Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2025 9:39pm
18th Apr 2025 9:39pm
ekphrasis on ecce homo
He stands half-naked and unblemished now
dusplayed by Pilate to a hostile crowd
and yet within the hour to come
he’ll bear his weighty stripes
and blood will stain in rising welts on his skin.
And seeing this
are we then made
to think upon his innocence
and how he suffered willingly
the brunt of all his nation’s sins?
dusplayed by Pilate to a hostile crowd
and yet within the hour to come
he’ll bear his weighty stripes
and blood will stain in rising welts on his skin.
And seeing this
are we then made
to think upon his innocence
and how he suffered willingly
the brunt of all his nation’s sins?
#WritingPoetry
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Apr 2025 4:18pm
18th Apr 2025 4:18pm
stroke
I’m angry at my brain
for it allowed the blockages
that rearranged
the agile functionings
of my left side’s
arm and leg
and made me now an invalid.
I’m angry at its hard delay
in summoning repair
in me towards any of the fluid grace
that once and not so long ago
my old sinestered limbs
possessed.
I’m angry at my body, too,
for its acceptance of the lightning bolt
that shot from areas inside my skull
and damaged it
and made my foot and hand
so leadened, dull.
My patience for...
for it allowed the blockages
that rearranged
the agile functionings
of my left side’s
arm and leg
and made me now an invalid.
I’m angry at its hard delay
in summoning repair
in me towards any of the fluid grace
that once and not so long ago
my old sinestered limbs
possessed.
I’m angry at my body, too,
for its acceptance of the lightning bolt
that shot from areas inside my skull
and damaged it
and made my foot and hand
so leadened, dull.
My patience for...
#illness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2025 4:29pm
16th Apr 2025 4:29pm
virgin of the rocks ekphrasis
What was the blessing that this virgin made,
the rhythm and the tenor of her words,
that swayed the infant John to kneel beneath her graceful palm
and pose his hands as if in prayer adoringly
and caused a maidened Uriel
to point the exiled Jesus to be witness to
his cousin’s deed?
Da Vinci leaves this to our vast imaginings
the rhythm and the tenor of her words,
that swayed the infant John to kneel beneath her graceful palm
and pose his hands as if in prayer adoringly
and caused a maidened Uriel
to point the exiled Jesus to be witness to
his cousin’s deed?
Da Vinci leaves this to our vast imaginings
#art
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2025 12:39pm
14th Apr 2025 12:39pm
aftermath
Can you see the grief that’s lined along
my brow, displayed within my eyes,
and seeks relief
like mournful penitent petitioners at prayer?
Awakening from sleep to see how much
at night I may have changed in my recovery
– if whether
any virtued nimbleness has threaded through
my leadened leg and arm,
and in the fingers of my stricken hand --
is now a constant in the rough beginnings of my current days.
Impatience nags me constantly.
my brow, displayed within my eyes,
and seeks relief
like mournful penitent petitioners at prayer?
Awakening from sleep to see how much
at night I may have changed in my recovery
– if whether
any virtued nimbleness has threaded through
my leadened leg and arm,
and in the fingers of my stricken hand --
is now a constant in the rough beginnings of my current days.
Impatience nags me constantly.
#illness
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Apr 2025 4:13pm
13th Apr 2025 4:13pm
claim
I see again from tallies on my “works”
that if you want
to have your poem read
by those subscribed to DUP
the way to go
is naming what you’ve wrought
as eros filled
yes, even if it’s not.
Look and see the difference between
the number of the reads
submission noted as “erotica” receive
and poems not so classified.
But if you dIsagree
and think my claim is wrong,
do not just make assertions that it’s so.
Provide statistic evidence
that I’m a sounding gong
and hardly in the know.
that if you want
to have your poem read
by those subscribed to DUP
the way to go
is naming what you’ve wrought
as eros filled
yes, even if it’s not.
Look and see the difference between
the number of the reads
submission noted as “erotica” receive
and poems not so classified.
But if you dIsagree
and think my claim is wrong,
do not just make assertions that it’s so.
Provide statistic evidence
that I’m a sounding gong
and hardly in the know.
#honesty
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Apr 2025 2:33pm
13th Apr 2025 2:33pm
lovers past
What within our kiss
belongs to others in our memories,
those from whom we learned
the subtle and the heated ways of pleasuring?
There’s suredly a debt
that’s owed to them for current bliss
And yet the now, the sharpened joy, of you,
surpasses and outlasts all lessons taught
by any lovers from our pasts
belongs to others in our memories,
those from whom we learned
the subtle and the heated ways of pleasuring?
There’s suredly a debt
that’s owed to them for current bliss
And yet the now, the sharpened joy, of you,
surpasses and outlasts all lessons taught
by any lovers from our pasts
#lust
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Apr 2025 2:58pm
12th Apr 2025 2:58pm
hows and whens and whys
I love your body’s hows and whens
and whys.
They are sublime
your kiss
divine
the way your hold me serpentine
makes starbursts all along
my body’s length and breadth
I say with raptured, gladsom reverence
“Amen” to this.
and whys.
They are sublime
your kiss
divine
the way your hold me serpentine
makes starbursts all along
my body’s length and breadth
I say with raptured, gladsom reverence
“Amen” to this.
#sensual
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Apr 2025 2:27pm
11th Apr 2025 2:27pm
Stonehenge
I laid my hands upon these stones
some years ago.
I touched an ancient mystery
and felt myself to be
upon the win scoured Wiltshire plane
a small, and insubstantial thing
within immensiites of history
some years ago.
I touched an ancient mystery
and felt myself to be
upon the win scoured Wiltshire plane
a small, and insubstantial thing
within immensiites of history
#memories
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2025 3:17pm
10th Apr 2025 3:17pm
pilgrim
I'm now upon a weightless pilgrimage,
disanchored to the gravity of memory.
By petty steps in arrowed time
I”m made to be unstayed
in many of the fondling happenings
that in my past
once shaped my person and my personality.
I’ve lost so many images and memories
of homing places and events,
of faces of past lovers, friends
of books I’ve read,
of titles and the substance
of the movies that I’ve seen,
of what my former teachers said to me,
that in my younger days were unashamedly
and without any effort...
disanchored to the gravity of memory.
By petty steps in arrowed time
I”m made to be unstayed
in many of the fondling happenings
that in my past
once shaped my person and my personality.
I’ve lost so many images and memories
of homing places and events,
of faces of past lovers, friends
of books I’ve read,
of titles and the substance
of the movies that I’ve seen,
of what my former teachers said to me,
that in my younger days were unashamedly
and without any effort...
#grief
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Mar 2025 2:20pm
12th Mar 2025 2:20pm
Touch
I seek
the lightning bolt
within your fingertips
and pray
to be incarnate in
the length and breadth
of all my flesh electrified
consumed
transported by
fulfilled desire
that only you
could bring me
with your touch
your eager lips.
the lightning bolt
within your fingertips
and pray
to be incarnate in
the length and breadth
of all my flesh electrified
consumed
transported by
fulfilled desire
that only you
could bring me
with your touch
your eager lips.
#lust
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2025 8:58pm
9th Mar 2025 8:58pm
Promises
Ah the shivered promises you made
to me
before we, arm locked slumbered
in my bed,
of forevered bliss,
though broken and betrayed
so long ago
still ring within my ears
like church bells in the mist
still sing a siren song
that I must stop my ears against
if I am not to drown
in longing and in
dark’ning memory.
to me
before we, arm locked slumbered
in my bed,
of forevered bliss,
though broken and betrayed
so long ago
still ring within my ears
like church bells in the mist
still sing a siren song
that I must stop my ears against
if I am not to drown
in longing and in
dark’ning memory.
#hurt
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2025 1:52pm
7th Mar 2025 1:52pm
Heart
Remember always that my heart
is in your hands
So if you choose to stroke it,
do so tenderly.
is in your hands
So if you choose to stroke it,
do so tenderly.
#lover
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