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as you speak my name i scribble with eager tongue... writing on your lips • Donovan Baldwin

Do you know where I am? I am in lands you never dreamed, Among people who know And understand This strange person I Am fated to be. I am at the edge of the sea, Up on a hill with a path To the water's edge Ancient Greek statue, Aphrodite perhaps, In the garden as The earth sings. • Donovan Baldwin

soft touch of satin your skin beneath my fingers so warmly wanting • Donovan Baldwin

somewhere in the night sad violin is weeping... tears of poetry ----- can it be justice if the innocent are shackled... for sins of others ----- still inside my head love poems i never wrote... dead letter office ----- at first she feared it when his words touched her desires... soon learned to love it ----- reading his poems soon became one more desire... the way they touched her ----- she awakens me with coffee flavored kisses... stirring caresses ----- his loving words soon set free the wild within her... desires she kept caged ----- honoring his art she gently touches herself... as she reads his words ----- the myth of my words revealing her mysteries... our legend begins ----- two distant lovers write poetry on the moon... the universe reads ----- her kiss burned his lips. her tight embrace branded him... markd him as her mate ----- always been the beast lifetime search for beauty... not afraid to stay ----- raising my poems words running through her fingers... spilling over her ----- fingers touch you there lips will kiss some other spot.. love you all over ----- my muse's kisses poetry from her sweet lips... my fIngers repeat ----- upon wings of words as love's storm lifts us higher soaring together ----- i'm the words i write but when i recite them back... you're the voice i hear ----- thirsty gardener sipping dew from sweetest rose... as her petals blush ----- • Donovan Baldwin

I was runnin' on a back road Way up near the Tonto Rim When my semi started smokin' And my hopes began to dim. I'd never get to Payson And drop this load on time. After towing, parts, and labor, I wouldn't make a dime. As I stood there on the shoulder And pondered what to do Staring blindly 'cross a canyon Some things came into view. It wasn't just the mountains, Gray and white against blue sky, Or green pines standing straight and tall, That began to catch my eye. I was in it for the money, Just as much as any man, But also cause I got to see The beauty of this land. I was grateful for the people I met while running free, But lately, though still lookin' I'd forgotten how to see. So, hell, the rig was busted And the boss would sure be mad But I thought I heard a river... You know, it didn't seem so bad! Sure, I have my obligations And the things I've said I'll do. There's money to be made But before each day is through... There's those moments in the mountains Or perhaps along the shore When I stop and I remember What the hell I do it for. So, I stood there with my cell phone, My finger set to dial... Then went looking for that river. The rig could wait a while. • Donovan Baldwin

Autumn clouds, clothes all undone, Barely painted by the sun. Trees don't wish to be outdone, Drop leaves, stand naked, Fall's begun. Mother Nature shows her all, Before the chill of winter's call. Shivering nude neath heatless rays, Until once more, spring's warming days. • 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

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

i followed the sighs throaty cries which led to you though you never knew ----- yes i look for you fear perhaps you may not come smiling when you do ----- i waited for you never sure you would appear oh, but when you did... ----- suddenly appeared one who truly understood set free by my words ----- her fingers feel words touching traces upon skin read what i wrote there clues in secret places penetrating poetry flowing like a spring eyes shut tight to feel every movement that he makes with his magic pen ----- as she spread her wings soared into an endless sky all was possible ----- glistening petals shining with love's silver dew framing love's taut bud ----- your story hidden poet made you a goddess who learned to love him ----- he remembers well the taste of a lover's skin and the sounds she made ----- meets me in the hall ready before the door is closed to welcome me home a vertical wall serving as a lovers' bed my hand holding hers arches a rainbow carnal display of desire crying out greetings ----- she retrieved my tears love drops from a weeping heart that cried with gladness ------ Brits with a flick of the wrist, Americans full wind up and Bring it in from first or third, At 90+ miles per hour. Talking darts, perv. And, when a drunk American GI Lets go of that missile, No telling where it will go... Except the one that Whistled past my ear, and, Stuck in the table by my hand, Germany, 1969. ----- i've waited for you not only for these few hours but for a lifetime ----- with your knowing smile black strap over bare shoulder no escape for me ----- flowing through our veins pure and impure works of art you and i enjoy ----- thought the hurt was gone but so suddenly recalled it still feels the same ----- soft pillared temple your tiny goddess rises kisses of worship ----- oh to be desired walk at last through someone's dreams to be missed at dawn • Donovan Baldwin

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In 1962-63, while a senior at Pensacola Catholic High, I worked as a theater usher at the Saenger Theatre (that's how they spelled it), on Palafox Street, in downtown Pensacola, Florida. On Saturday nights, we would have a midnight movie. At about 12:30, all the adults went home leaving us teenage ushers in the "custody" of an off-duty Pensacola police officer... in uniform. Ralph, a Pensacola police officer, who shall remain last nameless, was a nice guy and the cop who usually worked the midnight movie with me and my coworker, Jim. It was customary for the ushers, to hold onto an empty popcorn box, to dip extra popcorn out of the leftover popcorn bin (usually a lot). We would set the box up on the half wall between the lobby and the back seats and would dip into the box as we watched the movie. On Saturday nights, Ralph the cop would dip in with us. One particular Saturday night, Jim, the other usher, dipped into the popcorn box and accidentally knocked a shower of popcorn over the back row. People jumped up angrily, including some large, angry specimens of humanity. Jim apologized, and all seemed forgiven. A few minutes later, I went for the box and, being a bit clumsy sent another popcorn shower over the heads of already disgruntled patrons. Like Jim, I apologized profusely, and, with a few growls, and tugs on their sleeves from wives and dates, they sat back down. After a while, Ralph the Cop, reached for the box and sent it AND the fresh load of popcorn it contained into the back rows. I didn't wait to see how Ralph was going to handle his faux pas. I ran for the lobby and hid behind one of the ornate pillars. On the other side of the lobby, Jim had chosen the same tactic. And there, between us, behind another pillar, hiding out in full uniform, badge, gun, cuffs nightstick, and all, was one of Pensacola's finest, Ralph the Cop. • Donovan Baldwin

Grace Christian - better known by her stage name, mazie - is redefining pop music and pop culture from the comfort of her own home. Like twisting the rotating ends of a kaleidoscope, looking at mazie's music from an even slightly different perspective unveils a host of varying takeaways. There's "no friends," her debut single, written and released at the beginning of quarantine, perfectly unaware of the universal nature her track would soon envelop. Twist a little further and you arrive at "dumb dumb," an unconventional and surreal pop song written in response to the Capitol Insurrection and the ensuing deluge of memes. Yet, no single twist, turn, or bend of the neck begins to fully encompass mazie, the artist. Listen to Mazie talk about how she became a successful Indie artist in this podcast. Props out to my hometown girl!