Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2020 4:31pm
22nd Mar 2020 4:31pm
age
I saw today
an older couple sitting on
a lakeside bench.
These two
(of more than middle age)
began
a small togethering
by touching hands
as if they were again
in courting days.
And I sensed then
from noting how
they sighed
and in a sleepy pleasure
closed their eyes
that suddenly
their tiring world,
weighed down by years,
and often felt as drained and dry,
was made for them,
and them alone,
renewed.
an older couple sitting on
a lakeside bench.
These two
(of more than middle age)
began
a small togethering
by touching hands
as if they were again
in courting days.
And I sensed then
from noting how
they sighed
and in a sleepy pleasure
closed their eyes
that suddenly
their tiring world,
weighed down by years,
and often felt as drained and dry,
was made for them,
and them alone,
renewed.
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2020 1:29pm
21st Mar 2020 1:29pm
A Challenge to J-Z
I wonder if you’re capable of writing verse
that’s not about calamity
or man’s “bright” Gnostic otherworldly destiny,
or how men are depraved, like beasts,
unsaved, unsave-able and jealous, full of
damning lusts,
or just how much you love the lord
and see in him relief, release,
from this world’s misery?
Can you post, instead, a gentled exploration of
the subtitles of love
with cunning vibrant words,
not heavy-handed ones,
as is your wont,
that show, not tell,
through simile and metaphor
and...
that’s not about calamity
or man’s “bright” Gnostic otherworldly destiny,
or how men are depraved, like beasts,
unsaved, unsave-able and jealous, full of
damning lusts,
or just how much you love the lord
and see in him relief, release,
from this world’s misery?
Can you post, instead, a gentled exploration of
the subtitles of love
with cunning vibrant words,
not heavy-handed ones,
as is your wont,
that show, not tell,
through simile and metaphor
and...
#WritingPoetry
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Mar 2020 9:27pm
20th Mar 2020 9:27pm
Her laugh
Her laugh
arcs out upon the world
a magicked music glittering
and set to burnish air,
its conjurings, its lulling,
breath depriving art,
like sirens’ song,
a soft implacability,
unfair
to my resolve to
keep in my old age
a guarding 'round my heart.
arcs out upon the world
a magicked music glittering
and set to burnish air,
its conjurings, its lulling,
breath depriving art,
like sirens’ song,
a soft implacability,
unfair
to my resolve to
keep in my old age
a guarding 'round my heart.
#romantic
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2020 2:41pm
20th Mar 2020 2:41pm
Why Remorse?
Did you know
my heart
(a thing that god begat)
has blinkered eyes?
It’s not a lie.
But I’ll admit
that saying so (especially
when looking at a bloodied ram)
is passing strange.
Am I deranged or even damned?
Perhaps.
But let me see
how often I
(and artlessly?)
can speak of “heart”
within some verse
in which I claim
nonsensically
I’m trying to avoid
remorse
for things for which
I can’t be blamed.
So even I
have cause to ask
"oh what's the...
my heart
(a thing that god begat)
has blinkered eyes?
It’s not a lie.
But I’ll admit
that saying so (especially
when looking at a bloodied ram)
is passing strange.
Am I deranged or even damned?
Perhaps.
But let me see
how often I
(and artlessly?)
can speak of “heart”
within some verse
in which I claim
nonsensically
I’m trying to avoid
remorse
for things for which
I can’t be blamed.
So even I
have cause to ask
"oh what's the...
#regret
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2020 2:10pm
19th Mar 2020 2:10pm
Moths to Flame
It simply isn’t true
as one, through ruptured syntax, claimed,
that every moth’s intent
when drawn unto
a siren source of light
is then to end its life.
It has no such desire
for suicide.
And if it suffers winged demise
like Icarus in coming far
too close to flame,
it surely was,
because of little strength or brain,
an accident.
as one, through ruptured syntax, claimed,
that every moth’s intent
when drawn unto
a siren source of light
is then to end its life.
It has no such desire
for suicide.
And if it suffers winged demise
like Icarus in coming far
too close to flame,
it surely was,
because of little strength or brain,
an accident.
#lust
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2020 12:53pm
18th Mar 2020 12:53pm
Another Ditty
Here’s something
that amuses me
about the way
my woman’s come to be:
So stubborn in her language sways
is she,
convinced, convicted
that she’s always right
to boil
when syntax gaffes
are on display,
that I am bound to say
there’s little doubt
concerning just how free,
not faint,
she’ll feel
to post without restraint
corrections of
the grammar God employs
within his text
on sinners and on saints
that’s meant
for judgment day.
that amuses me
about the way
my woman’s come to be:
So stubborn in her language sways
is she,
convinced, convicted
that she’s always right
to boil
when syntax gaffes
are on display,
that I am bound to say
there’s little doubt
concerning just how free,
not faint,
she’ll feel
to post without restraint
corrections of
the grammar God employs
within his text
on sinners and on saints
that’s meant
for judgment day.
#WritingPoetry
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