Submissions by goldenmyst
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"My muse changes clothes at the drop of a hat" Goldenmyst, 59 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
12th Dec 2024 11:53pm
12th Dec 2024 11:53pm
Pastel Angel
#erotic
#river
#seductive
#sensual
#women
84 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2024 2:01am
7th Dec 2024 2:01am
Sirens of the Secretarial Coven
Sirens of the Secretarial Coven
My non-traditional for men job quest
Lands me in the typist’s oasis
Of the secretarial pool of Portland, Maine
I enter the perfumed office parlor
Of the skirted realm
Whose rose-scented atmosphere
Holds hope for the dream job
Of female cohorts
For a young man with great expectations
In the pursuit of happiness
To be found among blouses
Where I am to be administered the typing test
By an instructress introduced by her sister in ink as:
“Don’t worry John, she won’t bite. ...
My non-traditional for men job quest
Lands me in the typist’s oasis
Of the secretarial pool of Portland, Maine
I enter the perfumed office parlor
Of the skirted realm
Whose rose-scented atmosphere
Holds hope for the dream job
Of female cohorts
For a young man with great expectations
In the pursuit of happiness
To be found among blouses
Where I am to be administered the typing test
By an instructress introduced by her sister in ink as:
“Don’t worry John, she won’t bite. ...
#job
#seductive
#sensual
#teens
#women
59 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 1:26am
5th Dec 2024 1:26am
Helen of Troy
Helen of Troy
The crème de menthe of her eyes
Cool as mint chocolate ice cream
With whipped cream complexion
Topped in strawberry tresses
With raspberry lipstick
Painted on her wry smile
Like pomegranate stain
To sweeten a night like tonight
When dreams of her kiss
Float in her blueberry eyes
To melt in the gaze
Of my little boy blues
Witness to her fair Helen of Troy face
Afloat her wine dark Aegean waves
That summon the Odysseus
Hiding in my Ithaca
The crème de menthe of her eyes
Cool as mint chocolate ice cream
With whipped cream complexion
Topped in strawberry tresses
With raspberry lipstick
Painted on her wry smile
Like pomegranate stain
To sweeten a night like tonight
When dreams of her kiss
Float in her blueberry eyes
To melt in the gaze
Of my little boy blues
Witness to her fair Helen of Troy face
Afloat her wine dark Aegean waves
That summon the Odysseus
Hiding in my Ithaca
#beauty
#mythology
#seductive
#sensual
#women
50 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Nov 2024 00:42am
28th Nov 2024 00:42am
Barista Felicity
Barista Felicity
Denim ballerina
With angelic smile halo
Sets peppermint tongued sex flame
On my plutonium heated hearth
With jeans tight as leotards
For her pas de bourrée
When her steamy laughter
Is a chassé for each step
Into the heart of lipstick dreams
When tea is a Dionysian ceremony
Denim ballerina
With angelic smile halo
Sets peppermint tongued sex flame
On my plutonium heated hearth
With jeans tight as leotards
For her pas de bourrée
When her steamy laughter
Is a chassé for each step
Into the heart of lipstick dreams
When tea is a Dionysian ceremony
#beauty
#seductive
#sensual
#tea
#women
84 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Nov 2024 1:59am
26th Nov 2024 1:59am
My Lioness Flickers Between Serengeti Moonbeams
My Lioness Flickers Between Serengeti Moonbeams
Our African vacation starts at a luxury hotel in Nairobi. But I pine for a photographic safari into the Serengeti. Over breakfast, I break some news for Jane. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Jane, I want to take you on a safari into Tanzania. Maybe we’ll have an adventure like in a J.G. Ballard novel.”
She says, “You’re so crazy, but truly we could face off with a pride of lions looking for supper. The signs ain’t good darling. The continental breakfast bar at this hotel is more than enough for me. We can go to the...
Our African vacation starts at a luxury hotel in Nairobi. But I pine for a photographic safari into the Serengeti. Over breakfast, I break some news for Jane. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Jane, I want to take you on a safari into Tanzania. Maybe we’ll have an adventure like in a J.G. Ballard novel.”
She says, “You’re so crazy, but truly we could face off with a pride of lions looking for supper. The signs ain’t good darling. The continental breakfast bar at this hotel is more than enough for me. We can go to the...
#Africa
#love
#marriage
#sensual
#son
56 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2024 11:24pm
4th Nov 2024 11:24pm
When a Woman Hopes
When a Woman Hopes
Tresses dark as prairie loess
with glint of sun diamond
peeking through her smile
Of hope on dust bowl days
When the blues are her sky
But rays of love glow in her heart
On the eve of a horizon clouded
But filled with yonder traces
Of a future-light from her maw maw’s dream
On evenings that wrap around her shoulders
With grandma’s Afghan
Woven in the crisscross of wheat tassels
For the breadbasket of her heart
Tresses dark as prairie loess
with glint of sun diamond
peeking through her smile
Of hope on dust bowl days
When the blues are her sky
But rays of love glow in her heart
On the eve of a horizon clouded
But filled with yonder traces
Of a future-light from her maw maw’s dream
On evenings that wrap around her shoulders
With grandma’s Afghan
Woven in the crisscross of wheat tassels
For the breadbasket of her heart
#America
#dreams
#feminism
#hope
#women
85 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2024 11:57pm
3rd Nov 2024 11:57pm
haiku sensualis
haiku sensualis
diamond eyes
reflect sunshine
lost in dawn
black lace
gown of summer
threaded pearls
dewdrops
miniature worlds
glisten green
skirts
cloak heaven
dark seams
silent sea
of her dreams
ashen waves
October dew
clinging to autumn leaves
little moons
diamond eyes
reflect sunshine
lost in dawn
black lace
gown of summer
threaded pearls
dewdrops
miniature worlds
glisten green
skirts
cloak heaven
dark seams
silent sea
of her dreams
ashen waves
October dew
clinging to autumn leaves
little moons
#beauty
#nature
#sensual #women
#sensual #women
67 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2024 11:53pm
3rd Nov 2024 11:53pm
African muse
African muse
smoky as Abyssinian coffee
aged in a whisky barrel
her heart
dappled
by the tiger balm of summer,
Artemis dawns
komorebi
of my dappled lioness
sun lace
(komorebi, Japanese word for the soothing nature of sunlight filtering through tree leaves.)
lioness
roars in coffee mountains
echoes of Abyssinia
smoky as Abyssinian coffee
aged in a whisky barrel
her heart
dappled
by the tiger balm of summer,
Artemis dawns
komorebi
of my dappled lioness
sun lace
(komorebi, Japanese word for the soothing nature of sunlight filtering through tree leaves.)
lioness
roars in coffee mountains
echoes of Abyssinia
#Africa
#beauty
#mythology
#sensual
#women
67 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
31st Oct 2024 4:37am
31st Oct 2024 4:37am
The Gift of Her Naked Patriotism
#erotic
#lust
#sensual
#soldiers
#women
118 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Oct 2024 3:35am
28th Oct 2024 3:35am
Late Night D&D
Late Night D&D
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
#dialogue
#sensual
#sexy
#threesome
#women
137 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2024 3:12am
28th Oct 2024 3:12am
Priestess of Constantinople
Priestess of Constantinople
Blue scimitars of her Oriental eyes
With auburn brows to match the fire
In her snake eyes
That peer into the prism
Into the heart of a pleasure palace
Where she is an odalisque
Who reclines in lap of Sultan
Adorned in the finest turquoise necklace
Bought from merchant of Petra’s dusty façade
As she traveled by camel on the shifting sands
Only to arrive at the gates of Constantinople
On her journey into a Byzantine labyrinth
Where she is a priestess of love in an antique land
Whose...
Blue scimitars of her Oriental eyes
With auburn brows to match the fire
In her snake eyes
That peer into the prism
Into the heart of a pleasure palace
Where she is an odalisque
Who reclines in lap of Sultan
Adorned in the finest turquoise necklace
Bought from merchant of Petra’s dusty façade
As she traveled by camel on the shifting sands
Only to arrive at the gates of Constantinople
On her journey into a Byzantine labyrinth
Where she is a priestess of love in an antique land
Whose...
#beauty
#historical
#seductive
#sensual
#women
71 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
25th Oct 2024 2:35pm
25th Oct 2024 2:35pm
The Crushed-Velvet Faux-Leather Bourgeois Baby
The Crushed-Velvet Faux-Leather Bourgeois Baby
And we found each other on the streets of Prague in the midst of a spring that rivaled that of ancient Ireland. Yet it was not a season such as Beltane but rather freedom from the polished boots of the Red Star. But when the Soviet tanks rolled in liberty was the rose that found refuge in our boudoir where hearts still blossomed while youth festooned rifle barrels with the flower of peace.
Her eyes were small as raindrops in the mists of dawn as she faced the tanks with the bourgeois decadence of wearing her faux...
And we found each other on the streets of Prague in the midst of a spring that rivaled that of ancient Ireland. Yet it was not a season such as Beltane but rather freedom from the polished boots of the Red Star. But when the Soviet tanks rolled in liberty was the rose that found refuge in our boudoir where hearts still blossomed while youth festooned rifle barrels with the flower of peace.
Her eyes were small as raindrops in the mists of dawn as she faced the tanks with the bourgeois decadence of wearing her faux...
#HumanRights
#love
#rebellion
#romantic
#seductive
102 reads
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