Submissions by goldenmyst
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Goldenmyst, 54 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.”
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Feb 2020 1:01am
9th Feb 2020 1:01am
Post Apocalyptic Museum Lovers
Post Apocalyptic Museum Lovers
Morning light creates a chandelier through the cracks in the ceiling that illuminates a Grecian urn displayed in a glass case. Under the soft but insistent light, the pottery is embossed with Apollo pursuing Daphne. His rod is still risen to defy millennia of censorship.
My curious maiden turns my head. While she explores the scene we share our voyeur’s gaze. Her eyes travel the length of his Apollonian manhood giving rise to my own response. Her fascination for the anatomical detail becomes my piquancy until her poise of Hellenic Greece...
Morning light creates a chandelier through the cracks in the ceiling that illuminates a Grecian urn displayed in a glass case. Under the soft but insistent light, the pottery is embossed with Apollo pursuing Daphne. His rod is still risen to defy millennia of censorship.
My curious maiden turns my head. While she explores the scene we share our voyeur’s gaze. Her eyes travel the length of his Apollonian manhood giving rise to my own response. Her fascination for the anatomical detail becomes my piquancy until her poise of Hellenic Greece...
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#art
#sensual
79 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Feb 2020 5:48am
7th Feb 2020 5:48am
Eros Aims Through the Ashes
Eros Aims Through the Ashes
I gaze down upon the twisted ruins of the once-great metropolis. I see the remnants of humanity wandering, dazed through the wreckage. The yellow dust hovering in the air is so thick I almost choke. The tall buildings stand cracked and fallen in the pale sunlight.
I swoop down in my ultralight aircraft and descend, floating like a leaf downward into the city. As I settle down onto the broken asphalt I see a young woman digging in a trash heap and pulling out moldy bread and cans of food. I call out to her offering to share my meager...
I gaze down upon the twisted ruins of the once-great metropolis. I see the remnants of humanity wandering, dazed through the wreckage. The yellow dust hovering in the air is so thick I almost choke. The tall buildings stand cracked and fallen in the pale sunlight.
I swoop down in my ultralight aircraft and descend, floating like a leaf downward into the city. As I settle down onto the broken asphalt I see a young woman digging in a trash heap and pulling out moldy bread and cans of food. I call out to her offering to share my meager...
#love
#sex
#erotic
#apocalypse
#sensual
65 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Feb 2020 5:11am
6th Feb 2020 5:11am
College Girl Discovers Herself
College Girl Discovers Herself
The priestess says, “Marsha, you are eighteen but have yet to do more than kiss a man. There are enough difficult choices for you at your age, such as what field of study to engage in. Sexual ambiguity just adds to your struggle. But fear not. We have a way to ease your passage into a well defined and clear orientation. Whichever path feels truest we will encourage you to pursue it with all your heart.”
“Well, I kissed a man on the lips and our tongues touched long enough for me to taste the juice from the tamarind he’d just...
The priestess says, “Marsha, you are eighteen but have yet to do more than kiss a man. There are enough difficult choices for you at your age, such as what field of study to engage in. Sexual ambiguity just adds to your struggle. But fear not. We have a way to ease your passage into a well defined and clear orientation. Whichever path feels truest we will encourage you to pursue it with all your heart.”
“Well, I kissed a man on the lips and our tongues touched long enough for me to taste the juice from the tamarind he’d just...
#sex
#erotic
#FallingInLove
#bisexual
#dystopian
46 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2020 6:06am
5th Feb 2020 6:06am
Perchance to Romance
Perchance to Romance
The gold of Pre-Raphaelite dream motion
Follows a path known only to man
On her sashay hip angel walk
With waitress, wardrobe whistled away
For Velcro bodysuit samba nature woman
With Honduran headdress of tresses
Dangling like a mushroom crown
Of blonde rooted in dark magic
Whose necromancy spells my name
With inkjet sorcery symbols
Of black lipstick petroglyphs
Sprinkled with essence of cocoa
For a flirt spice mélange
The gold of Pre-Raphaelite dream motion
Follows a path known only to man
On her sashay hip angel walk
With waitress, wardrobe whistled away
For Velcro bodysuit samba nature woman
With Honduran headdress of tresses
Dangling like a mushroom crown
Of blonde rooted in dark magic
Whose necromancy spells my name
With inkjet sorcery symbols
Of black lipstick petroglyphs
Sprinkled with essence of cocoa
For a flirt spice mélange
#love
#lust
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#crush
44 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Feb 2020 9:01pm
1st Feb 2020 9:01pm
Her Blanche Moment
Her Blanche Moment
She still remembers the night the moon rose over Esplanade Avenue with its light penetrating her soul deeper than the sun on a hot summer’s day.
“You know how to make a girl swoon. But what a spooky night this is. Look in the shadows, John. I see ghosts everywhere. Oh, my flirty man. Let’s go to Bourbon Street and listen to some jazz. I know you don’t want to hear me babble on all night.”
“I gave up the Bourbon Street scene long ago. Let’s go home and read together.”
As they pass down Esplanade she feels like an...
She still remembers the night the moon rose over Esplanade Avenue with its light penetrating her soul deeper than the sun on a hot summer’s day.
“You know how to make a girl swoon. But what a spooky night this is. Look in the shadows, John. I see ghosts everywhere. Oh, my flirty man. Let’s go to Bourbon Street and listen to some jazz. I know you don’t want to hear me babble on all night.”
“I gave up the Bourbon Street scene long ago. Let’s go home and read together.”
As they pass down Esplanade she feels like an...
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
#graveyard
#sensual
75 reads
6 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
23rd Jan 2020 4:41am
23rd Jan 2020 4:41am
Bourbon Street Lady
Before my very eyes, Rowena strips out of her lily-white as first communion dress into her black as Wicca lipstick on the eve of Samhain, lingerie.
Ro says, “There is the law of averages. Though some deny it I’ve seen it at work in my daily life. I’ve put myself in harm’s way for those I cared about. I didn’t do this out of a sense of duty but rather the love of an army nurse who sees a wounded soldier with a ticking grenade and throws it with all her strength to save a man who was trying to commit suicide because she believes his life is worth saving even though he doesn’t. And the...
Ro says, “There is the law of averages. Though some deny it I’ve seen it at work in my daily life. I’ve put myself in harm’s way for those I cared about. I didn’t do this out of a sense of duty but rather the love of an army nurse who sees a wounded soldier with a ticking grenade and throws it with all her strength to save a man who was trying to commit suicide because she believes his life is worth saving even though he doesn’t. And the...
#love
#women
#sex
#betrayal
#city
69 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2020 10:01pm
22nd Jan 2020 10:01pm
Golden Gate Bridge
Golden Gate Bridge
Feet follow the way to heaven
I pace the holy path
suspended on bridge
each footstep a sacred journey
The Pacific Ocean a palette of blue
San Francisco bay an azure Mediterranean dream
with boats churning froth
in dizzying cosmic panorama
Carl Sagan’s cosmos theme music
plays in my mind
My place in the cosmos
a pearl of consciousness
absorbing atoms strung together
in sea and sky
I am perched on the ladder of evolution
like a frog on a lily pad
suspended over cold...
Feet follow the way to heaven
I pace the holy path
suspended on bridge
each footstep a sacred journey
The Pacific Ocean a palette of blue
San Francisco bay an azure Mediterranean dream
with boats churning froth
in dizzying cosmic panorama
Carl Sagan’s cosmos theme music
plays in my mind
My place in the cosmos
a pearl of consciousness
absorbing atoms strung together
in sea and sky
I am perched on the ladder of evolution
like a frog on a lily pad
suspended over cold...
#happiness
#city
#sea
#sky
#music
41 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2020 1:06am
21st Jan 2020 1:06am
Hari Krishna Angel
Hari Krishna Angel
Fallen angels on a bus stop harp song
Two lonely souls, I say, "Have a seat"
Sans, "The doctor is in."
We sit on the bench like unpublished books
As a baby, he got knocked in the head
But survived only to be tied up in a closet
Until five came like the light of day
But the golden age of Hari Krishna
Fed him vegan like a Panda in love with bamboo
Like the bear, he once felt the carnivorous crave
But found mercy a heartier fare
For a stomach aching for humanity
Where nature’s bounty is green without envy ...
Fallen angels on a bus stop harp song
Two lonely souls, I say, "Have a seat"
Sans, "The doctor is in."
We sit on the bench like unpublished books
As a baby, he got knocked in the head
But survived only to be tied up in a closet
Until five came like the light of day
But the golden age of Hari Krishna
Fed him vegan like a Panda in love with bamboo
Like the bear, he once felt the carnivorous crave
But found mercy a heartier fare
For a stomach aching for humanity
Where nature’s bounty is green without envy ...
#loneliness
#men
35 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Jan 2020 5:49am
19th Jan 2020 5:49am
Camp Counselor Crush
Camp Counselor Crush
When I lived in New Orleans with my family as a child, I went to summer camp at the Jewish Community Center on St Charles Ave. One day they had a special program. They had a pretend plane trip over Europe using a slide show. We all sat around a large room in chairs, looking at slides of the Parthenon, the Eiffel Tower, London Bridge, etc and teenage girls walked around in stewardess outfits serving us pastries and grape juice. I felt really high from all the attention. It felt like a window had opened through which I could glimpse my future.
...
When I lived in New Orleans with my family as a child, I went to summer camp at the Jewish Community Center on St Charles Ave. One day they had a special program. They had a pretend plane trip over Europe using a slide show. We all sat around a large room in chairs, looking at slides of the Parthenon, the Eiffel Tower, London Bridge, etc and teenage girls walked around in stewardess outfits serving us pastries and grape juice. I felt really high from all the attention. It felt like a window had opened through which I could glimpse my future.
...
#jealousy
#marriage
#childhood #crush
#childhood #crush
39 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2020 4:13am
10th Jan 2020 4:13am
San Francisco
San Francisco
God, a time capsule opens in my heart
to reading Kerouac when my mind ran wild
and the city was my best friend.
which to my way of aching
is a parade of circus dwellers
on sidewalks of dust and memory.
The scenes sing and howl
for all humanity to behold
but especially this lonely soul
on the fringe of society.
I am kaleidoscoped
by starry eyed street apostles.
God, a time capsule opens in my heart
to reading Kerouac when my mind ran wild
and the city was my best friend.
which to my way of aching
is a parade of circus dwellers
on sidewalks of dust and memory.
The scenes sing and howl
for all humanity to behold
but especially this lonely soul
on the fringe of society.
I am kaleidoscoped
by starry eyed street apostles.
#loneliness
#dreams
#city
#night
#surreal
57 reads
13 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Jan 2020 4:58am
8th Jan 2020 4:58am
College Girl Rediscovers Women
My name is Rowena and I live on the island of Lesbos. Here a wonderful experiment has come into being. We teach our daughters that marriage is for two women to raise children. Men take part in society as teachers of children but their curriculum is devised by women.
I am a lapsed lesbian about to be reintroduced to women. I am taken to the room where I take my seat on the floor mat.
The priestess says, “Rowena, you are eighteen but have yet to do more than kiss a woman. Is your interest in your own sex more than casual?”
“Well, I kissed her on the...
I am a lapsed lesbian about to be reintroduced to women. I am taken to the room where I take my seat on the floor mat.
The priestess says, “Rowena, you are eighteen but have yet to do more than kiss a woman. Is your interest in your own sex more than casual?”
“Well, I kissed her on the...
#love
#lesbian
#sex
#erotic
#bisexual
285 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2020 5:00am
5th Jan 2020 5:00am
1977
1977
Hometown at night
Her bottom is sunk into the leather upholstery
Of my 1977 corvette
With Supertramp on the eight-track
While we plow through the darkness
Looking for an icebreaker
As an Arctic Front frosts the windows
She smiles as we slide into position
To park-like teenagers
On the funky side of town
But we dream California
While Mississippi mud sticks to our shoes
And the heater blows like the Santa Ana Winds
Hometown at night
Her bottom is sunk into the leather upholstery
Of my 1977 corvette
With Supertramp on the eight-track
While we plow through the darkness
Looking for an icebreaker
As an Arctic Front frosts the windows
She smiles as we slide into position
To park-like teenagers
On the funky side of town
But we dream California
While Mississippi mud sticks to our shoes
And the heater blows like the Santa Ana Winds
#love
#teens
#winter
#music
#nostalgia
78 reads
11 Comments
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