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
Today 5:50pm
Today 5:50pm
Reflections On Thrift Store Heels
Reflections On Thrift Store Heels
One rainy night she comes in a madras summer dress. I pick her up by the roadside where she hitchhikes on a lonely Louisiana highway in the sugar cane fields. “Hey, mister can you give me a lift?”
“Hop on in. What brought you out in this kind of weather?”
“Oh, my ex dropped me off by the side of the road.”
“I could swear I know you from somewhere.”
She replies, “No, but I sure wish I’d met you before that jerk of a guy I was with before. How come I never met a guy like you who is willing to give a girl, a total...
One rainy night she comes in a madras summer dress. I pick her up by the roadside where she hitchhikes on a lonely Louisiana highway in the sugar cane fields. “Hey, mister can you give me a lift?”
“Hop on in. What brought you out in this kind of weather?”
“Oh, my ex dropped me off by the side of the road.”
“I could swear I know you from somewhere.”
She replies, “No, but I sure wish I’d met you before that jerk of a guy I was with before. How come I never met a guy like you who is willing to give a girl, a total...
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#pagan
#witches
#seductive
3 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2023 2:52am
3rd Feb 2023 2:52am
Midnight Paradox
Midnight Paradox
Eyebrows penciled in sharp scimitars
Of midnight sultana whose Venus marbles
Peer-like orbs from paradise
Past lashes that whip male dreams
With stolen lipstick trails
That gather frozen roses
Like cool menthol flowers
Whose petals pump love
Between pages of a memory book
Deep in trance beat
To the tune of occult chants
While roseate pentagrams blossom
In tresses born to fly
Eyebrows penciled in sharp scimitars
Of midnight sultana whose Venus marbles
Peer-like orbs from paradise
Past lashes that whip male dreams
With stolen lipstick trails
That gather frozen roses
Like cool menthol flowers
Whose petals pump love
Between pages of a memory book
Deep in trance beat
To the tune of occult chants
While roseate pentagrams blossom
In tresses born to fly
#romantic
#erotic
#beauty
#sensual
#surreal
40 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
2nd Jan 2023 9:51pm
2nd Jan 2023 9:51pm
New Orleans, New Year, 2023
1
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
#lesbian
#erotic
#sensual
#bisexual
#seductive
121 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jan 2023 4:06am
1st Jan 2023 4:06am
Headphones
Headphones
Auburn river splashes down camellia cheeks
But she soaks in bath of psychedelia
Like a rose petal tub of naked sound
Flowing between headphone ears
In deepening seventies groove
Of feminine pink aura
Whose nude melody is sunken softness
When the fidelity gets her high
Like the cotton candy of FM
That melts in her moan
While the candied apple world
Spins her into a music vortex
Born of her own body
And time cartwheels backward
Auburn river splashes down camellia cheeks
But she soaks in bath of psychedelia
Like a rose petal tub of naked sound
Flowing between headphone ears
In deepening seventies groove
Of feminine pink aura
Whose nude melody is sunken softness
When the fidelity gets her high
Like the cotton candy of FM
That melts in her moan
While the candied apple world
Spins her into a music vortex
Born of her own body
And time cartwheels backward
#beauty
#dreams
#music
#meditation
#sensual
70 reads
3 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
25th Dec 2022 1:11am
25th Dec 2022 1:11am
Honduran Angel
Honduran Angel
“You haven’t cast your shadow in our doorway in two years. But it is Christmas and you are my gift.”
“If I’d waited any longer it might have been too late.”
“You mean I might have moved on. Trust me, I am part of the furniture here. There is no chance of me leaving.”
“No, I meant there is a chance that I might move from this earth.”
“Don’t tell me you would off yourself. You should never have left me. I heal your mind.”
“That never crossed my mind. I have a lump on my forearm.”
“My Mom was a...
“You haven’t cast your shadow in our doorway in two years. But it is Christmas and you are my gift.”
“If I’d waited any longer it might have been too late.”
“You mean I might have moved on. Trust me, I am part of the furniture here. There is no chance of me leaving.”
“No, I meant there is a chance that I might move from this earth.”
“Don’t tell me you would off yourself. You should never have left me. I heal your mind.”
“That never crossed my mind. I have a lump on my forearm.”
“My Mom was a...
#romantic
#dreams
#food
#crush
#cancer
68 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Dec 2022 11:35pm
22nd Dec 2022 11:35pm
Winter Coffee Love
Winter Coffee Love
Her luster is that of a mother of pearl but her eyes are dark as the Black Madonna painting in a Polish monastery of his wife who waits on a night when the air is heavy with coffee.
“This commissary is solely for coffee and pastries. We don’t serve square meals. But wait until I get off duty and I’ll whip you up a dinner fit for a king.”
“For a moment I forgot where I was. Even though you are my wife here I am your patron to be treated as such.”
“Well, part of my job description is to check the patrons for...
Her luster is that of a mother of pearl but her eyes are dark as the Black Madonna painting in a Polish monastery of his wife who waits on a night when the air is heavy with coffee.
“This commissary is solely for coffee and pastries. We don’t serve square meals. But wait until I get off duty and I’ll whip you up a dinner fit for a king.”
“For a moment I forgot where I was. Even though you are my wife here I am your patron to be treated as such.”
“Well, part of my job description is to check the patrons for...
#wife
#marriage
#coffee
#sensual
#dystopian
84 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2022 8:28pm
20th Dec 2022 8:28pm
Abundant Life
Abundant Life
Passing through nameless West Texas towns
The neon sign of a motel flashes vacant
Inside a reprieve from the cold road
The endless asphalt stretching forward
Like a jet trail through the dark sea of land
Inside warm myself by the heater
Listening to TV evangelists
Sermonizing apocalypse
Across the electrified airwaves
Sitting in the motel restaurant
I dig into thick hamburgers
Listening to Hank Williams crooning
Your cheatin heart
Walking across the parking lot,
A teenage...
Passing through nameless West Texas towns
The neon sign of a motel flashes vacant
Inside a reprieve from the cold road
The endless asphalt stretching forward
Like a jet trail through the dark sea of land
Inside warm myself by the heater
Listening to TV evangelists
Sermonizing apocalypse
Across the electrified airwaves
Sitting in the motel restaurant
I dig into thick hamburgers
Listening to Hank Williams crooning
Your cheatin heart
Walking across the parking lot,
A teenage...
#America
#travel
#SelfReflection
#nostalgia
#meditation
72 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Dec 2022 11:29pm
17th Dec 2022 11:29pm
Her Sun
Her Sun
She fire in blue eyelash orbs
Wishing upon a supernova
Whose crimson star marks her
With tresses born into heat and flame
That brand sweet mercy on papyrus flesh
With signet secret of ruby flower
Found deep below the summer sun
Where swollen orange languishes lovingly
She fire in blue eyelash orbs
Wishing upon a supernova
Whose crimson star marks her
With tresses born into heat and flame
That brand sweet mercy on papyrus flesh
With signet secret of ruby flower
Found deep below the summer sun
Where swollen orange languishes lovingly
#lust
#erotic
#beauty
#sensual
#passion
142 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2022 1:30am
17th Dec 2022 1:30am
Golden Gate Mists
Golden Gate Mists
Golden Gate Park arches
Into timeless breakfast
Where the thirties slumber
Over English muffins and OJ
Her visage a wrinkled clock
When we talk the clouds part in her eyes
And her memories surface like the rainbow
of a cresting dolphin
As I help her remember her life
And her travels are a hope renewed
Shared over blackberry jam and toast
Her eyes zero in on me
While flower petals
From the blue sea of sky
Are her word shower
That I sprinkle into the land
Of Vietnam...
Golden Gate Park arches
Into timeless breakfast
Where the thirties slumber
Over English muffins and OJ
Her visage a wrinkled clock
When we talk the clouds part in her eyes
And her memories surface like the rainbow
of a cresting dolphin
As I help her remember her life
And her travels are a hope renewed
Shared over blackberry jam and toast
Her eyes zero in on me
While flower petals
From the blue sea of sky
Are her word shower
That I sprinkle into the land
Of Vietnam...
#friendship
#food
#memories
#aging
#nostalgia
50 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Dec 2022 6:07am
16th Dec 2022 6:07am
Haight/Ashbury
Haight/Ashbury
Haight Street Long Gone Past Ashbury
Where the purple crowd gathers
For a convocation of beggars
One holds alms cap for coins
Fresh from the heavenly mint
Hoping for Sacagawea’s progeny
As silver dollars emancipated from the pockets
Of passersby on the road to Highway miles
Where a pouch
Hangs on a stick for luck of Louisiana
“I have purple and gold in my mind”
His Baton Rouge mind blitz
Borrows my billfold
Into an opening
That unfolds like a memory
Of terracotta roofs
But his beatific...
Haight Street Long Gone Past Ashbury
Where the purple crowd gathers
For a convocation of beggars
One holds alms cap for coins
Fresh from the heavenly mint
Hoping for Sacagawea’s progeny
As silver dollars emancipated from the pockets
Of passersby on the road to Highway miles
Where a pouch
Hangs on a stick for luck of Louisiana
“I have purple and gold in my mind”
His Baton Rouge mind blitz
Borrows my billfold
Into an opening
That unfolds like a memory
Of terracotta roofs
But his beatific...
#happiness
#city
#homelessness #surreal
#homelessness #surreal
46 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Dec 2022 00:47am
16th Dec 2022 00:47am
Artemis
Artemis
Deep fire blue
Of Gaia's ocean from the moon
Where Luna laughs on the dark side
With Chantilly lipstick prism lace
Whose rainbow is the crescent earthrise
That Luna lassoes in fiery tresses
Like a sliver of night
In the tentacle trance of Medusa Mysticism
Deep fire blue
Of Gaia's ocean from the moon
Where Luna laughs on the dark side
With Chantilly lipstick prism lace
Whose rainbow is the crescent earthrise
That Luna lassoes in fiery tresses
Like a sliver of night
In the tentacle trance of Medusa Mysticism
#women
#erotic
#moon
#mythology
#sensual
81 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Dec 2022 3:21am
14th Dec 2022 3:21am
Dragon Lady
Dragon Lady
Ripple of red velvet tresses
A Merlot Monet in deep flow
Dangling on the edge of forever
Where kimono blues dip like her tongue
Onto shore of silken skin that burns
With the heat of heavenly desire
Blown by crimson lipstick flames
With habitable earth fire
Of aquamarine orbs floating in camellia sea
Whose petals are surf for dragon lady’s magic
Ripple of red velvet tresses
A Merlot Monet in deep flow
Dangling on the edge of forever
Where kimono blues dip like her tongue
Onto shore of silken skin that burns
With the heat of heavenly desire
Blown by crimson lipstick flames
With habitable earth fire
Of aquamarine orbs floating in camellia sea
Whose petals are surf for dragon lady’s magic
#erotic
#beauty
#magic
#sensual
#seductive
85 reads
0 Comments
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