Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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
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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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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2022 7:57pm
24th Dec 2022 7:57pm
I know there were no angels then
My Annual Christmas poem:
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
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2022 3:26pm
23rd Dec 2022 3:26pm
What Did the Angel Proclaim?
What tidings did the angel give
to Shepherds tending flocks
upon the sleepy hills near Bethlehem?
I note the Gospel does NOT say
that there was born
a babe intent to give them life
beyond the grave.
The context of this story
makes it plain
it was that this small swaddled one
would be a “David’s” son
who’d save God’s people, Israel
from the enslavement
and the depredations,
the taxations and the insults
that they’d known while under
Rome’s Imperium.
For, after all, it cannot be
denied ...
to Shepherds tending flocks
upon the sleepy hills near Bethlehem?
I note the Gospel does NOT say
that there was born
a babe intent to give them life
beyond the grave.
The context of this story
makes it plain
it was that this small swaddled one
would be a “David’s” son
who’d save God’s people, Israel
from the enslavement
and the depredations,
the taxations and the insults
that they’d known while under
Rome’s Imperium.
For, after all, it cannot be
denied ...
#Christmas
#PopCulture
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Dec 2022 6:01pm
21st Dec 2022 6:01pm
Wreathing
As I would stroke
with feathered gentleness
your hair
so I would fingertip
your waiting skin
in hopes
that you would tremble at my touch
and wish
for me to wreath your flesh
in bliss.
with feathered gentleness
your hair
so I would fingertip
your waiting skin
in hopes
that you would tremble at my touch
and wish
for me to wreath your flesh
in bliss.
#passion
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Dec 2022 1:49pm
18th Dec 2022 1:49pm
veni, veni
I’m told
that once upon a midnight time
the host of heaven deigned
to breach the starless sky
to sing a gloried hymn
that marked with joy a tiding
of great consequence
and for a moment
all that lay
upon the hills 'round Bethlehem
seemed wreathed within a light
miraculous
not seen before or since
by women or by men.
And now we wait, we wait
with veni, veni on our lips
for it, assuming that the story's true
to grace us once again.
that once upon a midnight time
the host of heaven deigned
to breach the starless sky
to sing a gloried hymn
that marked with joy a tiding
of great consequence
and for a moment
all that lay
upon the hills 'round Bethlehem
seemed wreathed within a light
miraculous
not seen before or since
by women or by men.
And now we wait, we wait
with veni, veni on our lips
for it, assuming that the story's true
to grace us once again.
#Christmas
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Dec 2022 7:39pm
16th Dec 2022 7:39pm
The Necessity of Rhyme
"Milton wrote verse
and was so full of hope to please."
My dear J-Z,
I wonder if you know
your hero Milton held
that poets who, like you,
believed that for a writing to be poetry
its lines must be
set out with rhymes
were talentless
and only, in their efforts to put down
entrancing words upon a page
showed themselves to be
dilettantes and jangelers
who had no grasp of how it was
that one achieved poetic art
since rhymes,
he said, were the invention of
a...
and was so full of hope to please."
My dear J-Z,
I wonder if you know
your hero Milton held
that poets who, like you,
believed that for a writing to be poetry
its lines must be
set out with rhymes
were talentless
and only, in their efforts to put down
entrancing words upon a page
showed themselves to be
dilettantes and jangelers
who had no grasp of how it was
that one achieved poetic art
since rhymes,
he said, were the invention of
a...
#WritingPoetry
#PopCulture
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Dec 2022 1:35pm
15th Dec 2022 1:35pm
Desire
She gave to me the gift
of touch.
She taught me much about
the adoration flesh deserves.
But then the fates
determined we’d be set apart
by circumstance.
And I, since then,
have known
a hunger that remains
unsatisfied.
of touch.
She taught me much about
the adoration flesh deserves.
But then the fates
determined we’d be set apart
by circumstance.
And I, since then,
have known
a hunger that remains
unsatisfied.
#passion
#PopCulture
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17 Comments
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