Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2025 4:30pm
23rd Jan 2025 4:30pm
enticement
Again it’s plain
that reading of,
and getting comments on
the poetry
one sends
to D U P
depends
not on it’s quality
but on the fact
that one has noted that
the topic of one’s posts
is lust and lechery.
that reading of,
and getting comments on
the poetry
one sends
to D U P
depends
not on it’s quality
but on the fact
that one has noted that
the topic of one’s posts
is lust and lechery.
#seductive
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2025 12:29pm
23rd Jan 2025 12:29pm
Abed
Come. Lie here abed
with me
Let me touch, explore
with feather fingerings
the wild horizons
of your flesh
the ivory of it all
and then unleash
the coiled braids of your hair
and make them
unconfined
upon my curious hand.
The night and I
need wantoning
with me
Let me touch, explore
with feather fingerings
the wild horizons
of your flesh
the ivory of it all
and then unleash
the coiled braids of your hair
and make them
unconfined
upon my curious hand.
The night and I
need wantoning
#lust
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2025 1:19pm
22nd Jan 2025 1:19pm
need
I need
the stealth of your arms,
the depth of your lips,
your scent,
your fevered words
like coals against my skin
I need
to sin
with you
again.
the stealth of your arms,
the depth of your lips,
your scent,
your fevered words
like coals against my skin
I need
to sin
with you
again.
#lust
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jan 2025 1:29pm
21st Jan 2025 1:29pm
Mirrored self
My body is no longer sound.
It has become time ragged, raged.
My face decayed.
And when I stray
by purpose or by accident
to stand before my mirrored self
I cannot help but ask
“Just when and how
did I become old aged?”.
It has become time ragged, raged.
My face decayed.
And when I stray
by purpose or by accident
to stand before my mirrored self
I cannot help but ask
“Just when and how
did I become old aged?”.
#aging
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jan 2025 7:36pm
20th Jan 2025 7:36pm
Memory
I tell myself
“Do not indulge in memories
of how, before abandonment,
she musicked ,won,
my Oxford nights
with all the feral whisperings
that she once made
close to my ear
of heated love for me.”
What use is there
in doing so
except to be undone.
“Do not indulge in memories
of how, before abandonment,
she musicked ,won,
my Oxford nights
with all the feral whisperings
that she once made
close to my ear
of heated love for me.”
What use is there
in doing so
except to be undone.
#memories
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jan 2025 6:02pm
18th Jan 2025 6:02pm
Her Yes
Her yes
once said to me
so fervently
with promises
of heated yeses yet to come
and multiplied
are buried now within the past.
And yet,
it lies inside my memory
as song.
and still
despite my wish
my will,
a culling embering
once said to me
so fervently
with promises
of heated yeses yet to come
and multiplied
are buried now within the past.
And yet,
it lies inside my memory
as song.
and still
despite my wish
my will,
a culling embering
#memories
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Dec 2024 2:56pm
24th Dec 2024 2:56pm
Angel Song
It is said
that long ago
within the darkened heights above
the hills surrounding David’s natal place
a pinioned one brought gladsome news
to humble men
that for the world
God’s mercied promises
unto his servant Israel
would be fulfilled
and mournings that they bore
would ease.
But still we wait
we wait
to see the covenanted scattering,
the uprooting and demise of, all
the proud dissemblers and elected lords
who now
proclaim so falsely that
they’ll gift the world with great prosperity ...
that long ago
within the darkened heights above
the hills surrounding David’s natal place
a pinioned one brought gladsome news
to humble men
that for the world
God’s mercied promises
unto his servant Israel
would be fulfilled
and mournings that they bore
would ease.
But still we wait
we wait
to see the covenanted scattering,
the uprooting and demise of, all
the proud dissemblers and elected lords
who now
proclaim so falsely that
they’ll gift the world with great prosperity ...
#hope
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2024 2:59pm
23rd Dec 2024 2:59pm
Yoolis
My annual
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come; see the oxen kneel,
"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
Thomas Hardy
I know, despite the comfort of
the hallowed tale,
there were no angels then
who came aloft
upon that ancient Christmas eve
to regions rounding Bethlehem,
and from on high
proclaimed "fear not",
to humbled men,
and spoke of swaddled wonderment
new...
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come; see the oxen kneel,
"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
Thomas Hardy
I know, despite the comfort of
the hallowed tale,
there were no angels then
who came aloft
upon that ancient Christmas eve
to regions rounding Bethlehem,
and from on high
proclaimed "fear not",
to humbled men,
and spoke of swaddled wonderment
new...
#Christmas
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Dec 2024 12:45pm
15th Dec 2024 12:45pm
the Logos
Will there be made the fact
the gracing Word,
comes down for us again
enfleshed
on Christmas day
as once it did?
Will angels sing once more
their startling Gloria above
the gentle hills outside of Bethlehem?
And will there finally come to be
enjoined
God’s peace within the realms of men?
the gracing Word,
comes down for us again
enfleshed
on Christmas day
as once it did?
Will angels sing once more
their startling Gloria above
the gentle hills outside of Bethlehem?
And will there finally come to be
enjoined
God’s peace within the realms of men?
#Christmas
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Nov 2024 6:26pm
29th Nov 2024 6:26pm
eyes
She has, I know again,
Minerva’s eyes,
sea sung, sky hued,
a blue beyond imagining.
How will I stand unshaken
by the sight of them?
Minerva’s eyes,
sea sung, sky hued,
a blue beyond imagining.
How will I stand unshaken
by the sight of them?
#passion
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