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
7th Apr 2025 8:33am
7th Apr 2025 8:33am
Autumn in America
Autumn in America
Operatic Gospels
Are plagiarized from Hebrew legends
To sell Papal Ponzi schemes
To penetrate easter eggs into embryonic misogyny
With the premature TV evangelism of bearded patriarchs
Who preach to death row inmates
On the sanctity of life
And on the streets
Derelict prophets give sermons
To Armani clad business men
On giving alms to the poor
While poets in their garrets
Write sonnets in the autumnal light
Of the American sunset
Operatic Gospels
Are plagiarized from Hebrew legends
To sell Papal Ponzi schemes
To penetrate easter eggs into embryonic misogyny
With the premature TV evangelism of bearded patriarchs
Who preach to death row inmates
On the sanctity of life
And on the streets
Derelict prophets give sermons
To Armani clad business men
On giving alms to the poor
While poets in their garrets
Write sonnets in the autumnal light
Of the American sunset
#America
#apocalypse
#city
#poverty
#religion
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:33am
3rd Apr 2025 7:33am
Ancient Dreams
Ancient Dreams
roses of Ethiopia
blossoming in her cheeks
like ancient Abyssinian gardens
hanging from trellises of moonlight
in the thousand-year night
whose perennial stars
twinkle on the petals of her eyes
where Egyptian mascara
dark as the sheen
of Anubis prowling the midnight hours
on a hunt for lover’s pearls
iridescent as tears from the eye of Ra
that flood the Nile
to silt the fields with fertile dreams
of wheat from heaven
traded with Eritrea
for highland coffee beans
under the warm...
roses of Ethiopia
blossoming in her cheeks
like ancient Abyssinian gardens
hanging from trellises of moonlight
in the thousand-year night
whose perennial stars
twinkle on the petals of her eyes
where Egyptian mascara
dark as the sheen
of Anubis prowling the midnight hours
on a hunt for lover’s pearls
iridescent as tears from the eye of Ra
that flood the Nile
to silt the fields with fertile dreams
of wheat from heaven
traded with Eritrea
for highland coffee beans
under the warm...
#Africa
#historical
#mythology #women
#mythology #women
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STORY POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2025 00:56am
3rd Apr 2025 00:56am
The Discovery of Coffee
The Discovery of Coffee
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a...
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a...
#Africa
#children
#coffee #historical
#coffee #historical
58 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Mar 2025 9:55pm
28th Mar 2025 9:55pm
Dancing On The Fallen Petals Of Spring Blossoms
Dancing On The Fallen Petals
Of Spring Blossoms
William lies in his dorm room spindling fantasies of the apple of his eye. He imagines the sparkle of love in her whiskey eyes. Images of her flash like sun spots in his soul. He rises from his reverie.
He enters the school cafeteria. Having a girl’s school nearby affords him hope for love. And there is the nymph of his dreams sitting at the table in her cheerleader’s outfit. He has fallen in love with her. He has never loved a girl before. But the feelings he has for her feel very real and deep. He says, “Hi,...
Of Spring Blossoms
William lies in his dorm room spindling fantasies of the apple of his eye. He imagines the sparkle of love in her whiskey eyes. Images of her flash like sun spots in his soul. He rises from his reverie.
He enters the school cafeteria. Having a girl’s school nearby affords him hope for love. And there is the nymph of his dreams sitting at the table in her cheerleader’s outfit. He has fallen in love with her. He has never loved a girl before. But the feelings he has for her feel very real and deep. He says, “Hi,...
#romantic
#school
#seductive #sensual
#seductive #sensual
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2025 11:34pm
20th Mar 2025 11:34pm
Lonely Goddess
Lonely Goddess
Love is a gold medallion
so ancient it is a priceless
relic of a lost age
when magic reigned
like a forest queen
under a sunlit canopy
whose curtain of light
is her green gown
and her plaited tresses
shimmered dreamily
in the morning light
of a thousand centuries
as veils of raindrops
cloaked her secret eyes
in golden tears of moonlight
as night stars illumined her heart
like twinkling chakras
penetrating her 5 million pores
with soft embers
from distant galaxies
whose...
Love is a gold medallion
so ancient it is a priceless
relic of a lost age
when magic reigned
like a forest queen
under a sunlit canopy
whose curtain of light
is her green gown
and her plaited tresses
shimmered dreamily
in the morning light
of a thousand centuries
as veils of raindrops
cloaked her secret eyes
in golden tears of moonlight
as night stars illumined her heart
like twinkling chakras
penetrating her 5 million pores
with soft embers
from distant galaxies
whose...
#beauty
#nature
#sensual
#spiritual
#women
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2025 10:53pm
13th Mar 2025 10:53pm
Polynesian Barista
Polynesian Barista
She is the fragrance
Of an orchid Lea
From a South Sea Hulu dancer
Whose grass skirt waves
In the tropic breeze
Her Pele spirit a lava flow
Across smoking slopes
Of denim shorts
Vested in bosom sacraments
Whose black flag
Hides pink periwinkles
Her smile the promise
Of lipstick luau
For photographic eye safari
When her conch shell timbre
Sounds from the blue cathedral
Where cetaceans dream
She is the fragrance
Of an orchid Lea
From a South Sea Hulu dancer
Whose grass skirt waves
In the tropic breeze
Her Pele spirit a lava flow
Across smoking slopes
Of denim shorts
Vested in bosom sacraments
Whose black flag
Hides pink periwinkles
Her smile the promise
Of lipstick luau
For photographic eye safari
When her conch shell timbre
Sounds from the blue cathedral
Where cetaceans dream
#beauty
#coffee
#sea
#seductive
#sensual
107 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Mar 2025 10:18pm
10th Mar 2025 10:18pm
Mirror Tango Twists of Kitty & Fang the Clown
Mirror Tango Twists of Kitty & Fang the Clown
(Concept by Dan Stafford
& Dialogue by John Hindle)
Kitty and Joke live in an alternate universe on the other side of a set of fun house mirrors in a creepy carnival.
Kitty tells Joke, “Hey this place is creepy, like the fun house mirrors at the amusement park I went too as a kid. The reflections in the looking glasses look like my multiple personalities.”
“Who are those other ladies in your psyche?”
“Let me introduce...
(Concept by Dan Stafford
& Dialogue by John Hindle)
Kitty and Joke live in an alternate universe on the other side of a set of fun house mirrors in a creepy carnival.
Kitty tells Joke, “Hey this place is creepy, like the fun house mirrors at the amusement park I went too as a kid. The reflections in the looking glasses look like my multiple personalities.”
“Who are those other ladies in your psyche?”
“Let me introduce...
#dance
#funny
#gothic
#romantic
#seductive
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
#alcohol
#crush
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#surreal
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2025 1:07am
6th Mar 2025 1:07am
tea & timbre
tea & timbre
aglitter in the galactic night
is a myriad faceted diamond
her heart
under summer stars
carmen & her gypsy lover
flamenco
summer sky
over Andalusia
second soul flamenco
the arabesque
in our lover’s nocturne
her timbre
rhapsody in indigo
played on her midnight piano
psalm of love
aglitter in the galactic night
is a myriad faceted diamond
her heart
under summer stars
carmen & her gypsy lover
flamenco
summer sky
over Andalusia
second soul flamenco
the arabesque
in our lover’s nocturne
her timbre
rhapsody in indigo
played on her midnight piano
psalm of love
#beauty
#haiku
#night
#seductive
#tea
136 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2025 11:52pm
24th Feb 2025 11:52pm
Mystery in Her Eyes
Mystery in Her Eyes
Eleusinian mystery burns in her eyes
That torch my soul in a madhouse opera
On the altar of her sanctified sorcery
Whose electric neon smile
Glows with the oracular trance of Pythia
When her coiled dance conjures the serpentine flames
From the thousand fires of her incendiary mysticism
That glows like stars on a future horizon
Where the Bride of the firebird sings her darkly lit magic
Under the candlelight of a chandelier sky
Eleusinian mystery burns in her eyes
That torch my soul in a madhouse opera
On the altar of her sanctified sorcery
Whose electric neon smile
Glows with the oracular trance of Pythia
When her coiled dance conjures the serpentine flames
From the thousand fires of her incendiary mysticism
That glows like stars on a future horizon
Where the Bride of the firebird sings her darkly lit magic
Under the candlelight of a chandelier sky
#mystery
#passion
#seductive
#sensual
#women
130 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2025 1:44am
22nd Feb 2025 1:44am
Midnight Tigress
Midnight Tigress
She is a tigress prowling the bamboo forest
With eyes that burn like incense in a temple
Where holy men pray to Kali in the sacred midnight
Scented by the essence of her black rose
When she gapes with the mystery of the macabre
That draws supplicants to the fragrant smoke
From the sacred fire that burns on the Stygian altar
Below the navel of her cosmic source
Where sanguine songs play
On the smoky petals of her...
She is a tigress prowling the bamboo forest
With eyes that burn like incense in a temple
Where holy men pray to Kali in the sacred midnight
Scented by the essence of her black rose
When she gapes with the mystery of the macabre
That draws supplicants to the fragrant smoke
From the sacred fire that burns on the Stygian altar
Below the navel of her cosmic source
Where sanguine songs play
On the smoky petals of her...
#mystery
#seductive
#sensual
#erotic
#women
153 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2025 1:06am
21st Feb 2025 1:06am
Gothic Angel
Gothic Angel
Gothic angel in leather pants
That gleam like moonlight on a black cat
On a cobblestone street in Prague
Flexing her feline muscles at midnight
As the torchlight of her eyes
Takes me into the deeper mysteries
Of her darkly lit arts
When she leads me
Out of the dungeon of my fears
Into the freedom of a raven taking wing
From the skeleton of a winter tree
Gothic angel in leather pants
That gleam like moonlight on a black cat
On a cobblestone street in Prague
Flexing her feline muscles at midnight
As the torchlight of her eyes
Takes me into the deeper mysteries
Of her darkly lit arts
When she leads me
Out of the dungeon of my fears
Into the freedom of a raven taking wing
From the skeleton of a winter tree
#freedom
#gothic
#mystery #sensual
#mystery #sensual
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