Submissions by goldenmyst
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"My muse changes clothes at the drop of a hat" Goldenmyst, 59 years old, lives in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The poet and author believe, “Love blossoms even within the walls of a madhouse in hearts yearning to be free.”
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2025 11:59pm
3rd Feb 2025 11:59pm
Beltane blues on a winter’s day haiku
Beltane blues on a winter’s day haiku
pink blush
of her sunset cheeks
glow of youth
hidden
in her turtle neck sweater
golden hills of Eden
path of palms
for her evening stroll
heavenly parade
scent
of mown grass
she gathers her skirt
her masala dish
dazzles my taste buds
she winks
the pleats
of her windblown skirt
naked summer
pink blush
of her sunset cheeks
glow of youth
hidden
in her turtle neck sweater
golden hills of Eden
path of palms
for her evening stroll
heavenly parade
scent
of mown grass
she gathers her skirt
her masala dish
dazzles my taste buds
she winks
the pleats
of her windblown skirt
naked summer
#beauty
#haiku
#sensual
#summer
#women
54 reads
6 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
Sonja at 18
Sonja at 18
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
#romantic
#sensual
64 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2025 6:41am
29th Jan 2025 6:41am
Plastic Jesus
Plastic Jesus
The Lethe magic of
a blue spandex swirl
of bicycle shorts
Clothes the articles
Of her Declaration of Independence
From the torrential male reign
Of hurricane force designs
On her surrogate womb
For your thermonuclear embryos
Spun into mossy opium dream
Begat by prophetic voices yearning to be heard
By cloven tongued evangelists of Golgotha ...
The Lethe magic of
a blue spandex swirl
of bicycle shorts
Clothes the articles
Of her Declaration of Independence
From the torrential male reign
Of hurricane force designs
On her surrogate womb
For your thermonuclear embryos
Spun into mossy opium dream
Begat by prophetic voices yearning to be heard
By cloven tongued evangelists of Golgotha ...
#apocalypse
#lust
#religion
#sex
#women
77 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2025 4:27am
29th Jan 2025 4:27am
Daydreams of a Barista
Daydreams of a Barista
Her mischievous smirk
Is a rosebud of lipstick
That she ties in a ribbon
Like a Valentine’s gift
For secret admirers
But the dark loam
Of her forest dreams
Are spun into mossy opium
When the aroma of cappuccino
Steams her into the heart of a coffee flower
And she blossoms like a note
Suspended in a Debussy dream
As her perennial rose
Is a syrinx in the nocturne of love
When her unquenchable fire
For the rich pageant of fabled lore
Turns into the magic of...
Her mischievous smirk
Is a rosebud of lipstick
That she ties in a ribbon
Like a Valentine’s gift
For secret admirers
But the dark loam
Of her forest dreams
Are spun into mossy opium
When the aroma of cappuccino
Steams her into the heart of a coffee flower
And she blossoms like a note
Suspended in a Debussy dream
As her perennial rose
Is a syrinx in the nocturne of love
When her unquenchable fire
For the rich pageant of fabled lore
Turns into the magic of...
#coffee
#magic
#mythology
#sensual
#women
68 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2025 4:45am
22nd Jan 2025 4:45am
Four for the Road
Four for the Road
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
#city
#desert
#memories
#spiritual
#travel
58 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2025 9:40am
21st Jan 2025 9:40am
The Unfolding
The Unfolding
Reclined in Baroque splendor
On her back
Upon Jung’s red velvet divan
Stilettos lifted to heaven
Her All Hallows gossamer is a black rose
In the midnight pool of satin
Of her cocktail dress, gold sashed at the waist
That she wears so, her skin can breathe
When his questions make her sweat
And her makeup just makes it worse
But she would feel naked without it
When she confesses that in her dreams
She is the film noir archetype
Of Dietrich in...
Reclined in Baroque splendor
On her back
Upon Jung’s red velvet divan
Stilettos lifted to heaven
Her All Hallows gossamer is a black rose
In the midnight pool of satin
Of her cocktail dress, gold sashed at the waist
That she wears so, her skin can breathe
When his questions make her sweat
And her makeup just makes it worse
But she would feel naked without it
When she confesses that in her dreams
She is the film noir archetype
Of Dietrich in...
#beauty
#MentalHealth
#seductive
#sensual
#women
84 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2025 4:02am
20th Jan 2025 4:02am
A Flowering of Compassion - Rewrite
A Flowering of Compassion
She is the red glow
Of a silk lantern
Lettered by the Chinese heart glyph
That is the shadow language of her soul
Each salt-crystal in the saline drops
Of her tears
Is a flower of compassion
For sentient suffering
Afloat on the fragrance
Of her river
My heart is adrift in the Patchouli
Of her midnight sachet
She is the red glow
Of a silk lantern
Lettered by the Chinese heart glyph
That is the shadow language of her soul
Each salt-crystal in the saline drops
Of her tears
Is a flower of compassion
For sentient suffering
Afloat on the fragrance
Of her river
My heart is adrift in the Patchouli
Of her midnight sachet
#beauty
#love
#sensual
#spiritual
#women
89 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2025 4:58am
17th Jan 2025 4:58am
Sparks and Embers
Sparks and Embers
She is the torchlight
Reflected in the eyes of a Valkyrie
When midnight moonlight
Shimmers in the pleats
Of her Stygian skirt
Like the dance of hearth flames
Unsheathed
In the naked starlight
She flickers
Like the fiery scimitar
Wielded by the angel
At the portals of Eden
She is the dream
Of a lonely wolf
That knows the soul
Of jasmine burning
With the fragrance
Of her lupine heart
She is the torchlight
Reflected in the eyes of a Valkyrie
When midnight moonlight
Shimmers in the pleats
Of her Stygian skirt
Like the dance of hearth flames
Unsheathed
In the naked starlight
She flickers
Like the fiery scimitar
Wielded by the angel
At the portals of Eden
She is the dream
Of a lonely wolf
That knows the soul
Of jasmine burning
With the fragrance
Of her lupine heart
#beauty
#coffee
#night
#sensual
#women
84 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2025 00:26am
16th Jan 2025 00:26am
Peppermint Hostess
Peppermint Hostess
Peppermint hostess
From the realm of the three heavens
Eclipses my sun king
With denim fire
Her eyes are the green of rice paddies
Below the misty panda mountains of Guilin
Where turtle doves coo
In her Oriental soul
She is the dream of a silkworm
Spun in the silence of a heart
That has known the fragrance of tears
On a ghost moon night
Peppermint hostess
From the realm of the three heavens
Eclipses my sun king
With denim fire
Her eyes are the green of rice paddies
Below the misty panda mountains of Guilin
Where turtle doves coo
In her Oriental soul
She is the dream of a silkworm
Spun in the silence of a heart
That has known the fragrance of tears
On a ghost moon night
#beauty
#moon
#silence
#tea
#women
73 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2025 11:30pm
14th Jan 2025 11:30pm
Earth Navel
Earth Navel
She is the navel of the world
Who imbibes the silent sunshine
Of a golden autumn forest of light
That glimmers in the mirror pools
Of her eyes
That see into the heart of nature
And she grows like the tree rings
Of an ancient oak
That remembers the thirsty years
She is the mystery of Gaia
Whose lungs breathe the aeolian breeze
She drinks the quiet sunlight
Like a maple leaf
Pining for summer
When dusk dreams settle
In the chambers of her soul
Where the bird of paradise slumbers ...
She is the navel of the world
Who imbibes the silent sunshine
Of a golden autumn forest of light
That glimmers in the mirror pools
Of her eyes
That see into the heart of nature
And she grows like the tree rings
Of an ancient oak
That remembers the thirsty years
She is the mystery of Gaia
Whose lungs breathe the aeolian breeze
She drinks the quiet sunlight
Like a maple leaf
Pining for summer
When dusk dreams settle
In the chambers of her soul
Where the bird of paradise slumbers ...
#earth
#forest
#nature
#spiritual
#women
72 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2025 8:38am
14th Jan 2025 8:38am
Queen of Darkness
Queen of Darkness
She is the angel
Guarding the gates of her Eden
Wielding a flaming sword
Wounded but never conquered
She is friend to the serpent
In whose lair she sleeps
And the spider whose webs
Are the art that decorate her eaves
She wears her lipstick feminism
While peering through glasses
With lens made of the crystal fury
Of Bloody Mary’s cocktail glass
She is the angel
Guarding the gates of her Eden
Wielding a flaming sword
Wounded but never conquered
She is friend to the serpent
In whose lair she sleeps
And the spider whose webs
Are the art that decorate her eaves
She wears her lipstick feminism
While peering through glasses
With lens made of the crystal fury
Of Bloody Mary’s cocktail glass
#angels
#feminism
#gothic
#nature
#women
79 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jan 2025 2:30am
13th Jan 2025 2:30am
Raven Song
Raven Song
Dragon blood runs in her veins
She is the daughter of the Stonehenge night
With eyes that see the colors of the wind
When black rainbows sing her soul to sleep
On nights when her dreams are painted red
Like Arcturus that guides sailors
In the sea of her sleeping mind
Ghosts of people long gone
In the naked light of a moon
As pale as Annabel Lee
With her peignoir parted to feel the breeze
On skin as naked as the starlight
From the open window
Where the raven speaks her name
Like a friend from long ago ...
Dragon blood runs in her veins
She is the daughter of the Stonehenge night
With eyes that see the colors of the wind
When black rainbows sing her soul to sleep
On nights when her dreams are painted red
Like Arcturus that guides sailors
In the sea of her sleeping mind
Ghosts of people long gone
In the naked light of a moon
As pale as Annabel Lee
With her peignoir parted to feel the breeze
On skin as naked as the starlight
From the open window
Where the raven speaks her name
Like a friend from long ago ...
#dragons
#dreams
#EdgarAllanPoe
#night
#women
61 reads
2 Comments
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