Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2025 12:21pm
5th Mar 2025 12:21pm
Decayimg
I never until recent days believed
that I, afore I’m in the grave,
would ever find
my body decomposing.
How much I’m knowing now
as I decay before my eyes,
that this belief
was vanityed supposing!
that I, afore I’m in the grave,
would ever find
my body decomposing.
How much I’m knowing now
as I decay before my eyes,
that this belief
was vanityed supposing!
#aging
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2025 5:27pm
4th Mar 2025 5:27pm
I live a life that wearies me
I live a life that wearies me.
All vigor in my limbs has drained away
I flail my feet uncertainly
with heavy steps
upon the ground
and make my way from here to there
with a diminished stride.
I know no comfort lies in any coming hour
of coming days,
no promise there of livening by touch
or tender word.
Desire no longer stirs my mind,
my blood. Capacity for joy is petrified.
Regret’s my constant company.
My eyesight dims.
My memory is slight.
It has become a dull
and failing...
All vigor in my limbs has drained away
I flail my feet uncertainly
with heavy steps
upon the ground
and make my way from here to there
with a diminished stride.
I know no comfort lies in any coming hour
of coming days,
no promise there of livening by touch
or tender word.
Desire no longer stirs my mind,
my blood. Capacity for joy is petrified.
Regret’s my constant company.
My eyesight dims.
My memory is slight.
It has become a dull
and failing...
#aging
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2025 3:03pm
2nd Mar 2025 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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