Category Archives: Poetry

I Was the Messenger! Tuesday, October 4, 1955. Eighth grade class. Early afternoon.None of the boys paid attentionto the teacher. The seventh gameof the World Series at Yankee Stadiumwas on TV and we were sitting in classin a cloud of … Continue reading →

New Book Just published on Amazon. $12 for the paperback. No eBook yet. These are my ancestors who lived near Charlottesville, Virginia, before the Civil War.

What Kind of God? Hebrews 2:14-18 The gods consume nectar and ambrosia on Olympusand amuse themselves by looking down on usdispassionately. Cool detachment is a sardonic business.Hellenism insists we see things as they are.For right thinking, the body and its … Continue reading →

Inspired by Scripture

A Pinwheeling Leaf Now for sale in paperback. The blurb is out of date. The book has 99 poems.

[tanka] a bee swarm of duckslifts off from the wetlands,then forms a V…what kind of no-mindmakes them do that?

Perfume Christmas was coming.I walked into J.J. Newberry,the five and dime on Huntington Drive,and approached the perfume counter.The saleslady could seeI didn’t have a lot to work with.She tried to fit quality to my budgetby showing me a tiny containerof … Continue reading →

Abraham’s Bargain Genesis 18:16-32 The Lord is angry. I ask the Lord,“Will you sweep away the righteous with the wicked?If you are just, would that be fair?” I stand before the Lord and ask,“If fifty are righteous, will all be … Continue reading →

Announcement I uploaded three of my poetry eBooks to Amazon this week. Go to Amazon.com and select Books. In the search engine, do this: (a) Type “Bud and Mary Baldwin”, (b) Type “Inspired by Scripture Baldwin”, or (c) Type “A … Continue reading →

On the Bridge Hebrews 4:12-16 The word of the Lord is an oscillating dialogof course-corrections from the officer of the deck to the helmsmanas the helmsman utters “Aye,” repeats the command,and turns the helm and tiller to the new heading. … Continue reading →

Cigars Cigars evoke the stadium.Whenever I catch the driftof a great cigar, I revisit the Coliseumwhere you and Iwould cheer the darkest teamIn white America.The tunnels reeked of smoke,cigars especially;today I miss the stench. Cigars evoke for meour best of … Continue reading →

Now That I Am Dead After reading “Evening Land” by Pär Lagerkvist As I stooped through the low portal of death,I saw my human fateemptied out into a lethe. Life’s luggage of love and hatewas left behind the wall;the gardener … Continue reading →

[haiku] nightfalla cricket aria,then the chorus