Donovan Baldwin

one by one hot words fall on her like burning wax lucifer's kisses • Donovan Baldwin