Submissions by goldenmyst
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Goldenmyst, 53 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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Bachelorette Party for a Married Woman
Bachelorette Party for a Married Woman
My fidelity to my wife is impeccable. Were Bathsheba herself to offer herself naked to me for just one night of debauchery even a single evening would be too much. Then one fateful day I am called off by my boss for a business trip across the Atlantic. Though I trust my wife my night dreams are of her in the arms of a prince. So I phone her girlfriend and request that she stay with Miriam just for a week to ensure her safety and bring her comfort while I am away. Miriam assures me that my wife Helen will meet no misfortune during my...
My fidelity to my wife is impeccable. Were Bathsheba herself to offer herself naked to me for just one night of debauchery even a single evening would be too much. Then one fateful day I am called off by my boss for a business trip across the Atlantic. Though I trust my wife my night dreams are of her in the arms of a prince. So I phone her girlfriend and request that she stay with Miriam just for a week to ensure her safety and bring her comfort while I am away. Miriam assures me that my wife Helen will meet no misfortune during my...
#wife
#husband
#girlfriend #marriage
#girlfriend #marriage
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Published
18th Jul 2019 10:57pm
18th Jul 2019 10:57pm
The Story of the Three Sisters
The Story of the Three Sisters
Three sisters try not to compete with each other but can’t help but try to get ahead in this capitalist economy. Yet, even with good jobs, there is something missing in their lives. Finally, the youngest sister lands her dreamboat at a convention for cosmetics. An up and coming executive in the makeup industry takes her out and proposes to her. He is charming and decent in every respect. The other two sisters are jealous. They predict divorce and unhappiness for the newlyweds. But to the envious sister’s chagrin,...
Three sisters try not to compete with each other but can’t help but try to get ahead in this capitalist economy. Yet, even with good jobs, there is something missing in their lives. Finally, the youngest sister lands her dreamboat at a convention for cosmetics. An up and coming executive in the makeup industry takes her out and proposes to her. He is charming and decent in every respect. The other two sisters are jealous. They predict divorce and unhappiness for the newlyweds. But to the envious sister’s chagrin,...
#jealousy
#children
#birth #money
#birth #money
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Published
17th Jul 2019 6:06am
17th Jul 2019 6:06am
Rudabeh and John
Rudabeh and John
John enters the Langenstein’s grocery store and picks up a loaf of French bread. It is straight out of the oven and his mouth waters. He feels something brush against his derriere. A woman in jeans touches him on the shoulder. Her face glows with warmth, a feminine aura that envelopes him. She says, “Sorry I bumped you. These aisles are so narrow.”
John replies, “Hey, no problem.”
He forgets to put down the bread continuing to hold it between the two of them. She stands there squeezing the long soft loaf, inhaling the sweet scent....
John enters the Langenstein’s grocery store and picks up a loaf of French bread. It is straight out of the oven and his mouth waters. He feels something brush against his derriere. A woman in jeans touches him on the shoulder. Her face glows with warmth, a feminine aura that envelopes him. She says, “Sorry I bumped you. These aisles are so narrow.”
John replies, “Hey, no problem.”
He forgets to put down the bread continuing to hold it between the two of them. She stands there squeezing the long soft loaf, inhaling the sweet scent....
#love
#sex
#erotic #sensual
#erotic #sensual
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Published
16th Jul 2019 4:40am
16th Jul 2019 4:40am
Catnip and Mistletoe
Catnip and Mistletoe
I meet Shari in a bar in the warehouse district of New Orleans. Her bare midriff is illustrated with henna and her black lipstick completes her Goth look. The Stygian hue of her lips entices me to follow her even into Hades. She says, “Are you looking for a companion at the raves or a feathery woman to tickle you at night. I can do rough or soft, you pick.”
I reply, “There is a zip to those nose rings which is undeniable. Given half a chance you could have my hair dyed purple and a ring to rub my zipper from behind.” ...
I meet Shari in a bar in the warehouse district of New Orleans. Her bare midriff is illustrated with henna and her black lipstick completes her Goth look. The Stygian hue of her lips entices me to follow her even into Hades. She says, “Are you looking for a companion at the raves or a feathery woman to tickle you at night. I can do rough or soft, you pick.”
I reply, “There is a zip to those nose rings which is undeniable. Given half a chance you could have my hair dyed purple and a ring to rub my zipper from behind.” ...
#women
#motherhood
#gothic #vampires
#gothic #vampires
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Published
15th Jul 2019 7:46am
15th Jul 2019 7:46am
Hired Help
Hired Help
Ruby’s father left me an equal inheritance in spite of me not being family but rather his lawn man. Her father thought of me as the son he never had.
Ruby hangs her clothes on a line in her backyard which my back porch faces. I call to her, “Hey Gal, why pay rent? My place has a spare room just waiting for you.”
She replies, “You will always be the lawn guy in my book, never my Pop’s son. Now quit looking at me.”
I say, “Why did you lease your place next door?”
She replies, “I wanted to be reminded of what a jerk my father was to...
Ruby’s father left me an equal inheritance in spite of me not being family but rather his lawn man. Her father thought of me as the son he never had.
Ruby hangs her clothes on a line in her backyard which my back porch faces. I call to her, “Hey Gal, why pay rent? My place has a spare room just waiting for you.”
She replies, “You will always be the lawn guy in my book, never my Pop’s son. Now quit looking at me.”
I say, “Why did you lease your place next door?”
She replies, “I wanted to be reminded of what a jerk my father was to...
#romantic
#sexy
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Published
14th Jul 2019 6:08pm
14th Jul 2019 6:08pm
Felecia and John
Felecia and John
She is a fashion designer in New York City whose dresses are worn by socialites who navigate in circles of the wannabe nouveau monied. But she provides them the illusion of glamour and glitz. I have known her since childhood but when she invites me to dance with these snobs my response is to inform her of my personality traits which would preclude mixing in such a crowd. She brushes aside my protestation with a “You’ll have a ball. You won’t need to mingle too much. We’ll disco dance so you can put aside your worries.”
I enter the...
She is a fashion designer in New York City whose dresses are worn by socialites who navigate in circles of the wannabe nouveau monied. But she provides them the illusion of glamour and glitz. I have known her since childhood but when she invites me to dance with these snobs my response is to inform her of my personality traits which would preclude mixing in such a crowd. She brushes aside my protestation with a “You’ll have a ball. You won’t need to mingle too much. We’ll disco dance so you can put aside your worries.”
I enter the...
#love
#romantic
#city
30 reads
5 Comments
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Published
12th Jul 2019 11:56pm
12th Jul 2019 11:56pm
Vagrant in the House of Women
Vagrant in the House of Women
I sleep in sodium light shadows. There, whiskey weary souls expire like angels in the fetid night air. Their cardiac cauldrons pump like lovers in a final tryst.
On Christmas Eve the Soup Kitchen runs out of meals. The last cup of milk is served. I am a bewildered hobo who roams the storefronts in search of Yuletide generosity from restaurant owners. When I round a corner, an angel holds my hand and opens her van door.
My heavenly companion gives me a derriere boost and I feel the warmth of her hand through my...
I sleep in sodium light shadows. There, whiskey weary souls expire like angels in the fetid night air. Their cardiac cauldrons pump like lovers in a final tryst.
On Christmas Eve the Soup Kitchen runs out of meals. The last cup of milk is served. I am a bewildered hobo who roams the storefronts in search of Yuletide generosity from restaurant owners. When I round a corner, an angel holds my hand and opens her van door.
My heavenly companion gives me a derriere boost and I feel the warmth of her hand through my...
#women
#marriage
#spiritual #sensual
#spiritual #sensual
21 reads
2 Comments
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Published
11th Jul 2019 11:09pm
11th Jul 2019 11:09pm
Conversation Best Not Overheard
Conversation Best Not Overheard
Way out in the boondocks down Barataria Boulevard in Marrero you can hear the Gators at night. Out here in the boonies, big rigs blow their horns for little boys who dream of one day being truckers. This is where New Orleans sophistication turns countrified.
We are at “Where Ya At Pizzeria” The place is made from a converted warehouse and surrounded by empty lots of abandoned boatyards.
My wife’s best friend, Darlene, tells me that her daughter is working on her masters at the University of New Orleans. Brandy left her...
Way out in the boondocks down Barataria Boulevard in Marrero you can hear the Gators at night. Out here in the boonies, big rigs blow their horns for little boys who dream of one day being truckers. This is where New Orleans sophistication turns countrified.
We are at “Where Ya At Pizzeria” The place is made from a converted warehouse and surrounded by empty lots of abandoned boatyards.
My wife’s best friend, Darlene, tells me that her daughter is working on her masters at the University of New Orleans. Brandy left her...
#marriage
#betrayal
#food #sexy
#food #sexy
23 reads
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Published
11th Jul 2019 6:24pm
11th Jul 2019 6:24pm
Her Breakfast Kisses Are His 401k
Her Breakfast Kisses Are His 401k
I play second fiddle to a saxophonist who remembers the tenormen of old who made the sax wail like the women they loved. One night we do a gig on Frenchmen’s Street in a club called the “Wharf Stompers Club.” The crowd shouts like it is Mardi Gras on Canal Street. Each jazz set eggs them on until the music is drowned out by the yelling. But that doesn’t put a dent in the throaty madness which is the sign of a gig well done. Deep in the crowd, a shrill scream erupts and the men part like the Red Sea as the young woman pushes...
I play second fiddle to a saxophonist who remembers the tenormen of old who made the sax wail like the women they loved. One night we do a gig on Frenchmen’s Street in a club called the “Wharf Stompers Club.” The crowd shouts like it is Mardi Gras on Canal Street. Each jazz set eggs them on until the music is drowned out by the yelling. But that doesn’t put a dent in the throaty madness which is the sign of a gig well done. Deep in the crowd, a shrill scream erupts and the men part like the Red Sea as the young woman pushes...
#love
#romantic
#music #alcohol
#music #alcohol
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Published
11th Jul 2019 6:04am
11th Jul 2019 6:04am
Camp Street Bums
Camp Street Bums
We were known as the Camp Street bums of New Orleans. But we were married in the eyes of God. No one could take away the bonds that held us together. When the day came to an end and we’d filled our alms bags we poured our coins into the one bag we called our bank. Never did we bother to count how much each of us had gathered. What was mine was hers and visa versa.
But our age was catching up with us. We both had reached our golden seventies and late ones at that. So our pleading wasn’t as energetic as it was in our youth. That is the drawback of being...
We were known as the Camp Street bums of New Orleans. But we were married in the eyes of God. No one could take away the bonds that held us together. When the day came to an end and we’d filled our alms bags we poured our coins into the one bag we called our bank. Never did we bother to count how much each of us had gathered. What was mine was hers and visa versa.
But our age was catching up with us. We both had reached our golden seventies and late ones at that. So our pleading wasn’t as energetic as it was in our youth. That is the drawback of being...
#love
#nature
#aging #poverty
#aging #poverty
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Published
7th Jul 2019 2:36am
7th Jul 2019 2:36am
Fly Me Home, My Love
Fly Me Home, My Love
One summer we go sea kayaking off Anglesey to feel at home again. We are accompanied by a pod of Orcas on our journey. Then a mighty wind blows us out to sea until our boats spin in the water with us frantically trying to regain control with our oars. A waterspout forms and pulls us heavenward until we are dropped onto an island in the sky. There we are greeted by eight-foot-tall people each with the muscular strength of five athletes. So muscle-bound females carry my wife and me to a castle made of teak wood. Once we are safely inside we are...
One summer we go sea kayaking off Anglesey to feel at home again. We are accompanied by a pod of Orcas on our journey. Then a mighty wind blows us out to sea until our boats spin in the water with us frantically trying to regain control with our oars. A waterspout forms and pulls us heavenward until we are dropped onto an island in the sky. There we are greeted by eight-foot-tall people each with the muscular strength of five athletes. So muscle-bound females carry my wife and me to a castle made of teak wood. Once we are safely inside we are...
#love
#romantic
#dreams #mythology
#dreams #mythology
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Published
6th Jul 2019 5:47am
6th Jul 2019 5:47am
Tea Party At the Edge of Forever
Tea Party At the Edge of Forever
The madhouse is as mythical for us as the sunken continent of Atlantis. But I am prone to seizures like a drunk gets the shakes. So one blessed day I find myself in the midst of epilepsy blackout which is like a rabbit hole which even the March Hare couldn’t find his way out of. Then my brain climbs out of its cave with the crawl of a spelunker who follows a map to nowhere. This is especially true because I make a wrong turn on the way up. There I find myself at the wackiest tea party in the universe. I am an unlucky sort of fellow because the...
The madhouse is as mythical for us as the sunken continent of Atlantis. But I am prone to seizures like a drunk gets the shakes. So one blessed day I find myself in the midst of epilepsy blackout which is like a rabbit hole which even the March Hare couldn’t find his way out of. Then my brain climbs out of its cave with the crawl of a spelunker who follows a map to nowhere. This is especially true because I make a wrong turn on the way up. There I find myself at the wackiest tea party in the universe. I am an unlucky sort of fellow because the...
#love
#romantic
#dreams #surreal
#dreams #surreal
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