Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2024 2:36pm
13th Aug 2024 2:36pm
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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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2024 6:07pm
13th Jul 2024 6:07pm
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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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2024 4:10pm
12th Jul 2024 4:10pm
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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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jul 2024 12:54pm
9th Jul 2024 12:54pm
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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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2024 1:44pm
22nd Jun 2024 1:44pm
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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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jun 2024 1:22pm
19th Jun 2024 1:22pm
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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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Jun 2024 2:44pm
5th Jun 2024 2:44pm
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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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2024 11:54pm
3rd Jun 2024 11:54pm
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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LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2024 1:44pm
28th May 2024 1:44pm
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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LOVE POEM
Published
18th May 2024 1:45pm
18th May 2024 1:45pm
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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LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2024 3:39pm
17th May 2024 3:39pm
To Lie Abandoned
To lie abandoned through the night,
constrained
to hear the slow hours strike
and then to wish for day
and having day, to hate the light ---
I know, dear Edna, yes, exactly what you feel.
I so wish, though, I had your art,
your skill with words, in putting
this dark sense of helplessness,
this cold unshaping reel,
this being made absurd,
upon a page.
constrained
to hear the slow hours strike
and then to wish for day
and having day, to hate the light ---
I know, dear Edna, yes, exactly what you feel.
I so wish, though, I had your art,
your skill with words, in putting
this dark sense of helplessness,
this cold unshaping reel,
this being made absurd,
upon a page.
#separation
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DARK POEM
Published
17th May 2024 12:23pm
17th May 2024 12:23pm
Odysseus After Journeying to Hades
I’ve come from seeing Agamemnon’s shade.
I’ve heard his bitter whisperings
of wicked wives
and how betrayal that he paid his life to know
was salt poured in a wound.
And dark Achilles’, too
whose reedy voice
was grim and gray
like ash,
who seethed at how
no glory’s found beneath the earth.
And sighted so,
where shall I ever find my rest?
Who will host this twice deathed man,
gesture me with grace
to cross beneath the lintel of their doors,
offer me a place beside the fire
now that I have...
I’ve heard his bitter whisperings
of wicked wives
and how betrayal that he paid his life to know
was salt poured in a wound.
And dark Achilles’, too
whose reedy voice
was grim and gray
like ash,
who seethed at how
no glory’s found beneath the earth.
And sighted so,
where shall I ever find my rest?
Who will host this twice deathed man,
gesture me with grace
to cross beneath the lintel of their doors,
offer me a place beside the fire
now that I have...
#death
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