Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2023 7:25pm
9th Apr 2023 7:25pm
Haiku on one of my cats
Motor in your throat
a small sawmill burring wood
lulling me to sleep
a small sawmill burring wood
lulling me to sleep
#cats
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2023 3:44pm
16th Mar 2023 3:44pm
The Source of Sin
If we listen to just what the Bible
has to say,
most notably in Jacob’s book
regarding what it really is
that’s at the root of mankind’s going astray
from God
and all that’s good
it isn’t sex of any kind
or desire for it.
It’s when the love of money’s
on a person’s mind
and fills his soul.
The only ones who think it’s
otherwise
are joyless puritans
and withered sour sexist souls
who, because they fear they are
but creatures weak and know
they have
no...
has to say,
most notably in Jacob’s book
regarding what it really is
that’s at the root of mankind’s going astray
from God
and all that’s good
it isn’t sex of any kind
or desire for it.
It’s when the love of money’s
on a person’s mind
and fills his soul.
The only ones who think it’s
otherwise
are joyless puritans
and withered sour sexist souls
who, because they fear they are
but creatures weak and know
they have
no...
#morality
#PopCulture
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2023 7:36pm
22nd Feb 2023 7:36pm
Ash Wednesday 2
Must I have the mark of weightless ash
upon my brow
to be reminded that
my destiny is dust?
Oh no.
It is not so
For all I have to do to see
that I am decomposing fast
and lack my youth’s solidity
is turn my face
to gaze upon
the image in my looking glass.
upon my brow
to be reminded that
my destiny is dust?
Oh no.
It is not so
For all I have to do to see
that I am decomposing fast
and lack my youth’s solidity
is turn my face
to gaze upon
the image in my looking glass.
#aging
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2023 3:55pm
14th Feb 2023 3:55pm
Your evaluation, please
Those here who read the verse
I post to DUP,
please tell me if you do agree
with statements often made
by old J-Z
that it's a fact
that what I write’s not poetry
but prose.
Will you suppose and mark it to be true
that his so fulsome designation of my work
is sound,
land that its ground's
an educated, well-trained sense
and knowledge of
just what it is
that does and does not lie within
the boundaries of prosody?
Or on the contrary,
is what he so explicitly...
I post to DUP,
please tell me if you do agree
with statements often made
by old J-Z
that it's a fact
that what I write’s not poetry
but prose.
Will you suppose and mark it to be true
that his so fulsome designation of my work
is sound,
land that its ground's
an educated, well-trained sense
and knowledge of
just what it is
that does and does not lie within
the boundaries of prosody?
Or on the contrary,
is what he so explicitly...
#WritingPoetry
#PopCulture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2023 6:11pm
12th Feb 2023 6:11pm
Will One Be Happy In A Ghostly Realm?
What will keep the spark of love
one knew on earth
alive
when one is bodiless
and “lives” without an end to time
within a realm of ghosts?
Is it not sure
that boredom with one’s mate
whom one, deprived of eyes
and hands and the facilities
of flesh,
has no ability to see
or touch or kiss
will then eventually
set in
and ennui too
will fill up full
the fabric of one’s never-ending “days”?
one knew on earth
alive
when one is bodiless
and “lives” without an end to time
within a realm of ghosts?
Is it not sure
that boredom with one’s mate
whom one, deprived of eyes
and hands and the facilities
of flesh,
has no ability to see
or touch or kiss
will then eventually
set in
and ennui too
will fill up full
the fabric of one’s never-ending “days”?
#heaven
#PopCulture
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2023 1:15pm
12th Feb 2023 1:15pm
After Thomas Wyatt
And wilt thou hold my heart
within thy hands so callously
as if a thing despised?
Say nay, say nay to this cruel enterprise
to save thee from disgrace
when thou art famed,
because of thy poor use of me,
for obloquy. Say nay.
And wilt thou hold my heart
less dear than I, with bright esteem,
hold yours? Less dear than
all the breath that gives thee life,
the breath that I would give to thee
should nature 'spire to leave
thee gasping, breath deprived?
Say nay. Say nay.
And wilt thou...
within thy hands so callously
as if a thing despised?
Say nay, say nay to this cruel enterprise
to save thee from disgrace
when thou art famed,
because of thy poor use of me,
for obloquy. Say nay.
And wilt thou hold my heart
less dear than I, with bright esteem,
hold yours? Less dear than
all the breath that gives thee life,
the breath that I would give to thee
should nature 'spire to leave
thee gasping, breath deprived?
Say nay. Say nay.
And wilt thou...
#FallingInLove
#PopCulture
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2023 2:00pm
2nd Feb 2023 2:00pm
Only Jesus?
What nonsense is the claim
that **only** Jesus can sustain a man
who’s burdened with hard times
and existential blows to his serenity.
Siddhartha’s justly famed
for his bestowing on mankind
the way one’s heart
can subjugate
and then eliminate its pains
and feel with joy the sangha’s blessed
fraternity.
And Muslims hold onto
and propagate, confess,
with grateful and unceasing certainty,
good reasons, too,
the core belief
that al-Salām’s
the only one who
surely brings men peace ...
that **only** Jesus can sustain a man
who’s burdened with hard times
and existential blows to his serenity.
Siddhartha’s justly famed
for his bestowing on mankind
the way one’s heart
can subjugate
and then eliminate its pains
and feel with joy the sangha’s blessed
fraternity.
And Muslims hold onto
and propagate, confess,
with grateful and unceasing certainty,
good reasons, too,
the core belief
that al-Salām’s
the only one who
surely brings men peace ...
#religion
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2023 2:36pm
23rd Jan 2023 2:36pm
For Robert Herrick
When swift to me some whey my milkmaid tows
how I'll then laud my bovine beaux
for all the satisfaction that my stomach knows.
And how I’ll call “come back to me”
when then she leaves me all too hurriedly,
"Ah Lass, I am unsated yet by thee!".
how I'll then laud my bovine beaux
for all the satisfaction that my stomach knows.
And how I’ll call “come back to me”
when then she leaves me all too hurriedly,
"Ah Lass, I am unsated yet by thee!".
#parody
#PopCulture
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Jan 2023 8:28pm
12th Jan 2023 8:28pm
Dreams
The image of your body
haunts me through my nights.
I dream such dreams
that show the way
you shape your mouth
to say
that you’ve become
Insatiate for my lips and tongue
and then to know
my cunning touch.
haunts me through my nights.
I dream such dreams
that show the way
you shape your mouth
to say
that you’ve become
Insatiate for my lips and tongue
and then to know
my cunning touch.
#dreams
#PopCulture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jan 2023 4:16pm
7th Jan 2023 4:16pm
Yes, I Have an Answer
Yes, I Have an Answer
Have not the golden poets
rightly said
that what it is
that’s sure to give “us”
any of the rest you claim
that “man” has always sought
to know
before “he” dies
is love in all its forms
from one corporeal
and wise
to all our needs
who’s often
and so willingly,
within our arms
and in our beds
and not, despite
what a religion’s often
misread scriptures seem
to say,
some airy spirit
in the sky.
Now if you disagree
that...
Have not the golden poets
rightly said
that what it is
that’s sure to give “us”
any of the rest you claim
that “man” has always sought
to know
before “he” dies
is love in all its forms
from one corporeal
and wise
to all our needs
who’s often
and so willingly,
within our arms
and in our beds
and not, despite
what a religion’s often
misread scriptures seem
to say,
some airy spirit
in the sky.
Now if you disagree
that...
#love
#PopCulture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jan 2023 6:04pm
1st Jan 2023 6:04pm
On Rilke's New Year's Wish
On Rilke’s New Year’s Wish.
“And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been...”
Shall we believe
the year ahead
is destined to be filled
with joyous things
that we have never known
or seen?
That what is yet to come
will never leave us parched
forlorn
undone
as this past year,
as unbecoming
and travailed
with tribulation and with trial was,
that hope has any chance
to glimmer still
and grow?
Oh friends,
I...
“And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been...”
Shall we believe
the year ahead
is destined to be filled
with joyous things
that we have never known
or seen?
That what is yet to come
will never leave us parched
forlorn
undone
as this past year,
as unbecoming
and travailed
with tribulation and with trial was,
that hope has any chance
to glimmer still
and grow?
Oh friends,
I...
#NewYear
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Dec 2022 2:05pm
25th Dec 2022 2:05pm
Angel
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/joachims-dream-giotto-detail-scrovegni-chapel-padua-italy--339458890636217264/
See this now,
this heaven’d sight --
See the focused light within
the angel’s eyes,
as dark as coal,
enraptured night,
intent and wide and glistening,
See his arrowed flight
and haloed head,
his wings unfurled, incarnadined,
his robes in gilded harnesses,
his white white hand stretched out
above, above
at Christmas time
to bring God’s...
See this now,
this heaven’d sight --
See the focused light within
the angel’s eyes,
as dark as coal,
enraptured night,
intent and wide and glistening,
See his arrowed flight
and haloed head,
his wings unfurled, incarnadined,
his robes in gilded harnesses,
his white white hand stretched out
above, above
at Christmas time
to bring God’s...
#Christmas
#PopCulture
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