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.”
her heart a glass of haunted roses - a bourrée
her heart a glass of haunted roses - a bourrée
Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Theirs is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
In the society for the creative anachronism, the sweethearts are illuminated by the eternal flame of young love made light by the glow of fire dancers.
Rowena says, “I’m so glad you made it here my dear. Now let’s take a whirl around this place. They’re playing a galliard. That’s our...
Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Theirs is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
In the society for the creative anachronism, the sweethearts are illuminated by the eternal flame of young love made light by the glow of fire dancers.
Rowena says, “I’m so glad you made it here my dear. Now let’s take a whirl around this place. They’re playing a galliard. That’s our...
#love
#romantic
#dreams
#dance
#crush
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Goodbye to New Orleans
Goodbye to New Orleans
Samantha tells Jim, “Just know that where you garden I will cultivate, and the biosphere you inhabit so will be my ecosystem.”
Jim replies, “Your tribe will be my homesteaders and your cosmic egg the earth womb we share.”
“We live in an artificial world because the earth isn’t habitable. Since the cars went by the wayside the earth has cooled just a tad. One of the last infrared meteorology satellites detected atmospheric temperature fluctuations. Maybe if we live a nocturnal life New Orleans might be livable again. But know I am pipe...
Samantha tells Jim, “Just know that where you garden I will cultivate, and the biosphere you inhabit so will be my ecosystem.”
Jim replies, “Your tribe will be my homesteaders and your cosmic egg the earth womb we share.”
“We live in an artificial world because the earth isn’t habitable. Since the cars went by the wayside the earth has cooled just a tad. One of the last infrared meteorology satellites detected atmospheric temperature fluctuations. Maybe if we live a nocturnal life New Orleans might be livable again. But know I am pipe...
#love
#romantic
#environment #apocalypse
#environment #apocalypse
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The Geisha Effect
The Geisha Effect
A giant star-spangled cake sits in the middle of the living room. Its red, white, and blue icing tempt me to taste. But what pops out of the cake is even more pleasing to my senses. My second cousin Portia opens the secret door and jumps up waving her bikini flag bottom for the men in uniform. She dips her finger into the frosting and licks it suggestively and the men clap. A serviceman approaches and sucks the frosting from her finger. Then she offers him her cake coated thumb which he uses as a pacifier with a big smile.
She says, “Who wouldn’t...
A giant star-spangled cake sits in the middle of the living room. Its red, white, and blue icing tempt me to taste. But what pops out of the cake is even more pleasing to my senses. My second cousin Portia opens the secret door and jumps up waving her bikini flag bottom for the men in uniform. She dips her finger into the frosting and licks it suggestively and the men clap. A serviceman approaches and sucks the frosting from her finger. Then she offers him her cake coated thumb which he uses as a pacifier with a big smile.
She says, “Who wouldn’t...
#girlfriend
#relationships
#romantic
#BDSM
#sensual
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Dancers in Diaspora
Dancers in Diaspora
Ukraine where a couplet of souls
flies like kites on wings of smoke
whose good karma is earned
by the sacrifice of small pleasures
for the formless form of true finesse
She wears her tutu proudly
for her last pirouette before the exodus
At that moment, her face
looks like that of Helen
sailing the lake of heaven
who for the first time
sees the Isle of the Blest
where she will share
the afterlife with Achilles
over tea steeped in a funeral urn
from their...
Ukraine where a couplet of souls
flies like kites on wings of smoke
whose good karma is earned
by the sacrifice of small pleasures
for the formless form of true finesse
She wears her tutu proudly
for her last pirouette before the exodus
At that moment, her face
looks like that of Helen
sailing the lake of heaven
who for the first time
sees the Isle of the Blest
where she will share
the afterlife with Achilles
over tea steeped in a funeral urn
from their...
#women
#war
#freedom
#escape
#dance
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Rent Without Lingerie
Rent Without Lingerie
“Honey, did you do the laundry yet?”
“Remember, I told you my computer science finals are next week. College is an old bear and I have to focus. I wish you didn’t have the bear the weight of chores.”
“You are wearing nothing but a negligee. You seem to invite naughtiness.”
“Well, even scholarship gets a spring break. Is my lingerie distracting you from household attentiveness?”
“New Orleans nights can get hot. So you go right ahead and wear that chemise.”
“Don’t you love how we go through the rituals of...
“Honey, did you do the laundry yet?”
“Remember, I told you my computer science finals are next week. College is an old bear and I have to focus. I wish you didn’t have the bear the weight of chores.”
“You are wearing nothing but a negligee. You seem to invite naughtiness.”
“Well, even scholarship gets a spring break. Is my lingerie distracting you from household attentiveness?”
“New Orleans nights can get hot. So you go right ahead and wear that chemise.”
“Don’t you love how we go through the rituals of...
#lust
#erotic
#money
#sensual
#poverty
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Persian Coffee Kitten
Persian Coffee Kitten
Persian jazz links eyes with me
Her smile is a rum and coke concoction
Whose Caribbean meow turns Aruba
On a Dutch dream of golden sands
With her ever-deepening grin
Like a bougainvillea crawling the wall
As her sax rolls with her hips
On a slow calypso from heaven
Persian jazz links eyes with me
Her smile is a rum and coke concoction
Whose Caribbean meow turns Aruba
On a Dutch dream of golden sands
With her ever-deepening grin
Like a bougainvillea crawling the wall
As her sax rolls with her hips
On a slow calypso from heaven
#romantic
#erotic
#coffee
#sensual
#sexy
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Ghost Lady of the Sandhill Cranes
Ghost Lady of the Sandhill Cranes
Her freckles sparkle like pink sequins
For a cowgirl whose melody is a dulcimer
Played on the prairie wind
Whose spun gold is a tapestry of love
In the illusion of flaxen tresses
That dance like wind chimes
While her plait river of silk
Is a sandhill crane ghost
That slips through the raindrops
Until her beauty spots
Are all that sustains
As she cools her high heels
Her freckles sparkle like pink sequins
For a cowgirl whose melody is a dulcimer
Played on the prairie wind
Whose spun gold is a tapestry of love
In the illusion of flaxen tresses
That dance like wind chimes
While her plait river of silk
Is a sandhill crane ghost
That slips through the raindrops
Until her beauty spots
Are all that sustains
As she cools her high heels
#love
#romantic
#erotic
#coffee
#sensual
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Botticelli Venus
Botticelli Venus
Sleek as a dolphin
Her expertise is in the caffeine espresso high
Coupled with her unique flair for fashion
In spandex concession to modesty
But with navel in sea of tapioca
That breathes in lotus love
In her Oceanid form that rides my gaze
Like she is rising for oxygen
As she blossoms into regal petals
Whose magnolia perfume is a banana nature
Her biceps scrawled in Japanese literature
Of sanguine ink
Sleek as a dolphin
Her expertise is in the caffeine espresso high
Coupled with her unique flair for fashion
In spandex concession to modesty
But with navel in sea of tapioca
That breathes in lotus love
In her Oceanid form that rides my gaze
Like she is rising for oxygen
As she blossoms into regal petals
Whose magnolia perfume is a banana nature
Her biceps scrawled in Japanese literature
Of sanguine ink
#erotic
#beauty
#coffee
#sensual
#sexy
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Health Tips from a Chinese Aunt
Health Tips from a Chinese Aunt
“Mademoiselle, might I have a cup of ice water?”
“How do you know I am not married?”
“Sorry, you looked too on the pixie side to be hitched.”
“Well, you measured me right.” She gazes at the sparkling ice cubes in my water. “You know I can’t stand cold water in winter. How do you stomach it?”
“I guess I am weird like that. Equally so my iced coffee may seem a bit on the odd side to you. But truthfully my late father was from Boston and he told me that New Englanders liked their...
“Mademoiselle, might I have a cup of ice water?”
“How do you know I am not married?”
“Sorry, you looked too on the pixie side to be hitched.”
“Well, you measured me right.” She gazes at the sparkling ice cubes in my water. “You know I can’t stand cold water in winter. How do you stomach it?”
“I guess I am weird like that. Equally so my iced coffee may seem a bit on the odd side to you. But truthfully my late father was from Boston and he told me that New Englanders liked their...
#women
#beauty
#winter
#coffee
#funny
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Mea Culpa
Mea Culpa
Stain-glass panes where Laptop images dance
With my platform a coffee sutra
Surrounded by flamenco fan skirts
That unfold like pleated kilts
Where I sit like a Buddha
eyes glued to the golden light
Who approaches with steamy heat in hand
And apologizes for my lost time
so sweetly it sounds
More like a romantic entreaty
Than a concession of the territory
She makes her own
Stain-glass panes where Laptop images dance
With my platform a coffee sutra
Surrounded by flamenco fan skirts
That unfold like pleated kilts
Where I sit like a Buddha
eyes glued to the golden light
Who approaches with steamy heat in hand
And apologizes for my lost time
so sweetly it sounds
More like a romantic entreaty
Than a concession of the territory
She makes her own
#women
#forgiveness
#romantic #coffee
#romantic #coffee
101 reads
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Even Celts Get Moon-eyed on Saturday Night
Even Celts Get Moon-eyed on Saturday Night
I remove my frock to bathe in a spring-fed pool. But as I draw closer, I spy a woman behind the shrubbery drinking from the same pool. I approach slowly as not to frighten her. I begin with, “Sorry to behold your nudity. Most maidens run wild as the Irish Ivy here. But you don’t seem to mind.”
She could be any woman out of a thousand. I breathe the name she went by like the murmur of a dream. But if she is another and seduces me then woe betide me for I will have banished myself to a life...
I remove my frock to bathe in a spring-fed pool. But as I draw closer, I spy a woman behind the shrubbery drinking from the same pool. I approach slowly as not to frighten her. I begin with, “Sorry to behold your nudity. Most maidens run wild as the Irish Ivy here. But you don’t seem to mind.”
She could be any woman out of a thousand. I breathe the name she went by like the murmur of a dream. But if she is another and seduces me then woe betide me for I will have banished myself to a life...
#romantic
#erotic
#nature
#historical
#sensual
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Coffee, Tea, or Barista
Coffee, Tea, or Barista
The sunshine in her tresses is an aura of the sacred woman. She sends her womanly vibes in the form of a message from across the glass of the pastry rack. “How is your day going?”
“Just a relaxed kind of day.”
“What brings you to our realm of coffee?”
“I come here to write poetry and prose. The meditative music and peaceful energy put me in a frame to create.”
She smirks mischievously, “Oh, and watching the people fits in that scheme. Lots of beauty to behold including the Baristas.”
“Well, I...
The sunshine in her tresses is an aura of the sacred woman. She sends her womanly vibes in the form of a message from across the glass of the pastry rack. “How is your day going?”
“Just a relaxed kind of day.”
“What brings you to our realm of coffee?”
“I come here to write poetry and prose. The meditative music and peaceful energy put me in a frame to create.”
She smirks mischievously, “Oh, and watching the people fits in that scheme. Lots of beauty to behold including the Baristas.”
“Well, I...
#beauty
#LifeAsAWriter
#sexy #tea
#sexy #tea
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