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left without his muse his pouch of words hangs empty even echoes gone • Donovan Baldwin

Within some inner pocket near your heart, Tuck me away, let me stay hidden, Forgotten, only found at times, When searching for something else, Or in need of a consoling thing, A voice to whisper how wonderful you are. Take me out, Remember, Then, Tuck me away, let me stay hidden. • Donovan Baldwin

be who you must be life owes a poet nothing leave him to his words • Donovan Baldwin

Whisper, Muse, Gently place your words As moonlit silver, Upon night's breeze, With a goddess' guidance, Deified powers willing, Your loving thoughts Travel space and time, Until, within the lonely night, Beneath too many stars, Tears of a weeping moon, I, lost lover, hear them. • Donovan Baldwin

Good morning Aphrodite, Love goddess, welcome! Arrive with kisses and caresses, Wrapped only in diaphanous Dress, gossamer covering Hiding nothing, revealing, All your amorous attributes. Hail, my Aphrodite, Welcome always here, Into my heart and arms, More than goddess herself. • Donovan Baldwin

I am a gentle man, A true gentleman of the old school, Kind to children, Respectful of all, Poet, Damn near monk, Though not voluntarily celibate, Scarred and battered, Lover of bladed weapons, And firearms. • Donovan Baldwin

Words? Poetry? Perhaps, But, The thought, The feeling, All the past behind the words, The hurt, the happiness, The pain, the ecstasy, All that... Turns the words Into what might be poetry... If the reader understands. • Donovan Baldwin

treasuring their touch naked muse in autumn leaves her poet watching • Donovan Baldwin

Is it the wind within the tree I hear whispers, hums, Soft romantic symphonies? Just a little distance, Beyond, perhaps primal, Before spoken words? High notes sung forth, By a wildly beating heart, Sighs too soft, but soon. Next to gasp, then moan, Now but wisp of breath, For lack of lover's touch. Fingers make music, Turn touch to song, Sigh to gasp to moan. • Donovan Baldwin

Upon the fringes of your crowd, I call your name, but not too loud, For though I hope you know I'm near, I'll not distract or interfere. I simply want to love nearby, No need for who or what or why. So I'll stand over by the wall, Loving, but, not seen at all. • Donovan Baldwin