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So long I've longed to live my dreams, But, now with so much life it seems, My dreams are all I've left before, The soul-collector shuts the door. So, my dreams I'll write and share, And leave this life without a care. • Donovan Baldwin

Whatever it may truly be, Poetry, to me, is beauty, Spoken, written, spoken of, Yet more, Subjects themselves, Such as sunrise, The ocean, The dark or night, The moon within that night, The lovers 'neath the moon, Are also poetry, Which speak to the poet, Who tries to speak back. • Donovan Baldwin

Wind on my bare body, Too old for romance they say, Yet the sun never hesitates to kiss my skin, Nor the rain to caress me. Birds sing love songs to me, And Mother Nature offers me flowers, Reciting her most exotic works In my ear, all day long, As she reclines with me in bliss. • Donovan Baldwin

I found a beautiful flower, Blossoming in secret glen, Hidden beneath the reeds. I touched its tender petals, So gently, letting their soft warmth Caress my fingers as I explored The heated center of the bloom, Its sweet and scented pollen, Covering my fingers, Filling my senses. • Donovan Baldwin

Good poetry? Bad poetry? Poetry is a gift, A valuable thing From one to another, Often unknown others. Its value in how it's received, Not so much in how it's wrapped. Poetry? It's the thought that counts. • Donovan Baldwin

One by one the wind chimes fell, Lay broken on the ground, Nevermore to sound, But, in memory of breezes From so long ago. Their breath no longer stirs, Yet, still can stir my ancient Inspiration even by their silenced sound, Echoing on in the many caverns of my mind. • Donovan Baldwin

If I, spaceman, alien from another planet, Descend in fire and preach love for all, Am I made welcome, love's message accepted, Believed, followed, or am I to be tossed Upon the pyre where all the other prophets go? Idea from "Stranger in a Strange Land" by Robert Heinlein • Donovan Baldwin

The trick is to be able to tell the differences between question and idea, idea and thought, thought and answer, answer and solution, solution and solved... and know where you and the other wise men are on the journey. • Donovan Baldwin

I have a passion for the earth For all the aspects of nature, Visiting as often as I can, Taking away visions and memories, Skies changing from blue to black, And back again, golden sun Rising and setting with silent bursts Of flaming colors brassy Pastels leaving their impressions On eyes and soul.... Of grassy fields, trees green In spring, bare and solemn In winter, flowers blooming Bright and gay, to die away, Before the heat of summer, Or blasts of winter winds... To listen to the songs of birds, The quacking of the ducks And even the inharmonious Screech of the wide winged heron, And the hidden owl in the dark... And for water, in all its forms From stream to river Pond and lake and even, To the cascading rain Which drums a tune that Makes the most hardened soul, Stop what they're doing, To watch a bit and hum along, With this symphony of nature. • Donovan Baldwin

I think one of the first, and longest lasting lessons I learned at Basic Combat Training, Fort Jackson, South Carolina, in 1966, was, when you think you can't do any more, when you believe you've given all you've got... if you really want to there's more inside. Reach for it. Not going into details, but, trust me, I've been at Nietzsche's point, "What does not kill me makes me stronger," more than once. I don't know if it made me stronger, but, what I had learned in Basic Training was what got me through it. I realize there DOES come a point at which things such as the laws of physics, maximum velocity, and just plain time (my mother just died at 105), put an end to efforts and options, but, until then... buckle up buttercup and enjoy the ride. • Donovan Baldwin Note: Photo is NOT me, but of a soldier in Basic Combat Training with the U. S. Army at about the same time.

Old eyes, Sad eyes, Loving eyes, Old warrior's eyes, Dimmed, Yet missing little. Watching, Protecting. Experienced eyes, Understanding all, Yet, unable to will The mouth to speak. Hands writing what the eyes see, What the heart feels, Cyrano to Roxanne. One final look. Says all. • Donovan Baldwin

naked neath her gown of sighs as his day breaks over her... fillis her hills and valleys • Donovan Baldwin