Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
not me
I am these days
by age
made distant from myself,
a shallow bodying
infirm
off balance and
unrecognizable
an alien, a startling wraith within
my mirrorings.
And rest? Sound sleep?
are things now on the brink
of memory.
by age
made distant from myself,
a shallow bodying
infirm
off balance and
unrecognizable
an alien, a startling wraith within
my mirrorings.
And rest? Sound sleep?
are things now on the brink
of memory.
#aging
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no real critique
Why is it that it’s oh so rare
that those on DUP
who in reply to plain requests
from posters here
for honest criticism of their work
respond with thoughtful
well informed, articulate analysis
of how and why a piece
succeeds (or fails) to show
poetic art?
Is not the answer to my question that
most of the readers on this site
are clanging amateurs
too unfamiliar with the rules
of what Pope called “the dance”
and who have no idea of
the steps to take
and what to say
to let a person see ...
that those on DUP
who in reply to plain requests
from posters here
for honest criticism of their work
respond with thoughtful
well informed, articulate analysis
of how and why a piece
succeeds (or fails) to show
poetic art?
Is not the answer to my question that
most of the readers on this site
are clanging amateurs
too unfamiliar with the rules
of what Pope called “the dance”
and who have no idea of
the steps to take
and what to say
to let a person see ...
#WritingPoetry
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Anything Goes?
I’ve seen that there
are here a number of
composers who
are wont to claim
there are no literary rules
that must be followed when
inditing what
they oft assert
is without question
poetry.
I wonder then
how they are sure
that what they write
is never prose.
are here a number of
composers who
are wont to claim
there are no literary rules
that must be followed when
inditing what
they oft assert
is without question
poetry.
I wonder then
how they are sure
that what they write
is never prose.
#WritingPoetry
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Your Voice
Don’t keep your voice from me,
not for an hour,
because a single hour without your voice
is like a vacant day
an unused month,
a hollow year;
because without your voice
I then become a wandering ghost
a flitting shade,
that haunts my rooms
and asks and asks and asks
the churning silence there,
“When will I hear her speak again?
When will I have her near?”
not for an hour,
because a single hour without your voice
is like a vacant day
an unused month,
a hollow year;
because without your voice
I then become a wandering ghost
a flitting shade,
that haunts my rooms
and asks and asks and asks
the churning silence there,
“When will I hear her speak again?
When will I have her near?”
#heartbroken
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Furrow Fold
Come fling
and furrow fold yourself within my arms,
and let me see
your body blaze
with trailing stars and comets' lights
inside your eyes.
suspending night for me,
O leave me breathless
with your gaze.
and furrow fold yourself within my arms,
and let me see
your body blaze
with trailing stars and comets' lights
inside your eyes.
suspending night for me,
O leave me breathless
with your gaze.
#passion
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Do not come near,
Do not come near,
any, all, yes, all
of you,
you with your faces of ivory,
you with your dark faces,
your faces like hungry torches,
all of you,.
do not come near
to me,
near with your eyes,
your wondered eyes,
your arrow eyes, kohled and lidded low,
slanting,
full of longing,
burdened, burdening,
near with your long arms
near with your long stride
and your ascending scent,
shearing me
with all of its
encompassings
its promises, its promisings,
the ones you...
any, all, yes, all
of you,
you with your faces of ivory,
you with your dark faces,
your faces like hungry torches,
all of you,.
do not come near
to me,
near with your eyes,
your wondered eyes,
your arrow eyes, kohled and lidded low,
slanting,
full of longing,
burdened, burdening,
near with your long arms
near with your long stride
and your ascending scent,
shearing me
with all of its
encompassings
its promises, its promisings,
the ones you...
#lover
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Judased
It’s 4 am
I’m full awake
my body Judased
into rising
from my bed
un-purposed to my day
prospected with
long dark-edged hours.
Outside, bird song,
cheery and alive
rings noisily
to mock me.
I’m full awake
my body Judased
into rising
from my bed
un-purposed to my day
prospected with
long dark-edged hours.
Outside, bird song,
cheery and alive
rings noisily
to mock me.
#sleep
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Nostalgia
I’ve often tried
in many recent days
to change the world
back to
the one that opened up
when you first
Siren songed me
with a small hello
and shortly afterwards
because of conversation
with me
easy, slow
then reached to stroke my cheek
my brow
and showed me what
a truly hungry mouth was like.
Back to
the moment when
because of you
as Autumn stole away
a sense of life rushed into me
that answered all
the plaguing question that
for so so long
had...
in many recent days
to change the world
back to
the one that opened up
when you first
Siren songed me
with a small hello
and shortly afterwards
because of conversation
with me
easy, slow
then reached to stroke my cheek
my brow
and showed me what
a truly hungry mouth was like.
Back to
the moment when
because of you
as Autumn stole away
a sense of life rushed into me
that answered all
the plaguing question that
for so so long
had...
#UnrequitedLove
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erotica
How odd it is to see
that if you want to get
subscribers here
to read and score
as something worth a comment on
your small attempts at poetry,
you have to label them
a writing forged “erotically”.
And anything you label as
a poem less exotic is,
from crickets that it earns
apparently a cause
to be ignored.
that if you want to get
subscribers here
to read and score
as something worth a comment on
your small attempts at poetry,
you have to label them
a writing forged “erotically”.
And anything you label as
a poem less exotic is,
from crickets that it earns
apparently a cause
to be ignored.
#WritingPoetry
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I often wonder
I often wonder now
if you remember how you looked at me
and what you said so breathlessly
on that October night so long ago
when I began bewitched
to stir and softly pleasure you
and if that memory still has some power
to sing you to desire again.
if you remember how you looked at me
and what you said so breathlessly
on that October night so long ago
when I began bewitched
to stir and softly pleasure you
and if that memory still has some power
to sing you to desire again.
#memories
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photograph
I’ve come across today
a photograph
I took in 1984
of long lost Gilda Lee
And there she stares at me
with adoration in her eyes
To my surprise
In seeing this
my breath is stilled
and I’m now made to be
by memory
heart sore.
Despite how in the passing years
since then
I’ve taught myself to put the beast,
desire for her,
to sleep.
I'm now, if only momentarily
a weak-kneed man
so utterly unclosed,
undone.
a photograph
I took in 1984
of long lost Gilda Lee
And there she stares at me
with adoration in her eyes
To my surprise
In seeing this
my breath is stilled
and I’m now made to be
by memory
heart sore.
Despite how in the passing years
since then
I’ve taught myself to put the beast,
desire for her,
to sleep.
I'm now, if only momentarily
a weak-kneed man
so utterly unclosed,
undone.
#memories
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So Many Years Have Passed
So many years have passed
since I last held you in my arms
but even now
despite the tendency of time
to dim desire
my heart is yet unstilled
and for you knows
unsated longing.
since I last held you in my arms
but even now
despite the tendency of time
to dim desire
my heart is yet unstilled
and for you knows
unsated longing.
#passion
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