Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Feb 2024 1:16pm
10th Feb 2024 1:16pm
A year's gone by
Almost a year’s gone by
and I am yet,
against my will,
a shaken reed,
un-stilled
and ever drained,
and drear,
a hollowed thing,
laid sere and grieved and low
by unrelenting need.
I thought that I was stronger
for my years,
and that by now
I’d know relief
from emptiness
and grief
that’s centered in the loss of you..
But this, I see,
is such
a self-deceiving lie.
and I am yet,
against my will,
a shaken reed,
un-stilled
and ever drained,
and drear,
a hollowed thing,
laid sere and grieved and low
by unrelenting need.
I thought that I was stronger
for my years,
and that by now
I’d know relief
from emptiness
and grief
that’s centered in the loss of you..
But this, I see,
is such
a self-deceiving lie.
#breakup
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2024 1:52pm
8th Feb 2024 1:52pm
You think yourself a poet
You think yourself a poet, yes?
Then let me see from you
your aptitude,
and your agility
to capture with the way you write
a woman’s love,
a woman’s fire
how you have power now
to bind it hapless, helpless, close to you,
with words --
this wild, defiant thing
this thing that can’t be stilled or ruled
this thing that rages far
beyond the confines of a page,
this thing that loosens minds
and leaves a wake of trembling
deep inside her limbs..
Man up.
And show me that you really know ...
Then let me see from you
your aptitude,
and your agility
to capture with the way you write
a woman’s love,
a woman’s fire
how you have power now
to bind it hapless, helpless, close to you,
with words --
this wild, defiant thing
this thing that can’t be stilled or ruled
this thing that rages far
beyond the confines of a page,
this thing that loosens minds
and leaves a wake of trembling
deep inside her limbs..
Man up.
And show me that you really know ...
#WritingPoetry
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jan 2024 8:27pm
21st Jan 2024 8:27pm
once more
A warm light
shines upon my open bed
yet how my not-so-avid lover says again
not now, not now, not now.
shines upon my open bed
yet how my not-so-avid lover says again
not now, not now, not now.
#frustration
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2024 3:46pm
17th Jan 2024 3:46pm
Does God Send People to Eternal Fire
Do you assert
there is a god above
who rules mankind
with grace, benevolence
and yet is by his nature bent,
intent,
to send
upon their death
and out of pique,
all those who have
in enmity
rejected him
into a realm of infinite
and endless pain,
a horrid punishment,
that lasts implacably
for all eternity?
.
And if you do,
then is the claim
that Jesus (and Paul, too) have made
that God is one who loves
not just his friends
but also all his enemies
a lie?
there is a god above
who rules mankind
with grace, benevolence
and yet is by his nature bent,
intent,
to send
upon their death
and out of pique,
all those who have
in enmity
rejected him
into a realm of infinite
and endless pain,
a horrid punishment,
that lasts implacably
for all eternity?
.
And if you do,
then is the claim
that Jesus (and Paul, too) have made
that God is one who loves
not just his friends
but also all his enemies
a lie?
#anger
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jan 2024 6:49pm
9th Jan 2024 6:49pm
Insignificant
These days
I’m often swayed
and overcome by what appears
to be the sorrowed fact
that I’ve become,
been made,
within the memory
of her who was
before she turned away
the centering, the flame
of all my Oxford days
and others since
who uttered once
their ardent bright,
desire-filled words to me
until another lover
crossed their path,
an unimportant shade
regarded now within
their recollections of
the quickened moments in their history
as someone wholly...
I’m often swayed
and overcome by what appears
to be the sorrowed fact
that I’ve become,
been made,
within the memory
of her who was
before she turned away
the centering, the flame
of all my Oxford days
and others since
who uttered once
their ardent bright,
desire-filled words to me
until another lover
crossed their path,
an unimportant shade
regarded now within
their recollections of
the quickened moments in their history
as someone wholly...
#grief
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2024 6:45pm
6th Jan 2024 6:45pm
Epiphany
How dare we ever lift our heads again,
proclaiming we are wise?
How dare we raise our guilty hands
to seek to touch, to hold, the ones we love?
We rovers shall not ever rove again contentedly
or think, as we once did, like fools,
that stars lead on to happy destinies.
No distant compass point shall be our aim
since, after what we caused in this small citadel
outside Jerusalem where Rachel weeps,
all roadways of the world
will always bring us here again.
To blood.
Our sense of our nobility, of sacred...
proclaiming we are wise?
How dare we raise our guilty hands
to seek to touch, to hold, the ones we love?
We rovers shall not ever rove again contentedly
or think, as we once did, like fools,
that stars lead on to happy destinies.
No distant compass point shall be our aim
since, after what we caused in this small citadel
outside Jerusalem where Rachel weeps,
all roadways of the world
will always bring us here again.
To blood.
Our sense of our nobility, of sacred...
#regret
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2023 5:11pm
28th Dec 2023 5:11pm
Mary
Mary did not weep or know distress
bur sang a song of joy
just after she was told
in Gabriel's address
she’d quicken soon
because she’d be
by spirit and by overshading power won
and give birth to in nine month’s time
the Most High’s holy son.
She did not feel thereby
herself undone
or that her “yes” to Gabriel
was costly or against her will
constrained.
Instead, she praised the Lord
with ringing words, refrains,
that signaled she was raptured,
pleased,
to be the...
bur sang a song of joy
just after she was told
in Gabriel's address
she’d quicken soon
because she’d be
by spirit and by overshading power won
and give birth to in nine month’s time
the Most High’s holy son.
She did not feel thereby
herself undone
or that her “yes” to Gabriel
was costly or against her will
constrained.
Instead, she praised the Lord
with ringing words, refrains,
that signaled she was raptured,
pleased,
to be the...
#Christian
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Dec 2023 4:48pm
25th Dec 2023 4:48pm
Christmas
The dawn breaks
the swaddled child awakes
His mother wonders
as he cries for milk
if it is true and will be known
that this small squalling one
will certainly
as was so suddenly
proclaimed to her
some months ago
by an angelic messenger
who knows God’s strength
become the scion who
inherits David's throne
and if it’s so
that heaven’s firmly joined
to earth
by an adulterated birth.
the swaddled child awakes
His mother wonders
as he cries for milk
if it is true and will be known
that this small squalling one
will certainly
as was so suddenly
proclaimed to her
some months ago
by an angelic messenger
who knows God’s strength
become the scion who
inherits David's throne
and if it’s so
that heaven’s firmly joined
to earth
by an adulterated birth.
#Christmas
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2023 4:18pm
8th Dec 2023 4:18pm
At the Nativity
I spoke quite softly then to Miriam,
but she was crying out against
her labour pains.
And so she took no note
of what I, her husband, said,
though it was couched in love.
She only heard the gilded choruses
of angels singing high above our heads
and all the hillside echoes
of their “fear not” filled refrains.
but she was crying out against
her labour pains.
And so she took no note
of what I, her husband, said,
though it was couched in love.
She only heard the gilded choruses
of angels singing high above our heads
and all the hillside echoes
of their “fear not” filled refrains.
#Christmas
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2023 4:41pm
3rd Dec 2023 4:41pm
Hope
Shall I go out again
on Christmas eve
to stand upon the nearby hill
and pray to hear what once occurred
near Bethlehem
occur once more:
a host of heaven’s messengers
in purposed travel from afar
intent to breach the barrier
between the starry realm above
and all the bonds of earth
sing chorused wonders to the world
of God’s redemptive love?
I’ve trod this way before
when I was young
(and several times since then)
and fervently looked up,
so locked in hope
to see a gloried...
on Christmas eve
to stand upon the nearby hill
and pray to hear what once occurred
near Bethlehem
occur once more:
a host of heaven’s messengers
in purposed travel from afar
intent to breach the barrier
between the starry realm above
and all the bonds of earth
sing chorused wonders to the world
of God’s redemptive love?
I’ve trod this way before
when I was young
(and several times since then)
and fervently looked up,
so locked in hope
to see a gloried...
#Christmas
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2023 10:36pm
16th Oct 2023 10:36pm
A Man You Ought to Love
The Buddha’s known
as “the compassionate”.
But why?
For this::
Not only did he see
with overwhelming empathy
Man’s dire need to be
released from fated suffering
but kindly taught “him” how
this could be done
successfully.
and thereby caused
his being praised,
extolled, and justly so,
by high and low
as one
who was (and is)
deserving to be loved.
as “the compassionate”.
But why?
For this::
Not only did he see
with overwhelming empathy
Man’s dire need to be
released from fated suffering
but kindly taught “him” how
this could be done
successfully.
and thereby caused
his being praised,
extolled, and justly so,
by high and low
as one
who was (and is)
deserving to be loved.
#desert
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Oct 2023 3:02pm
10th Oct 2023 3:02pm
Strength
I wonder if it’s true
that thoughtful persons are surprised
when seeing that
the nature of a brawny man
is kindliness.
I think they know, surmise,
what’s plainly evident
to anyone who's wise
that having muscles
does not circumvent
possession of
the kind of heart
that is from birth disposed
intent
to show the weak
benignity, benevolence.
that thoughtful persons are surprised
when seeing that
the nature of a brawny man
is kindliness.
I think they know, surmise,
what’s plainly evident
to anyone who's wise
that having muscles
does not circumvent
possession of
the kind of heart
that is from birth disposed
intent
to show the weak
benignity, benevolence.
#strength
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