Submissions by goldenmyst
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Goldenmyst, 57 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.”
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Sep 2023 1:07pm
11th Sep 2023 1:07pm
Frenchuality
Frenchuality
John comes home with some unsettling news. “Gloria, my TV land wife is with child and wants to be a stay-at-home Mom.”
“You called her wife instead of the leading lady.”
“Think but this, and all is mended, that every pout advertises some lipstick and each wink is a sales pitch for mascara, while kisses are the promise of a lost passion to find its song again with Aloe Vera skin glow.”
“Your kissy-face costar is a sore subject, but not so different from me. You need a new girl on the set.”
...
John comes home with some unsettling news. “Gloria, my TV land wife is with child and wants to be a stay-at-home Mom.”
“You called her wife instead of the leading lady.”
“Think but this, and all is mended, that every pout advertises some lipstick and each wink is a sales pitch for mascara, while kisses are the promise of a lost passion to find its song again with Aloe Vera skin glow.”
“Your kissy-face costar is a sore subject, but not so different from me. You need a new girl on the set.”
...
#love
#marriage
#romantic
#PopCulture
#sensual
70 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2023 1:03pm
11th Sep 2023 1:03pm
Cerulean Sea Maiden
Cerulean Sea Maiden
Cerulean Sea Maiden
Sultana of azure Mediterranean crystal waves
That wash over her like the surf
from the Isle of Rhodes
On an ancient morning in paradise
When she bathed in the cerulean sea
With scarlet tresses glistening
Like embers from the hearth
Upon whose heat Vesta sautéed barley
For the soup of immortality
She is the grail of men far and wide
Who basks in the first pink blush of dawn
Like a nymph lost in dreams
Of the palace of Knossos
Where ritual fever greets her day ...
Cerulean Sea Maiden
Sultana of azure Mediterranean crystal waves
That wash over her like the surf
from the Isle of Rhodes
On an ancient morning in paradise
When she bathed in the cerulean sea
With scarlet tresses glistening
Like embers from the hearth
Upon whose heat Vesta sautéed barley
For the soup of immortality
She is the grail of men far and wide
Who basks in the first pink blush of dawn
Like a nymph lost in dreams
Of the palace of Knossos
Where ritual fever greets her day ...
#beauty
#sea
#mythology
#sensual
#seductive
35 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
31st Jul 2023 4:13am
31st Jul 2023 4:13am
Victoria's Settlement
Victoria's Settlement
“Well, what will our closing act be? It was so good Jack. But, I suppose all good things end. We could have made it until death do us part. But let’s not end on a bad note. Give me a kiss and let us be friends.”
“Oh honey, we sure gave it our best. It is all over but the legalities.”
“Let’s not delve into that just yet. But tell me, will you think of me when you drive that Porsche down Ventura Highway? Will you remember our times parking at the beach and necking?”
“Oh honey, I want you to have the Porsche.” ...
“Well, what will our closing act be? It was so good Jack. But, I suppose all good things end. We could have made it until death do us part. But let’s not end on a bad note. Give me a kiss and let us be friends.”
“Oh honey, we sure gave it our best. It is all over but the legalities.”
“Let’s not delve into that just yet. But tell me, will you think of me when you drive that Porsche down Ventura Highway? Will you remember our times parking at the beach and necking?”
“Oh honey, I want you to have the Porsche.” ...
#romantic
#breakup
#friendship
#memories
#nostalgia
96 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
24th Jul 2023 3:22am
24th Jul 2023 3:22am
Smoky Bourbon Years - Complete Rewrite for Clarity
Smoky Bourbon Years
My smoky bourbon lady puts her hand on my arm like a priestess blessing me. And sweet jazz from a distant club seeps through the open window to caress my innermost thoughts along with her tender touch that warms me like a barrel fire for homeless wraiths in a back alley of winter.
But the throb of my heart beats to her metronome and finds solace in the embrace of her smile, a grin that checks me into her villa of love whose room key is mine to hold. And I hold her deep in the night when love is an apostasy whose gnostic allure...
My smoky bourbon lady puts her hand on my arm like a priestess blessing me. And sweet jazz from a distant club seeps through the open window to caress my innermost thoughts along with her tender touch that warms me like a barrel fire for homeless wraiths in a back alley of winter.
But the throb of my heart beats to her metronome and finds solace in the embrace of her smile, a grin that checks me into her villa of love whose room key is mine to hold. And I hold her deep in the night when love is an apostasy whose gnostic allure...
#love
#romantic
#city
#homelessness
#nostalgia
136 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jul 2023 4:04am
15th Jul 2023 4:04am
Coffee or Tea?
Coffee or Tea?
She wears her pleasure like a grail
Steeped in tea leaf dream
Whose peppermint smile
Is the sun rising
On the dawn of creation
“Her navel floats
On a lotus sea
Her bud an island
Where coffee flowers blossom
In communion with nature
Off the shore of nirvana”
Autographed in signature lilt
Her calliope voice
Is a sonnet beside my humble free verse
Pentacled in pentameter
Whose poetry in motion
Sallies forth in golden harmony
She wears her pleasure like a grail
Steeped in tea leaf dream
Whose peppermint smile
Is the sun rising
On the dawn of creation
“Her navel floats
On a lotus sea
Her bud an island
Where coffee flowers blossom
In communion with nature
Off the shore of nirvana”
Autographed in signature lilt
Her calliope voice
Is a sonnet beside my humble free verse
Pentacled in pentameter
Whose poetry in motion
Sallies forth in golden harmony
#beauty
#coffee
#sensual #seductive
#sensual #seductive
140 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2023 9:39pm
14th Jul 2023 9:39pm
Sitka Bear Orphan
Sitka Bear Orphan
Wildflower orphan of Valhalla
Sits like Buddha by window
Remembering spring berries
Gathered on hillsides
Where his cub spirit
Dawned in an age of innocence
In the sunshine of his mother
Whose soul still roams in his heart
Still grateful for the fresh fruit
Served by his keepers
But he pines for a childhood long past
Into the vapors of heaven
Where his Mom is a dancing bear
Reflected in his misty eyes
Like the blossoming rainbow
On a long lost mountainside ...
Wildflower orphan of Valhalla
Sits like Buddha by window
Remembering spring berries
Gathered on hillsides
Where his cub spirit
Dawned in an age of innocence
In the sunshine of his mother
Whose soul still roams in his heart
Still grateful for the fresh fruit
Served by his keepers
But he pines for a childhood long past
Into the vapors of heaven
Where his Mom is a dancing bear
Reflected in his misty eyes
Like the blossoming rainbow
On a long lost mountainside ...
#loneliness
#animals
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
109 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2023 3:37am
14th Jul 2023 3:37am
Sitka Eagle Sanctuary
Sitka Eagle Sanctuary
Old man in feather shawl
Bleary eyed in golden years
But sacred heart a fiery torch
That burns bright as a vision
Of his lake of heaven
Where he climbed the mirrored sky
Into the Alaskan sun orb flames
Whose grail held the secret hunger
For a bird of appetite
But the arrow of human passion pierced him
Into a broken wing of desire
No more to sail the blue lit sphere
Of the heights of rapture
Head cocked like a sly seraph
On his...
Old man in feather shawl
Bleary eyed in golden years
But sacred heart a fiery torch
That burns bright as a vision
Of his lake of heaven
Where he climbed the mirrored sky
Into the Alaskan sun orb flames
Whose grail held the secret hunger
For a bird of appetite
But the arrow of human passion pierced him
Into a broken wing of desire
No more to sail the blue lit sphere
Of the heights of rapture
Head cocked like a sly seraph
On his...
#forest
#birds
#nature
#aging
#nostalgia
99 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2023 00:50am
12th Jul 2023 00:50am
Dandelion Bear
Dandelion Bear
Dandelion bear
Dines in patch of heaven
On Yukon summer soma stems
Like a lotus eater on fire with Shangri La
Whose ivory thresh
Is a prelude to cavernous combustion
Wherein lies the wildflower sutra
As he eats local
From nature’s produce market of love
While humans paint retina
And camera lens
With shades of wonder
Whose art is a quest
For his pure unadulterated dream
Of forest freedom
Dandelion bear
Dines in patch of heaven
On Yukon summer soma stems
Like a lotus eater on fire with Shangri La
Whose ivory thresh
Is a prelude to cavernous combustion
Wherein lies the wildflower sutra
As he eats local
From nature’s produce market of love
While humans paint retina
And camera lens
With shades of wonder
Whose art is a quest
For his pure unadulterated dream
Of forest freedom
#forest
#flowers
#animals
#nature
#food
111 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2023 11:50pm
9th Jul 2023 11:50pm
Juneau Pilgrims
Juneau Pilgrims
Nature’s crystal tea
Poured over granite ice cubes
Into holy Juneau vat of heaven
Whose spritzer oxygen levitates us
Where tree rings widen
Into wooden fingerprints
That sing brazen hymns of nymphs
To clouds that cloak the sun and moon
From eyes that seek totemic beings
That lurk in the shadowless forest
Only to silhouette when the fog burns
Into sunbeam sculpture
Where the castanet
Of an eagle cry
Echoes on Dryad boughs
For forest gypsies
Whose thirsty ears
Drink...
Nature’s crystal tea
Poured over granite ice cubes
Into holy Juneau vat of heaven
Whose spritzer oxygen levitates us
Where tree rings widen
Into wooden fingerprints
That sing brazen hymns of nymphs
To clouds that cloak the sun and moon
From eyes that seek totemic beings
That lurk in the shadowless forest
Only to silhouette when the fog burns
Into sunbeam sculpture
Where the castanet
Of an eagle cry
Echoes on Dryad boughs
For forest gypsies
Whose thirsty ears
Drink...
#forest
#trees
#water
#nature
#spiritual
92 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2023 3:48am
8th Jul 2023 3:48am
Sunbath for Sea Otters
Sunbath for Sea Otters
Sunbathing sea otters
Dream like arctic orphans
On glacial ice floes
Like angels on an ice cube
But in wingless reverie
When daydreams come and go
With the Alaskan tides
Not trapped for fashion
By tourists who take pictures
They nap in nature’s cool embrace
On melting islands
Of sunken mountains
Fleeting as snow
When the sun comes out
But lasting a summer afternoon
Where solar heated mammals sleep
Sunbathing sea otters
Dream like arctic orphans
On glacial ice floes
Like angels on an ice cube
But in wingless reverie
When daydreams come and go
With the Alaskan tides
Not trapped for fashion
By tourists who take pictures
They nap in nature’s cool embrace
On melting islands
Of sunken mountains
Fleeting as snow
When the sun comes out
But lasting a summer afternoon
Where solar heated mammals sleep
#dreams
#sea
#sun #animals
#sun #animals
79 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jul 2023 7:53pm
7th Jul 2023 7:53pm
Yukon Surreal
Yukon Surreal
Meringue snow
Where stunted pine
Awakens in Cimmerian quiet
To misty-eyed earth
Whose fogbound dream
Could be a barren Scottish highland
Where bagpipes echo
But our Yukon land
A burial ground
Marked by totem poles
To remember lost seasons
When eagle and hawk tribes
Found the path of peace
Meringue snow
Where stunted pine
Awakens in Cimmerian quiet
To misty-eyed earth
Whose fogbound dream
Could be a barren Scottish highland
Where bagpipes echo
But our Yukon land
A burial ground
Marked by totem poles
To remember lost seasons
When eagle and hawk tribes
Found the path of peace
#sky
#clouds
#mountains
#snow
#trains
96 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jun 2023 4:28am
17th Jun 2023 4:28am
Even The Moon Blushes After Midnight
Even
The Moon Blushes
After Midnight
She touches the people of her life
with her husband as her labor of romance
or her case study in the healing power of love.
She seeks to find out what can’t women heal?
Her role in the universe is that of world mender.
And so their journey begins with
his rose petal embrace of her waist
He longs to be the gown
That hugs her rosy hips
She is his angel of the morning
Who breathes life into his withered heart
with velvet softness that knows no plight
He...
The Moon Blushes
After Midnight
She touches the people of her life
with her husband as her labor of romance
or her case study in the healing power of love.
She seeks to find out what can’t women heal?
Her role in the universe is that of world mender.
And so their journey begins with
his rose petal embrace of her waist
He longs to be the gown
That hugs her rosy hips
She is his angel of the morning
Who breathes life into his withered heart
with velvet softness that knows no plight
He...
#women
#romantic
#beauty
#sensual
#healing
189 reads
8 Comments
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