Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
I require my woman be ...
I want a woman who
is just like me:
one who
has so prudishly
unto this day remained
within a virgin's state
despite the fleshy tug
of "man's"
entrancing post-pubescent needs.
For otherwise
she is within my moralistic judgment
and my eyes
a piece of damaged goods
a soiled commodity,
impure,
a whore
so undeserving to deplete me
of my chastity,
and so my nuptial seed,
and oh so worthy of disdain.
is just like me:
one who
has so prudishly
unto this day remained
within a virgin's state
despite the fleshy tug
of "man's"
entrancing post-pubescent needs.
For otherwise
she is within my moralistic judgment
and my eyes
a piece of damaged goods
a soiled commodity,
impure,
a whore
so undeserving to deplete me
of my chastity,
and so my nuptial seed,
and oh so worthy of disdain.
#morality
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An Etheree on September
How
I want
to wander
late September
streets for countless hours
to hear the wind blow leaves
in circling whirls that whisper
to each other in the speech of
ghosts the hidden secrets of the way
the languished Autumn earth begins to die.
I want
to wander
late September
streets for countless hours
to hear the wind blow leaves
in circling whirls that whisper
to each other in the speech of
ghosts the hidden secrets of the way
the languished Autumn earth begins to die.
#fall
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Ah you!
Ah you!
Your hand so tangled purposely within your hair
to show your shining eyes to me,
and how you smile,
with playful knowledge
lying winsome, teasing, on your lips,
like lovers’ secret whispers in the night.
Your hand so tangled purposely within your hair
to show your shining eyes to me,
and how you smile,
with playful knowledge
lying winsome, teasing, on your lips,
like lovers’ secret whispers in the night.
#lust
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It's Early Morning Now
It’s early morning now;
my bedroom’s not yet
far beyond grey light..
Somewhere in the distance
sleeping cars are being churned to life.
My lover’s in my kitchen making coffee
for us both
and as it drips into the pot
she, in dawning wakefulness,
begins to hum
some lilting Celtic melody.
I stay awhile in bed,
eyes closed,
and float within
the silky current of her voice.
It’s morning now
but it is not yet light.
my bedroom’s not yet
far beyond grey light..
Somewhere in the distance
sleeping cars are being churned to life.
My lover’s in my kitchen making coffee
for us both
and as it drips into the pot
she, in dawning wakefulness,
begins to hum
some lilting Celtic melody.
I stay awhile in bed,
eyes closed,
and float within
the silky current of her voice.
It’s morning now
but it is not yet light.
#happiness
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There Have Been Times
There have been times
when some event or sight
within my life so
breaks itself
against my consciousness
to make me say
“Look! Here is something that will be
so firmly lodged,
and will remain
when other memories are dim with age,
inside my brain forevering”.
And one of these that’s played itself of late
was just how you, blue-jeaned
and jacketed in brown,
a hint of coming Autumn
then surrounding you,
skipped sideways
down the concrete stairs
of the museum,
where we had arranged ...
when some event or sight
within my life so
breaks itself
against my consciousness
to make me say
“Look! Here is something that will be
so firmly lodged,
and will remain
when other memories are dim with age,
inside my brain forevering”.
And one of these that’s played itself of late
was just how you, blue-jeaned
and jacketed in brown,
a hint of coming Autumn
then surrounding you,
skipped sideways
down the concrete stairs
of the museum,
where we had arranged ...
#love
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Watching
He sits in a café day after day
and watches the young females,
long of leg
and lithe of arm,
who come to sit
and drink
their coffee or their tea
while gazing at their smartphones’ screens
as if the glass were then
a dark queen’s magic mirroring,
intently texting friends and lovers with
the summons to be told
they are indeed the fairest maid of all.
He has not touched a woman in ten years.
He is content to watch
their conjurings,
the way their breasts move with desire,
and live a vivid life inside his eyes.
and watches the young females,
long of leg
and lithe of arm,
who come to sit
and drink
their coffee or their tea
while gazing at their smartphones’ screens
as if the glass were then
a dark queen’s magic mirroring,
intently texting friends and lovers with
the summons to be told
they are indeed the fairest maid of all.
He has not touched a woman in ten years.
He is content to watch
their conjurings,
the way their breasts move with desire,
and live a vivid life inside his eyes.
#lust
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I could not be sad?
So is it true
that I
could not be sad
if after my demise
I end up as a ghostly thing
within a palid
and unsolid realm
above, up in the sky?
It’s not
and it’s so easy to think why
this kind of life
would not bring joy
to anyone who dies
and lives on bodyless.
.
For, as the ancient creeds assert,
the bible, too,
without an enfleshed life
there is no concrete living “I”
or anything resembling the deceased
that’s capable without a brain
of having sentience
or knowing...
that I
could not be sad
if after my demise
I end up as a ghostly thing
within a palid
and unsolid realm
above, up in the sky?
It’s not
and it’s so easy to think why
this kind of life
would not bring joy
to anyone who dies
and lives on bodyless.
.
For, as the ancient creeds assert,
the bible, too,
without an enfleshed life
there is no concrete living “I”
or anything resembling the deceased
that’s capable without a brain
of having sentience
or knowing...
#death
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Teach me Things
Teach me things I do not know.
Speak to me of sighing wind,
the half light and the wayward sun
in motion slow upon the meadow and the sea,
the darkness in the fathoms laid below,
the heaven’s depths,
the heights of hell,
the warp and woof of love,
the midnight bell that summons ghost to ghost,
the songs the sirens sang
to shear away the wanderer
from all his homeward hope,
the envied tongue that sears
a rival’s worded flesh,
the hymns that sound the world
with sleep
or thunder judgment into quaking knees.
Speak to me of sighing wind,
the half light and the wayward sun
in motion slow upon the meadow and the sea,
the darkness in the fathoms laid below,
the heaven’s depths,
the heights of hell,
the warp and woof of love,
the midnight bell that summons ghost to ghost,
the songs the sirens sang
to shear away the wanderer
from all his homeward hope,
the envied tongue that sears
a rival’s worded flesh,
the hymns that sound the world
with sleep
or thunder judgment into quaking knees.
#LifeAsAWriter
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Absolution
Was absolution easy
when lord Jesus walked the earth?
Both yes and no
is true.
The Gospels say
he saw it was obtainable
but at a princely price.
And that was only if
you’d first forgive
the trespasses with which
your enemies
dishonored you:
for Man
who joys in gaining recompense
for all perceived injustices
that have been done
to him,
finds this
one of the hardest things
to ever do.
Matthew 6:14-15
14 For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your...
when lord Jesus walked the earth?
Both yes and no
is true.
The Gospels say
he saw it was obtainable
but at a princely price.
And that was only if
you’d first forgive
the trespasses with which
your enemies
dishonored you:
for Man
who joys in gaining recompense
for all perceived injustices
that have been done
to him,
finds this
one of the hardest things
to ever do.
Matthew 6:14-15
14 For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your...
#forgiveness
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Pan
From a slender river reed,
a trivial thing,
I have filled the air with magic
and with fire
for women and for men,
and made them hungry, wild,
to set their feet in dance upon the earth
and bend their voices ardently
to sing
and serve your sometime wife
fair robed Mnemosune.
Tell me, father Zeus, far-seeing one,
what have you ever done
with your fabled shield of storm
and with your flashing thunderbolt,
and all your war-won power,
your conquests
and your promiscuities
that rivals this?
a trivial thing,
I have filled the air with magic
and with fire
for women and for men,
and made them hungry, wild,
to set their feet in dance upon the earth
and bend their voices ardently
to sing
and serve your sometime wife
fair robed Mnemosune.
Tell me, father Zeus, far-seeing one,
what have you ever done
with your fabled shield of storm
and with your flashing thunderbolt,
and all your war-won power,
your conquests
and your promiscuities
that rivals this?
#dance
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What Links Heaven to the Earth?
It has been said
that Man’s the link between
the earth and all the realms above
Why then
does Genesis proclaim
that Man’s attempt to bridge the spacious gap
rhat God had set in his creation days
betwixt
the reaches of the settled firmament
and all the water separated land
that wingless creatures
dwell upon
resulted in the curse
upon the denizens of humankind
that cost them then
the glad ability
to understand each others speech
to find a stable home,
and fast ensured their towering ...
that Man’s the link between
the earth and all the realms above
Why then
does Genesis proclaim
that Man’s attempt to bridge the spacious gap
rhat God had set in his creation days
betwixt
the reaches of the settled firmament
and all the water separated land
that wingless creatures
dwell upon
resulted in the curse
upon the denizens of humankind
that cost them then
the glad ability
to understand each others speech
to find a stable home,
and fast ensured their towering ...
#humankind
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Pity Leaves Me Wounded
The feelings that I have
for others soaked in pain
has wounded me
and caused me shame
although I can’t say why it’s so.
If I were smart,
this pity that engenders blots
upon my name
and lacerates
my body and my soul
I would
for preservation’s sake
forgo.
for others soaked in pain
has wounded me
and caused me shame
although I can’t say why it’s so.
If I were smart,
this pity that engenders blots
upon my name
and lacerates
my body and my soul
I would
for preservation’s sake
forgo.
#suffering
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