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.”
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Today 2:45am
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Gloria Seeks a Mentor - College Days - Rewrite
Gloria Seeks a Mentor
With only a master’s degree in music, I am lucky to land an instructor job at my local junior college. I am an instructor for these acolytes of the baroque masters of melody. Young pianist, flutist, and organist birth notes on high with fingers on fire. This is a two-year college where young Olympians excel. During their practice sessions, I just melt in my soma zone while the students strum my heart with the music of the Gods.
The young ladies chatter like Chickadees with budding gentlemen in a college-lyceum where Bach can’t compete with green...
With only a master’s degree in music, I am lucky to land an instructor job at my local junior college. I am an instructor for these acolytes of the baroque masters of melody. Young pianist, flutist, and organist birth notes on high with fingers on fire. This is a two-year college where young Olympians excel. During their practice sessions, I just melt in my soma zone while the students strum my heart with the music of the Gods.
The young ladies chatter like Chickadees with budding gentlemen in a college-lyceum where Bach can’t compete with green...
#women
#music
#crush #college
#crush #college
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Published
10th Jul 2020 3:16pm
10th Jul 2020 3:16pm
Scent of Tamarind
Scent of Tamarind
With only a master’s degree in music, I am lucky to land an instructor job at my local junior college. I am an instructor for these acolytes of the baroque masters of melody. Young pianist, flutist, and organist birth notes on high with fingers on fire. This is a two-year college where young Olympians excel. During their practice sessions, I just melt in my soma zone while the students strum my heart with the music of the Gods.
The young ladies chatter like Chickadees with budding gentlemen in a college-lyceum where Bach can’t compete with green grass...
With only a master’s degree in music, I am lucky to land an instructor job at my local junior college. I am an instructor for these acolytes of the baroque masters of melody. Young pianist, flutist, and organist birth notes on high with fingers on fire. This is a two-year college where young Olympians excel. During their practice sessions, I just melt in my soma zone while the students strum my heart with the music of the Gods.
The young ladies chatter like Chickadees with budding gentlemen in a college-lyceum where Bach can’t compete with green grass...
#love
#romantic
#death
#Africa
#heaven
20 reads
4 Comments
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Published
7th Jul 2020 6:29am
7th Jul 2020 6:29am
Ship Island
Ship Island
My beach quest lands me with a redhead whose eyes speak of loneliness. “Is this your first time to the island? It’s Mississippi’s paradise. The water is crystal clear. Just look at all the happy people on the beach.”
She squints as though having found a strange sea creature. “Do you make conversation with all the girls in string bikinis? Or is it my eyes that attract you? I’m probably not your type. I’m a shy girl. You, on the other hand, are bold. But really I’m quite a boring person. There are plenty of other beauties to court. Hey, look at that one in...
My beach quest lands me with a redhead whose eyes speak of loneliness. “Is this your first time to the island? It’s Mississippi’s paradise. The water is crystal clear. Just look at all the happy people on the beach.”
She squints as though having found a strange sea creature. “Do you make conversation with all the girls in string bikinis? Or is it my eyes that attract you? I’m probably not your type. I’m a shy girl. You, on the other hand, are bold. But really I’m quite a boring person. There are plenty of other beauties to court. Hey, look at that one in...
#romantic
#sea
#beach
#sensual
#crush
19 reads
4 Comments
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Published
7th Jul 2020 6:19am
7th Jul 2020 6:19am
Orange Grove
Orange Grove
My lover woman, Rowena is upgrading her R.N. license to a Nurse Practitioner. I am studying for my B.S. in hotel, restaurant, and tourism. We enrolled to wait until the job market improves.
Rowena and I take a job harvesting oranges in Plaquemines Parish down the river from New Orleans. We need extra cash between semesters. We bask in an Indian Summer day. I breathe in the fragrance of oranges on this December afternoon. Our sun-kissed bodies pass ghostlike through the grove. We giggle with delight under bright blue skies. Birds sail overhead, their...
My lover woman, Rowena is upgrading her R.N. license to a Nurse Practitioner. I am studying for my B.S. in hotel, restaurant, and tourism. We enrolled to wait until the job market improves.
Rowena and I take a job harvesting oranges in Plaquemines Parish down the river from New Orleans. We need extra cash between semesters. We bask in an Indian Summer day. I breathe in the fragrance of oranges on this December afternoon. Our sun-kissed bodies pass ghostlike through the grove. We giggle with delight under bright blue skies. Birds sail overhead, their...
#dreams
#morning
#night
#spiritual
#sensual
14 reads
2 Comments
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Published
30th Jun 2020 2:31am
30th Jun 2020 2:31am
We’ll Always Have Spanish Harlem
We’ll Always Have Spanish Harlem
“What would you like today, Mr. John?”
“What I want isn’t on the menu.”
“You mean me?”
“Give me a shot of mezcal with the worm, dead or alive.”
She hovers. “For your information, there are no live worms in our mezcal. Don’t believe what you see in the movies. And we haven’t gotten our liquor license yet. Mr. John, what do you do for fun other than impersonating a bad hombre?”
“I write.”
My unexpected answer is translated upon traveling from her ear to her brain as...
“What would you like today, Mr. John?”
“What I want isn’t on the menu.”
“You mean me?”
“Give me a shot of mezcal with the worm, dead or alive.”
She hovers. “For your information, there are no live worms in our mezcal. Don’t believe what you see in the movies. And we haven’t gotten our liquor license yet. Mr. John, what do you do for fun other than impersonating a bad hombre?”
“I write.”
My unexpected answer is translated upon traveling from her ear to her brain as...
#love
#romantic
#funny
#sensual
#crush
56 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2020 5:47am
27th Jun 2020 5:47am
Nuevo Laredo - Rewrite
Nuevo Laredo
Wife’s bodhisattva halo embraces the nativity
of a Mesoamerican Madonna holding her baby
in a circle of love.
Beatified in luminescence
Ascetic body lost to hunger
Golden daughter of creation whose son shines
Like the gold-leafed pages
In her book of divine love
His nursery rhyme eyes
Are a shanty-town of tears
Mother’s milk-less breasts grieve
In prophetic yearning for son’s rebirth
My beloved’s heartbeats are a pulsar
As her soul synchronizes
With the celestial harmony
Of maternal love...
Wife’s bodhisattva halo embraces the nativity
of a Mesoamerican Madonna holding her baby
in a circle of love.
Beatified in luminescence
Ascetic body lost to hunger
Golden daughter of creation whose son shines
Like the gold-leafed pages
In her book of divine love
His nursery rhyme eyes
Are a shanty-town of tears
Mother’s milk-less breasts grieve
In prophetic yearning for son’s rebirth
My beloved’s heartbeats are a pulsar
As her soul synchronizes
With the celestial harmony
Of maternal love...
#love
#mother
#children
#food
#homelessness
36 reads
4 Comments
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Published
24th Jun 2020 4:50am
24th Jun 2020 4:50am
Holly the Uber Driver – Dream Story
Holly the Uber Driver
Holly my hairstylist becomes an uber driver to make extra cash while her studio is closed due to the virus.
One day she is driving me around town. I ask her, “Can you drive me without a destination just to get out of the house?”
She grins and giggles, “No, because I’m so gorgeous and sexy you might read the special favor as flirting and get a crush...
Holly my hairstylist becomes an uber driver to make extra cash while her studio is closed due to the virus.
One day she is driving me around town. I ask her, “Can you drive me without a destination just to get out of the house?”
She grins and giggles, “No, because I’m so gorgeous and sexy you might read the special favor as flirting and get a crush...
#beauty
#city
#crush #sexy
#crush #sexy
43 reads
6 Comments
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Published
23rd Jun 2020 2:55pm
23rd Jun 2020 2:55pm
Ring of Centuries Inn
Ring of Centuries Inn
While walking down Decatur Street, I see a woman lying in the grass in Jackson Square. She fascinates me. The freedom of youth sweeps me away and so I watch her.
It is a bright sunny September day. There are cool breezes off the river as she lays in her summer dress, with her thighs and back bare, and sunbathing in the grass. My view is of her lying on her side while looking across the fresh green grass at the bright orange marigolds which fill her little corner of Jackson Square.
She looks up at the black iron...
While walking down Decatur Street, I see a woman lying in the grass in Jackson Square. She fascinates me. The freedom of youth sweeps me away and so I watch her.
It is a bright sunny September day. There are cool breezes off the river as she lays in her summer dress, with her thighs and back bare, and sunbathing in the grass. My view is of her lying on her side while looking across the fresh green grass at the bright orange marigolds which fill her little corner of Jackson Square.
She looks up at the black iron...
#marriage
#romantic
#dreams
#rebirth
#sensual
43 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Jun 2020 8:59pm
17th Jun 2020 8:59pm
A Scribner’s Tale
A Scribner’s Tale
Brooke says, “John when you told me about those bitches from the previous agency who took the belt to you I cried for you. Just thinking of what that tough leather on your soft bottom must have felt like made me wince. John, know that I will never try to force you into a career mold by brute force.”
“Brooke, you have my complete cooperation in all things job related and otherwise.”
“John, I know we usually meet at the coffee shop. But for me to understand your book clearly I need quiet. So this time let me take you to my apartment...
Brooke says, “John when you told me about those bitches from the previous agency who took the belt to you I cried for you. Just thinking of what that tough leather on your soft bottom must have felt like made me wince. John, know that I will never try to force you into a career mold by brute force.”
“Brooke, you have my complete cooperation in all things job related and otherwise.”
“John, I know we usually meet at the coffee shop. But for me to understand your book clearly I need quiet. So this time let me take you to my apartment...
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#LifeAsAWriter
#sensual
84 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2020 11:31am
13th Jun 2020 11:31am
Bohemian Chic
Bohemian Chic Poem
They live on the sidelines
of the yuppiedom depicted in Hollywood blockbusters
where people dream big
but eat ramen noodle soup at night
while drinking the broth
to sustain them in their hungry hustle.
These barista babes choose chicory over arabica
like a priest putting cheap wine in the chalice
when tithes are poor and his vestments threadbare
like the jeans on a hipster
once a fashion statement but now baggy
from a diet of ramen noodle soup
whose odes to youth become a legacy
of ink...
They live on the sidelines
of the yuppiedom depicted in Hollywood blockbusters
where people dream big
but eat ramen noodle soup at night
while drinking the broth
to sustain them in their hungry hustle.
These barista babes choose chicory over arabica
like a priest putting cheap wine in the chalice
when tithes are poor and his vestments threadbare
like the jeans on a hipster
once a fashion statement but now baggy
from a diet of ramen noodle soup
whose odes to youth become a legacy
of ink...
#love
#romantic
#coffee
#WritingPoetry
#poverty
51 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Jun 2020 5:19am
10th Jun 2020 5:19am
Reining in the Wild Appaloosa - Rewrite
Reining in the Wild Appaloosa
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
“No...
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
“No...
#mother
#dialogue
#son
77 reads
4 Comments
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Published
4th Jun 2020 11:16pm
4th Jun 2020 11:16pm
Black Cross for a Penitent Angel
Black Cross for a Penitent Angel
With only a master’s degree in music, I am lucky to land an instructor job at my local junior college. I am an instructor for these acolytes of the baroque masters of melody. Young pianist, flutist, and organist birth notes on high with fingers on fire. This is a two-year college where young Olympians excel. During their practice sessions, I just melt in my soma zone while the students strum my heart with the...
With only a master’s degree in music, I am lucky to land an instructor job at my local junior college. I am an instructor for these acolytes of the baroque masters of melody. Young pianist, flutist, and organist birth notes on high with fingers on fire. This is a two-year college where young Olympians excel. During their practice sessions, I just melt in my soma zone while the students strum my heart with the...
#loneliness
#teens
#friendship
#school
#LifeGoals
77 reads
6 Comments
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