Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 3:03pm
Yesterday 3:03pm
decline
I nave become much like
a building ready for
a notice of condemnent.
My eyes, my strength
my memory
and all my wellsprings of desire
are in an irreversible decline
arrayed unripe and dry.
The brightening promises
of fertile yesterdays
are dimmed
and dusty made
so brittle and betrayed.
a building ready for
a notice of condemnent.
My eyes, my strength
my memory
and all my wellsprings of desire
are in an irreversible decline
arrayed unripe and dry.
The brightening promises
of fertile yesterdays
are dimmed
and dusty made
so brittle and betrayed.
#aging
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2025 8:22pm
4th Feb 2025 8:22pm
wind and waves
We stood above the sea
on chalk-faced cliffs
and watched
as all the water’s blues
and greens and grays
became
wind washed to white
and then as sunset
calmed the clouding sky
the evening star appeared
to bring
its diamond blessing
of the night.
on chalk-faced cliffs
and watched
as all the water’s blues
and greens and grays
became
wind washed to white
and then as sunset
calmed the clouding sky
the evening star appeared
to bring
its diamond blessing
of the night.
#nature
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2025 4:52pm
2nd Feb 2025 4:52pm
baiser
With you
there’d never be
a kiss too long.
there’d never be
a kiss too long.
#passion
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ANGER POEM
Published
30th Jan 2025 4:34pm
30th Jan 2025 4:34pm
Ravager
I’ve now become
invisible
to women I desire.
I’m easily ignored.
I'm overlooked.
And if
within an accidental moment
I am seen by chance,
I’m easily discounted
as a man
not worth a second glance.
Age the ravager
age the savager
has stripped my flesh
of any comeliness
or kindling fire.
invisible
to women I desire.
I’m easily ignored.
I'm overlooked.
And if
within an accidental moment
I am seen by chance,
I’m easily discounted
as a man
not worth a second glance.
Age the ravager
age the savager
has stripped my flesh
of any comeliness
or kindling fire.
#depression
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2025 2:56pm
29th Jan 2025 2:56pm
the past
I’ve been
for some time now
no longer rooted in
my current days.
I stride instead
primarily inside
the shadow land
of aching images and  memories
full grounded
in my Oxford
and my Pittsburgh past.
Nostalgia is my company
I walk with ghosts
for some time now
no longer rooted in
my current days.
I stride instead
primarily inside
the shadow land
of aching images and  memories
full grounded
in my Oxford
and my Pittsburgh past.
Nostalgia is my company
I walk with ghosts
#nostalgia
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Jan 2025 2:09pm
27th Jan 2025 2:09pm
purposeless
This morning I awoke
to find
I am again
not quite alive,
and loned
closed up
within the greying grief
of rainy days.
I’m drained of  hope
that anywhere in all
the hours  ahead
before I once more
go to sleep
I’ll  know contentment or
a centering.
to find
I am again
not quite alive,
and loned
closed up
within the greying grief
of rainy days.
I’m drained of  hope
that anywhere in all
the hours  ahead
before I once more
go to sleep
I’ll  know contentment or
a centering.
#depression
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Jan 2025 12:41pm
24th Jan 2025 12:41pm
The Kiss
Oh the gentle savagery
of his searching lips
upon her cheek
and how she,
pliant then,
eyes closed in bliss,
so stroked his grasping hand
as if to say
she hoped his kiss
would never end.
of his searching lips
upon her cheek
and how she,
pliant then,
eyes closed in bliss,
so stroked his grasping hand
as if to say
she hoped his kiss
would never end.
#passion
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2025 4:30pm
23rd Jan 2025 4:30pm
enticement
Again it’s plain
that reading of,
and getting comments on
the poetry
one sends
to D U P
depends
not on it’s quality
but on the fact
that one has noted that
the topic of one’s posts
is lust and lechery.
that reading of,
and getting comments on
the poetry
one sends
to D U P
depends
not on it’s quality
but on the fact
that one has noted that
the topic of one’s posts
is lust and lechery.
#seductive
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2025 12:29pm
23rd Jan 2025 12:29pm
Abed
Come. Lie here abed
with me
Let me touch, explore
with feather fingerings
the wild horizons
of your flesh
the ivory of it all
and then unleash
the coiled braids of your hair
and make them
unconfined
upon my curious hand.
The night and I
need wantoning
with me
Let me touch, explore
with feather fingerings
the wild horizons
of your flesh
the ivory of it all
and then unleash
the coiled braids of your hair
and make them
unconfined
upon my curious hand.
The night and I
need wantoning
#lust
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2025 1:19pm
22nd Jan 2025 1:19pm
need
I need
the stealth of your arms,
the depth of your lips,
your scent,
your fevered words
like coals against my skin
I need
to sin
with you
again.
the stealth of your arms,
the depth of your lips,
your scent,
your fevered words
like coals against my skin
I need
to sin
with you
again.
#lust
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jan 2025 1:29pm
21st Jan 2025 1:29pm
Mirrored self
My body is no longer sound.
It has become time ragged, raged.
My face decayed.
And when I stray
by purpose or by accident
to stand before my mirrored self
I cannot help but ask
“Just when and how
did I become old aged?”.
It has become time ragged, raged.
My face decayed.
And when I stray
by purpose or by accident
to stand before my mirrored self
I cannot help but ask
“Just when and how
did I become old aged?”.
#aging
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jan 2025 7:36pm
20th Jan 2025 7:36pm
Memory
I tell myself
“Do not indulge in memories
of how, before abandonment,
she musicked ,won,
my Oxford nights
with all the feral whisperings
that she once made
close to my ear
of heated love for me.”
What use is there
in doing so
except to be undone.
“Do not indulge in memories
of how, before abandonment,
she musicked ,won,
my Oxford nights
with all the feral whisperings
that she once made
close to my ear
of heated love for me.”
What use is there
in doing so
except to be undone.
#memories
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