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We speak of secret gardens. I have mine, you have yours. Each beautiful to each. We might not recognize The beauty of the other's, Yet, the beauty is there, As is the peace of Being able to retire there, Among the stimuli which Mean the most to us. Yours is as beautiful as mine. • Donovan Baldwin

her lover's hot breath touching sensitive places she sighs with pleasure fingers tracing words writing forbidden phrases upon her hot skin lips spill blazing lust flames upon her thirsting mouth setting her on fire • 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

Old Sarge, his whiskered face, The image of Gabby Hayes, A standard on the streets of town, His old bicycle and dog a part Of the streets of Pensacola. Old man they thought befuddled, Grinned and waved at passing cars, Especially the kids, dancing, On the field at local football games, Faded now into the past Remembered only by a few Old folks like me, whiskered now, As he was then. Picture: Actor George "Gabby" Hayes (1885 - 1969) • Donovan Baldwin

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bathing each other taking turns spreading moonlight over naked skin ----- could you be the one lost so long within my dreams she who understands ----- forget all the rules the preconceived ideas just love who you love ----- always understand a stranger somewhere loves you wants to have your love ----- naked abandon skinny-dipping in poems splashing words about • Donovan Baldwin

May I stop by you, Spend some time alone In the warm glow of your smile, Resting within the loving circle Of your warm and welcoming arms, Gathering my strength, Renewing my desire, Pledging my allegiance, As I become renewed By these moments with you? • Donovan Baldwin

Open the floodgates of the mind, The mind filled to overflowing With the words and images, So carelessly gathered Over decades of living Oblivious to the storytelling And poetry of the day to day Activities and mundane conversations Which are the seed of exposition And fiction, fantasy, and The overall art of words. • Donovan Baldwin

an opening flower promising many delights... she reveals herself • Donovan Baldwin

We get confused sometimes with what is said. I saw this morning where a "poet" said that writing something in a certain manner did not mean someone was a poet. True, but, some might interpret that to mean that a "poet" cannot write that way, but THAT is not what the statement said. A poet CAN write anyway he or she damn well pleases, if it suits the words, the thought, the image, even the internal flow. A poet CAN write like Captain Kirk (William Shatner) delivering his lines and still be "poetic". Read poetry wide and long and you will find almost every kind of presentation... from poet to poet, from era to era, even within the lifetime, or, a single day, of a poet. It is the story told, the image or emotion shared, the song that is sung, that rises from the heart of the author that matters... NOT the manner of presentation or language used. Fact: I often read poems in English, written by people for whom English is NOT a native language. The ideas flow, the feelings show, through, even the most broken presentation. I run non-English poems through Google translate. Sometimes it comes up gibberish, but, usually, I can understand what the poet was trying to say in their language, with their structures, and their mindset. Often what I see is beautiful and/or stimulating. I don't know how many of MY poems have had their origin in one of these. Poet? Write how you please, but write from your heart. • Donovan Baldwin

Give names to the dead. Do not merely erect monuments Of blank hard granite, And, carve thereon, Letters spelling names Of those who have Marched the last march, Gone down beneath That lonesome bugle's call, And the last slow Salute of comrades. Give names to the dead, Call them brother and sister, And remember them As they were As they would want To be remembered, Proud and prepared To do their duty As they had promised. Make that their monument, And never forget. • Donovan Baldwin

in her need to feel the most loving words he wrote pressed to bare breast ----- she's too hot for me yet her image calls me back for another look ----- I've been observing your seductive thoughts and words truth is i'm tempted ----- uncertainty crumbling you become aware i know your longing for love ----- i'm watching for you smiling as your words appear wishing you could know • Donovan Baldwin