Submissions by goldenmyst
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Goldenmyst, 55 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
14th Jan 2021 2:47am
14th Jan 2021 2:47am
Drunk on Poetry
Drunk on Poetry
Trash talking Rosie
Took a walk down desolation row
Looking for poetry
From sidewalk troubadours
She needed a lyrical infusion
More than morphine
Or whiskey on the rocks
Deep in the Quarter
Her life began again
With bohemian beau
Drunk on his poetry
She sank into his mattress
Trash talking Rosie
Took a walk down desolation row
Looking for poetry
From sidewalk troubadours
She needed a lyrical infusion
More than morphine
Or whiskey on the rocks
Deep in the Quarter
Her life began again
With bohemian beau
Drunk on his poetry
She sank into his mattress
#romantic
#city
#drugs
#FallingInLove
#sensual
29 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Jan 2021 1:46am
10th Jan 2021 1:46am
1001 Nights Continued - Epilogue
1001 Nights Continued - Epilogue
Later their son was five years old. They walked him on the Algiers levee on a beautiful spring day. Suddenly he got the urge to swim. He ran down the levee and treaded water across the river. Ahmed dove in the muddy water in hot pursuit of his son. Aisha did the breaststroke to save her boy. To their amazement, a paddle wheeler passed overhead with no apparent crew like the Flying Dutchman. Wonder upon wonders their son levitated onto the suspended boat and scampered into a room.
As his parents swam below life preservers...
Later their son was five years old. They walked him on the Algiers levee on a beautiful spring day. Suddenly he got the urge to swim. He ran down the levee and treaded water across the river. Ahmed dove in the muddy water in hot pursuit of his son. Aisha did the breaststroke to save her boy. To their amazement, a paddle wheeler passed overhead with no apparent crew like the Flying Dutchman. Wonder upon wonders their son levitated onto the suspended boat and scampered into a room.
As his parents swam below life preservers...
#love
#marriage
#erotic
#rebirth
#sensual
31 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Jan 2021 10:42pm
4th Jan 2021 10:42pm
1001 Nights Continued
1001 Nights Continued
Her sapphire eyes burned the color of deep blue arctic ice. She lay naked, entangled in linen sheets. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of flickering candles. Persian rugs hung from the wall, their arabesque designs bringing back memories of the intricate mosaics in the mosque back in Syria. She used to love to run her fingers over the inlaid stones, tracing the patterns, and feeling a sense of beauty beyond words.
That feeling came back with full force as she gazed, like a lovely bird, at her own form outlined beneath the sheets....
Her sapphire eyes burned the color of deep blue arctic ice. She lay naked, entangled in linen sheets. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of flickering candles. Persian rugs hung from the wall, their arabesque designs bringing back memories of the intricate mosaics in the mosque back in Syria. She used to love to run her fingers over the inlaid stones, tracing the patterns, and feeling a sense of beauty beyond words.
That feeling came back with full force as she gazed, like a lovely bird, at her own form outlined beneath the sheets....
#lust
#marriage
#romantic
#erotic
#sensual
44 reads
5 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
2nd Jan 2021 4:51am
2nd Jan 2021 4:51am
Facepainters
Facepainters
The Anasazi dug caves for summer cottages with a hearth fire for a nightlight to draw petroglyphs when nights were long. They toted gourds with water to limit trips up and down the cliff. At first, they spent winters at the base of the bluff.
But the view from the top of a winter wonderland inspired the storyteller to spin yarns of the woolly mammoths who survived the ice age only to roam Wrangel Island. The tale of the two boys back in the great north of who rode the mighty beast that dodged totem poles in the land of the ancients brought peals of...
The Anasazi dug caves for summer cottages with a hearth fire for a nightlight to draw petroglyphs when nights were long. They toted gourds with water to limit trips up and down the cliff. At first, they spent winters at the base of the bluff.
But the view from the top of a winter wonderland inspired the storyteller to spin yarns of the woolly mammoths who survived the ice age only to roam Wrangel Island. The tale of the two boys back in the great north of who rode the mighty beast that dodged totem poles in the land of the ancients brought peals of...
#romantic
#mountains
#pagan
#historical
#wisdom
25 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
23rd Dec 2020 1:14pm
23rd Dec 2020 1:14pm
An Art Bell Radio Journey
An Art Bell Radio Journey
The parched hills roll like whales in a sea of the desolation of bone dry tumbleweed desert just past Tucumcari. We are hoping for a Santa Fe motel vacancy. The purple sunset glows like a nebula in the western expanse of the sky. It is 70 miles to Santa Fe and an old episode of Art Bell plays on the stereo, to bring the mystery of the cosmos into our cubist world on wheels. Here the night is a show billions of years in the making where satellites are newcomers on the celestial scene. The galactic night is for lovers who...
The parched hills roll like whales in a sea of the desolation of bone dry tumbleweed desert just past Tucumcari. We are hoping for a Santa Fe motel vacancy. The purple sunset glows like a nebula in the western expanse of the sky. It is 70 miles to Santa Fe and an old episode of Art Bell plays on the stereo, to bring the mystery of the cosmos into our cubist world on wheels. Here the night is a show billions of years in the making where satellites are newcomers on the celestial scene. The galactic night is for lovers who...
#love
#marriage
#night
#homelessness
#desert
28 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2020 00:48am
20th Dec 2020 00:48am
Turning Summersouls
Turning Summersouls
The nuptial knot is never broken
for lovers who turn
through centuries of summer
in their karmic migrations
across Buddhafields
where they join hands to ascend
on ribbons of Dharma.
The nuptial knot is never broken
for lovers who turn
through centuries of summer
in their karmic migrations
across Buddhafields
where they join hands to ascend
on ribbons of Dharma.
#marriage
#romantic
#Buddhist
#rebirth
#spiritual
25 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2020 1:02am
18th Dec 2020 1:02am
Ancestral Passion
Ancestral Passion
Passing through the wilderness of Life
The paths radiate outward in endless spirals
Strange memories lead us on
Through the labyrinth of timeless dreams
The dark sea raging beneath the surface
Hides ancestral spirits
Their voices whisper in unison
Clamoring for a foothold in the waking mind
Sometimes in a quiet moment
When the restless motion of ancient fears
Brims to the surface
We catch a glimpse of the source
The heart of all humanity
The dreamland where shadows play
...
Passing through the wilderness of Life
The paths radiate outward in endless spirals
Strange memories lead us on
Through the labyrinth of timeless dreams
The dark sea raging beneath the surface
Hides ancestral spirits
Their voices whisper in unison
Clamoring for a foothold in the waking mind
Sometimes in a quiet moment
When the restless motion of ancient fears
Brims to the surface
We catch a glimpse of the source
The heart of all humanity
The dreamland where shadows play
...
#Africa
#humankind
#evolution #historical
#evolution #historical
27 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Dec 2020 4:15am
8th Dec 2020 4:15am
Nesting Ground for Tundra Swans
Nesting Ground for Tundra Swans
Rowena stands in deep contemplation in the greenhouse of Biosphere 2. She sees her golden face afloat in a pool of orange late afternoon light slanting through the crystalline glass. She gazes wistfully at her image reflected in the glass. Waves of her long raven black hair circle her face where her cherubic ruby lips are generous and full. Her lash-hooded dark opal eyes glitter in the reddish sparkles of sunset glaze suspended in the glass. Her elfin face glows in an ethereal aura. Her image, suffused in the luminous...
Rowena stands in deep contemplation in the greenhouse of Biosphere 2. She sees her golden face afloat in a pool of orange late afternoon light slanting through the crystalline glass. She gazes wistfully at her image reflected in the glass. Waves of her long raven black hair circle her face where her cherubic ruby lips are generous and full. Her lash-hooded dark opal eyes glitter in the reddish sparkles of sunset glaze suspended in the glass. Her elfin face glows in an ethereal aura. Her image, suffused in the luminous...
#environment
#mountains
#freedom
#escape
#scifi
43 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Dec 2020 5:27am
7th Dec 2020 5:27am
Dark Star Child
Dark Star Child
I rode my bike along the neck of land on the eastern edge of Lake Pontchartrain. I breathed the salty air. The fading sunlight cast my shadow on the road. The Chef Menteur Highway near the Rigolets Pass was alive and humming with thousands of insects and seagulls cackling in a symphony that couldn’t be mimicked by man.
My bike light shone through the darkness, making me known to the drivers. Knowing that if a car came curving too far into the shoulder I could be killed made me quiver. Or maybe it was just the cool air rushing by my lithe, young...
I rode my bike along the neck of land on the eastern edge of Lake Pontchartrain. I breathed the salty air. The fading sunlight cast my shadow on the road. The Chef Menteur Highway near the Rigolets Pass was alive and humming with thousands of insects and seagulls cackling in a symphony that couldn’t be mimicked by man.
My bike light shone through the darkness, making me known to the drivers. Knowing that if a car came curving too far into the shoulder I could be killed made me quiver. Or maybe it was just the cool air rushing by my lithe, young...
#romantic
#abuse
#healing #risk
#healing #risk
35 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Dec 2020 2:59am
1st Dec 2020 2:59am
Guilt and Remorse
Guilt and Remorse
Paul says, “My middle name is trouble. I caused my family no end of heartaches. When I was ten years old I was a pied piper. I led my sister to unload an abandoned car with me. We dumped the contents on our front porch.”
“Ok. You’ve got me interested tell me more.”
“Well, I got her to hide behind a stack of paper towels in the grocery store. Mom went crazy looking for us. We burst out laughing. Dad whipped us good. It wasn’t my sister’s fault. I talked her into it.”
“I like the progression here. What was the worst thing you talked...
Paul says, “My middle name is trouble. I caused my family no end of heartaches. When I was ten years old I was a pied piper. I led my sister to unload an abandoned car with me. We dumped the contents on our front porch.”
“Ok. You’ve got me interested tell me more.”
“Well, I got her to hide behind a stack of paper towels in the grocery store. Mom went crazy looking for us. We burst out laughing. Dad whipped us good. It wasn’t my sister’s fault. I talked her into it.”
“I like the progression here. What was the worst thing you talked...
#regret
#sister
#forgiveness
#childhood
#MentalHealth
36 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Dec 2020 2:55am
1st Dec 2020 2:55am
Vegan Venus
Vegan Venus
The years gather speed like a locomotive bound for a mountain crest. Our love train rises up the pass like the little engine that could. After over a decade of crossing the great plains of marriage, we find ourselves ascending a notch lush with new growth.
“Honey, it gives me irrepressible joy to pronounce that we kicked your beef-eating habit in the ass. You haven’t eaten red meat for a decade.”
“You make rabbit food taste so savory. Never underestimate the power of a nurse who wields a vegan recipe book.”
“Yes, but you did cheat at the...
The years gather speed like a locomotive bound for a mountain crest. Our love train rises up the pass like the little engine that could. After over a decade of crossing the great plains of marriage, we find ourselves ascending a notch lush with new growth.
“Honey, it gives me irrepressible joy to pronounce that we kicked your beef-eating habit in the ass. You haven’t eaten red meat for a decade.”
“You make rabbit food taste so savory. Never underestimate the power of a nurse who wields a vegan recipe book.”
“Yes, but you did cheat at the...
#marriage
#erotic
#dialogue
#sports
#sexy
33 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Nov 2020 4:18am
30th Nov 2020 4:18am
Tinker Bell’s Flight Path to Earth
Tinker Bell’s Flight Path to Earth
I wished I could tell him how all things in nature are related, how we are all part of a larger pattern that is infinite. I wanted him to experience the ecstasy of a love that transcended the material world and encompassed multitudes of worlds. I wanted him to know how sacred every drop of rain, every blade of grass, and every leaf on every tree was. If only he could see the world, as I saw it, immersed in the warm light of heavenly love.
I tried to tell him these things and many more. He immediately sent me to a psychiatrist who...
I wished I could tell him how all things in nature are related, how we are all part of a larger pattern that is infinite. I wanted him to experience the ecstasy of a love that transcended the material world and encompassed multitudes of worlds. I wanted him to know how sacred every drop of rain, every blade of grass, and every leaf on every tree was. If only he could see the world, as I saw it, immersed in the warm light of heavenly love.
I tried to tell him these things and many more. He immediately sent me to a psychiatrist who...
#grief
#marriage
#nature #denial
#nature #denial
33 reads
2 Comments
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