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Just of casual interest. I was just reading a portion of a book from about 1900. NOT a fitness book, but, an essay written by a physician of the day. Forget the surrounding verbiage.... "ask yourself - Am I able to walk ten miles with ease?" Got that? A physician of the day assumed an ordinary person would be able to walk 10 miles "with ease"! Today we forget that, before the automobile, people DID walk everywhere, unless they had a horse or cart, and EVERYTHING, or nearly everything, was done by hand. I pride myself at age 79 of being able to walk 3 miles. I know that I have, in my younger days, run 6 miles, and have done forced road marches in the army, but, walk 10 miles with ease... simply because that's how you get around? Nope. Got it pretty easy, Coach... er... Drill Sergeant... Donovan Baldwin

this poem's for you the words and silent spaces tears you never saw • Donovan Baldwin

by desire exposed naked to the lash of his words his soothing kisses ----- so swiftly supple i fleetingly can grasp you with tango touches ----- meet me in the park take my hand and walk with me as fate intended ----- dining at her altar proud lover seated at her feet worshiping his goddess ----- fingers wet with love's dew unraveling silken strands to her lover's taste ----- sharing hot kisses and naked revelations sitting on my lap ----- word only we know one that means I've had enough never yet spoken ----- since our thoughts first touched in the words and spaces you became my poem ----- i know what you did yes i've had my past deeds too that's why we can love ----- i hear your music weeping notes that break the heart real love can't ignore ----- she came for the words but not to meet the poet better things to do ----- i'm a survivor most will never know of what trust me it left scars • Donovan Baldwin

Every once in a while something jogs my memory, spilling something out of my mind's glass... Fort Hood, Texas, about 1985, the phone rings. "Sergeant Baldwin, this is Lieutenant..." Don't remember his name, but he was my Platoon Leader. I was Squad Leader, 1st Squad, 1st Platoon. "Yessir?" Had to be important to call me at home on a Friday night. "Remember that [Chevy] Blazer you used to have?" This was in the transition period between Jeeps and HUMVEE's. "Used to have, Sir?" "Yes, just thought I'd let you know, it's in a ditch on Fort Hood. The MP's just called me. Did you authorize anyone to take it out of the motor pool? Specifically, Specialist C____?" "No sir. Specialist C____? OH, HELL NO, SIR!!!! NEVER HER!!!" "That's what I thought. (Laughing now.) She took it out of the motor pool and drove to main garrison and did some shopping at the PX. On the way back, she turned the wrong way, realized she was about to go off post, so she turned off the road and tried to cut across country beside the railroad tracks... put it head first into a ditch. It's going to take a few weeks to get it back." "Is she alright sir?" "Just a few bruises." "Good." Good she's alright, or good for the bruises... not honestly certain. "Good night, Sergeant Baldwin." "Good night, Sir." Ah. Memories. Someday I'll tell you about when Specialist C____ wrestled the bear at a local topless club. ... or showed up at the last second for PT (Physical Training) formation in a lace blouse, Capri's, frilly anklets and the cutest little black shoes. • Donovan Baldwin

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purposeful pleasure perfecting our fulfillment practicing our sins ----- years of hidden lust her raging desires within revealed at last shame first filled her heart but a glad smile crossed his face as he opened secrets glad he embraced her a prince in a fairytale had found his princess ----- a lover's quandary reason says avoid this trap heart bids her enter ------ you appear i smile a warm glow spreads within me how i know i love ----- it's okay to love even if i'm not the one i love you that much ----- don't even think it i love you too much to change you or to change for you ----- watching for someone she's a shadow briefly seen a smile and she's gone ----- two distant strangers bound together by their dreams shadow smiles and words • Donovan Baldwin

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my eyes caress you my thoughts wrapped warm about you love the air we breathe ----- reach out take my hand swing my hand and smile at me make me warm with joy ----- yes i saw your scars my first caress my first kiss have been saved for them ----- when we close the door all the other rules will end we'll do as we please ----- She was never quite sure How much of herself to show, How many secrets to reveal, How far to let things go, And then she met him, With only one rule... Respect and love... For all in all cases. And she showed it all. Revealed long-kept secrets, And together, they explored Far beyond the edges of ecstasy. ----- your dear pushover here gracefully recumbent awaits your pleasure ----- i'm an alien preach of universal love i'm not welcome here ----- unencumbered of shame explore past desire's edges into faerie lands of love ----- some would call it sin the ways we would choose to love and those we would love ----- we know how to love enjoy pleasure in total sharing our desires ----- favorite pastime performing your sins for me a private performance ----- i still dream of you though i'm old and you're so young wed by poetry ----- i believe in love for i have so much to give but no one wants it ----- poet's fantasy dreams that his words could move her how foolish he is ----- i know what you've done what you want to do again i'll do it with you • Donovan Baldwin

boyhood adventures exquisitely intimate decades of secrets ----- spreads a bouquet of coral-colored orchids salty like the sea ----- we are not broken merely artfully sculpted to fit together ----- still waters of love released by kisses become quick streams of desire • Donovan Baldwin

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It's a little ironic that I tend to categorize the following thoughts as "thinking out loud". I have a love/hate relationship with "Great Thinkers". I think (can't get away from that word) that they are great (oops). I love to read their thoughts, and contemplate their words of wisdom with pleasure, or to grab an imaginary weapon and attack them. Still, that's the point. They think, thought, and passed those thoughts on to others, such as myself, stimulating more thought, perhaps to be passed on as well. Or, to tell the truth, to be played with, mangled, mutilated, and manipulated to fit my thoughts, my personal philosophy of life and self. Not to say that MY thoughts will be wonderful, better or worse than theirs, yet, "thought" is one thing that makes us human. "Thought", and great thinkers, do not generally feed us, fix our cars, or even aid in the birth of (or conception of) our babies. Yet, it is the presence of, and the presentation of, "thought" and "thinking", along with the arts, that allows us to claim that we are a bit more than the animals, and, (maybe) better than plants... though less than angels (although there are a few who come close). So, rambling on to an end, I read Great Thinkers, get mad, argue, agree, and live... with new thoughts I might not have discovered in my own head. After all, I'm only human... I think. • Donovan Baldwin

my soul was whipped by the wind of your passing exquisite torment ----- the ache of her need thrilling anticipation waiting in the dark ----- desire betrays you your body keeps no secrets from my eyes or hands ----- let's watch a sunrise feed ducks by a quiet ponds write our own poem ----- the bloom i can see more than a pretty blossom a true wildflower ----- her heart shown in words angel with a touch of heat promises of love • Donovan Baldwin