Submissions by Baldwin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2023 3:55pm
14th Feb 2023 3:55pm
Your evaluation, please
Those here who read the verse
I post to DUP,
please tell me if you do agree
with statements often made
by old J-Z
that it's a fact
that what I write’s not poetry
but prose.
Will you suppose and mark it to be true
that his so fulsome designation of my work
is sound,
land that its ground's
an educated, well-trained sense
and knowledge of
just what it is
that does and does not lie within
the boundaries of prosody?
Or on the contrary,
is what he so explicitly...
I post to DUP,
please tell me if you do agree
with statements often made
by old J-Z
that it's a fact
that what I write’s not poetry
but prose.
Will you suppose and mark it to be true
that his so fulsome designation of my work
is sound,
land that its ground's
an educated, well-trained sense
and knowledge of
just what it is
that does and does not lie within
the boundaries of prosody?
Or on the contrary,
is what he so explicitly...
#WritingPoetry
#PopCulture
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14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2023 6:11pm
12th Feb 2023 6:11pm
Will One Be Happy In A Ghostly Realm?
What will keep the spark of love
one knew on earth
alive
when one is bodiless
and “lives” without an end to time
within a realm of ghosts?
Is it not sure
that boredom with one’s mate
whom one, deprived of eyes
and hands and the facilities
of flesh,
has no ability to see
or touch or kiss
will then eventually
set in
and ennui too
will fill up full
the fabric of one’s never-ending “days”?
one knew on earth
alive
when one is bodiless
and “lives” without an end to time
within a realm of ghosts?
Is it not sure
that boredom with one’s mate
whom one, deprived of eyes
and hands and the facilities
of flesh,
has no ability to see
or touch or kiss
will then eventually
set in
and ennui too
will fill up full
the fabric of one’s never-ending “days”?
#heaven
#PopCulture
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6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2023 1:15pm
12th Feb 2023 1:15pm
After Thomas Wyatt
And wilt thou hold my heart
within thy hands so callously
as if a thing despised?
Say nay, say nay to this cruel enterprise
to save thee from disgrace
when thou art famed,
because of thy poor use of me,
for obloquy. Say nay.
And wilt thou hold my heart
less dear than I, with bright esteem,
hold yours? Less dear than
all the breath that gives thee life,
the breath that I would give to thee
should nature 'spire to leave
thee gasping, breath deprived?
Say nay. Say nay.
And wilt thou...
within thy hands so callously
as if a thing despised?
Say nay, say nay to this cruel enterprise
to save thee from disgrace
when thou art famed,
because of thy poor use of me,
for obloquy. Say nay.
And wilt thou hold my heart
less dear than I, with bright esteem,
hold yours? Less dear than
all the breath that gives thee life,
the breath that I would give to thee
should nature 'spire to leave
thee gasping, breath deprived?
Say nay. Say nay.
And wilt thou...
#FallingInLove
#PopCulture
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3 Comments
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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0 Comments
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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1 Comment
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
407 reads
13 Comments
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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0 Comments
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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2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Dec 2022 2:05pm
25th Dec 2022 2:05pm
Angel
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/joachims-dream-giotto-detail-scrovegni-chapel-padua-italy--339458890636217264/
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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3 Comments
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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0 Comments
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
140 reads
9 Comments
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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