Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Apr 2020 10:40pm
7th Apr 2020 10:40pm
another kiss
And up she brings her mouth to mine,
and then she sets her shining eyes to dazzle me,
to set my blood on fire.
And when intoxicated by her tongue
and towering kiss,
I know the wild expanse of hard desire
and how I die within her body's press.
Possess me then, and harrow all my flesh.
And give to me this death
again, again, again.
and then she sets her shining eyes to dazzle me,
to set my blood on fire.
And when intoxicated by her tongue
and towering kiss,
I know the wild expanse of hard desire
and how I die within her body's press.
Possess me then, and harrow all my flesh.
And give to me this death
again, again, again.
#lust
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2020 7:12pm
6th Apr 2020 7:12pm
Kiss
She turns and bares her neck to me.
She wants, she says,
my tapered tongue to glide,
my mouth to kiss,
a pulsing warmth along the length of it,
to shiver her and make her breasts
come hard alive and ready for my touch.
She shall not be deprived of this,
her aching wish.
She shall be shivered well,
and shivered much.
She wants, she says,
my tapered tongue to glide,
my mouth to kiss,
a pulsing warmth along the length of it,
to shiver her and make her breasts
come hard alive and ready for my touch.
She shall not be deprived of this,
her aching wish.
She shall be shivered well,
and shivered much.
#erotic
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Apr 2020 9:37pm
5th Apr 2020 9:37pm
night
Let us taste as quickly as we can
the night's cool flesh
and press it wildly up against our skin.
A twilight such as this,
with all the earth now swaddled in
a star sung lullaby,
and evening's black pulse rushing
through the sky,
may never come again.
the night's cool flesh
and press it wildly up against our skin.
A twilight such as this,
with all the earth now swaddled in
a star sung lullaby,
and evening's black pulse rushing
through the sky,
may never come again.
#lust
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Apr 2020 8:19pm
4th Apr 2020 8:19pm
Fire eyes
You thief!
I see your fire eyes!
I see them
and I cannot breathe.
The sun grows dim.
For now
within my world
there are no other lights
but these.
I see your fire eyes!
I see them
and I cannot breathe.
The sun grows dim.
For now
within my world
there are no other lights
but these.
#lust
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2020 4:25pm
1st Apr 2020 4:25pm
On J-Z's "From Hands to Hands"
Let’s note:
There’s not, as there should be,
if this supposedly God centered piece of yours
can claim the name of poetry,
a hint of music
sounding out in what you wrote.
There’s nothing here except the incoherency
and pious, preachy platitudes you’re noted for;
no, nothing that would leave a reader
much enchanted,
filled with awe at your capacity for artistry,
at your command of lyrical phraseology,
or struck and magicked by
just how you captured an experience so well
that he or she
was...
There’s not, as there should be,
if this supposedly God centered piece of yours
can claim the name of poetry,
a hint of music
sounding out in what you wrote.
There’s nothing here except the incoherency
and pious, preachy platitudes you’re noted for;
no, nothing that would leave a reader
much enchanted,
filled with awe at your capacity for artistry,
at your command of lyrical phraseology,
or struck and magicked by
just how you captured an experience so well
that he or she
was...
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2020 8:55pm
30th Mar 2020 8:55pm
My hope for J-Z
One of these days
you might admit
the way you write
just isn’t fit
for bringing wonder
to the world;
admit that in your strange
insistence that
a writing must be jacketed
within a line trussed up
(not always well)
in stilted measurements,
but need not be concerned
with lyrical felicity
with metaphor and simile,
or any of the elements
that are the bare necessities
if one is ever to produce
some tantalizing verse
is wrong
and come to know
your writings...
you might admit
the way you write
just isn’t fit
for bringing wonder
to the world;
admit that in your strange
insistence that
a writing must be jacketed
within a line trussed up
(not always well)
in stilted measurements,
but need not be concerned
with lyrical felicity
with metaphor and simile,
or any of the elements
that are the bare necessities
if one is ever to produce
some tantalizing verse
is wrong
and come to know
your writings...
#WritingPoetry
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2020 5:03pm
29th Mar 2020 5:03pm
That isn't proof
I eat some bread and drink some wine
over which a priest took time
to speak some magic words,
to render consecrate.
But do these ordinary things
now have a teaching voice
as someone has now claimed?
Well, if they do,
it’s only in my mind.
And if I hear them speak to me
how does this prove
a Jewish man’s divinity?
I’ve heard a lilting voice
that sounded out from trees
and towered bells in rain
that brought more than once
down to my knees,
transcendence swelling there
beyond...
over which a priest took time
to speak some magic words,
to render consecrate.
But do these ordinary things
now have a teaching voice
as someone has now claimed?
Well, if they do,
it’s only in my mind.
And if I hear them speak to me
how does this prove
a Jewish man’s divinity?
I’ve heard a lilting voice
that sounded out from trees
and towered bells in rain
that brought more than once
down to my knees,
transcendence swelling there
beyond...
#religion
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2020 3:03pm
26th Mar 2020 3:03pm
another on J-Z
How tiring for J-Z
to be (as he presents himself
with constancy) one of the few,
if not the only man,
within the fallen world who’s pure,
and who alone has eyes to see
how always selfishly, in sin,
and moved by seething greed,
his fellow humans act.
And there’s his claim
(implicit as it is)
that he is gifted, so unlike
his kith and kin or any other member
of mankind, to ken, to know,
what’s truly on God’s mind.
Poor you, you over-burdened,
much beleaguered Syrian!
to be (as he presents himself
with constancy) one of the few,
if not the only man,
within the fallen world who’s pure,
and who alone has eyes to see
how always selfishly, in sin,
and moved by seething greed,
his fellow humans act.
And there’s his claim
(implicit as it is)
that he is gifted, so unlike
his kith and kin or any other member
of mankind, to ken, to know,
what’s truly on God’s mind.
Poor you, you over-burdened,
much beleaguered Syrian!
#LifeAsAWriter
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Mar 2020 9:11pm
25th Mar 2020 9:11pm
Sin?
I sinned with her.
But I confess:
when she, with hunger,
worshiped me
with mouth and hands
and rising breasts
with all her body’s liquid heat
and said so breathlessly
“Oh, you’re the best!”,
within the climax of
that moment where time-stopped
and she cried out “oh God!,
Oh God, yes, yes!”,
I was, I swear,
by heaven blessed!
But I confess:
when she, with hunger,
worshiped me
with mouth and hands
and rising breasts
with all her body’s liquid heat
and said so breathlessly
“Oh, you’re the best!”,
within the climax of
that moment where time-stopped
and she cried out “oh God!,
Oh God, yes, yes!”,
I was, I swear,
by heaven blessed!
#lust
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2020 6:50pm
25th Mar 2020 6:50pm
Chastity
Among the things for which Augustine prayed
stood Chastity up high within the set.
But know you, too,
that when he worded out his avid plea to God
about the time
he hoped this virtue might be given him,
he added a “not yet”.
stood Chastity up high within the set.
But know you, too,
that when he worded out his avid plea to God
about the time
he hoped this virtue might be given him,
he added a “not yet”.
#sensual
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2020 3:43pm
23rd Mar 2020 3:43pm
Culprit Moon
Culprit moon!
How much you made me fall in love.
It was when we were splayed
beneath your argent light
that I
first took my fleshed delight in her.
And she, since then,
when ever you arise to
grace and course
and whisper through the darkened skies,
conspires with you
to make me wish
to sin with her
again upon again.
How much you made me fall in love.
It was when we were splayed
beneath your argent light
that I
first took my fleshed delight in her.
And she, since then,
when ever you arise to
grace and course
and whisper through the darkened skies,
conspires with you
to make me wish
to sin with her
again upon again.
#lust
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2020 1:14pm
23rd Mar 2020 1:14pm
pale moon
I lie awake to note
with something close to wonder
just how
the moon tonight is wafer-thin
but still has light
that’s bright enough
to silver all the sleepy mystery
that is my lover’s body.
with something close to wonder
just how
the moon tonight is wafer-thin
but still has light
that’s bright enough
to silver all the sleepy mystery
that is my lover’s body.
#moon
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