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.”
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
25th Oct 2024 2:10pm
25th Oct 2024 2:10pm
Warhol of Love
Warhol of Love
“Your bed sheets are tangled as though you’d just come in from a drunk. You must drink like a fish to have let your bed get into such a disarray.”
“I am a social drinker. Just a glass of Pinot Noir gets me through the night.”
“In the spirit of the women’s temperance society I look askance at men who need alcohol to make their nights placid. Is the liquor a red herring for a deeper existential angst such as a conflict between the id and the superego?”
“Not at all. My self-esteem is just fine why thank you.”
“I see you...
“Your bed sheets are tangled as though you’d just come in from a drunk. You must drink like a fish to have let your bed get into such a disarray.”
“I am a social drinker. Just a glass of Pinot Noir gets me through the night.”
“In the spirit of the women’s temperance society I look askance at men who need alcohol to make their nights placid. Is the liquor a red herring for a deeper existential angst such as a conflict between the id and the superego?”
“Not at all. My self-esteem is just fine why thank you.”
“I see you...
#art
#books
#funny
#learning
#romantic
125 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2024 2:51pm
23rd Oct 2024 2:51pm
Leatherette Angel, Seated
Leatherette Angel, Seated
Eyes small as raindrops
In the April mists of dawn
When faux leather boots
Cover the calves
Of her glacial blues
Her gaze focused like a sunbeam
In a magnifier glass
That burns the paper of my soul
Into a smoking fire
With her derriere the sun,
Seen peeking through clouds
Of denim shorts,
That ignites my passion
With the Siren song of youth
To seduce my soul
As Samhain approaches
In the orchard of dreams
Whose apples are ripe
With the blush of maidenhood
Eyes small as raindrops
In the April mists of dawn
When faux leather boots
Cover the calves
Of her glacial blues
Her gaze focused like a sunbeam
In a magnifier glass
That burns the paper of my soul
Into a smoking fire
With her derriere the sun,
Seen peeking through clouds
Of denim shorts,
That ignites my passion
With the Siren song of youth
To seduce my soul
As Samhain approaches
In the orchard of dreams
Whose apples are ripe
With the blush of maidenhood
#beauty
#coffee
#seductive
#sensual
#women
99 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Sep 2024 2:36am
22nd Sep 2024 2:36am
Ghost of Giselle Haunts the Gallery After Lucifer’s Fire
#apocalypse
#art
#erotic
#love
#sensual
59 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Sep 2024 10:59pm
10th Sep 2024 10:59pm
I Am The Song Of Her Nautilus
I Am The Song
Of Her Nautilus
Sweethearts loiter by the sea in the maritime province of the old country for centuries of sunsets over La Mer until Papa tells Galatea it is time to go to the city and seek her fortune there. But when her shore is engulfed by Neptune’s fury her island is adrift in the waves. Galatea and her man wear only their wedding clothes when like refugees from the lost continent of Atlantis they abandon the sinking land of uncertainty as they step foot upon the terra firma of marriage. But he loves the land more than her and chooses to live on one of...
Of Her Nautilus
Sweethearts loiter by the sea in the maritime province of the old country for centuries of sunsets over La Mer until Papa tells Galatea it is time to go to the city and seek her fortune there. But when her shore is engulfed by Neptune’s fury her island is adrift in the waves. Galatea and her man wear only their wedding clothes when like refugees from the lost continent of Atlantis they abandon the sinking land of uncertainty as they step foot upon the terra firma of marriage. But he loves the land more than her and chooses to live on one of...
#FallingInLove
#love
#mermaids
#scifi
#sea
153 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2024 8:49am
8th Aug 2024 8:49am
Don’t Mess With Her
Don’t Mess With Her
She dares you to even try
To give her a bad hair day
Because she has the 80s girl moxie
Whose feathers you may ruffle
At your own risk
When she scrawls your name
In her scarlet lipstick
On the misty mirror of your heart
Telling you to get lost clown
And your puny male ego
Turns to ashes
Under the blue flame
Of her eyes
She dares you to even try
To give her a bad hair day
Because she has the 80s girl moxie
Whose feathers you may ruffle
At your own risk
When she scrawls your name
In her scarlet lipstick
On the misty mirror of your heart
Telling you to get lost clown
And your puny male ego
Turns to ashes
Under the blue flame
Of her eyes
#anger
#dark
#gothic
#risk
#women
221 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2024 11:38pm
7th Aug 2024 11:38pm
Morning Dance At the Coffee Shop
Morning Dance At the Coffee Shop
Guitar curves
Of her ballerina legato movements
On an air for the G String
With the flowering in her steps
A firebird dance for the rites of spring
That shine in the morning light of her eyes
When her leotards are snug
As the halo of Venus
At the twinkle of dawn
With the cracking of her smile
Like a dark fissure in the ice
Of the Jovian moon, Europa
Guitar curves
Of her ballerina legato movements
On an air for the G String
With the flowering in her steps
A firebird dance for the rites of spring
That shine in the morning light of her eyes
When her leotards are snug
As the halo of Venus
At the twinkle of dawn
With the cracking of her smile
Like a dark fissure in the ice
Of the Jovian moon, Europa
#beauty
#dance
#happiness
#sensual
#women
144 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Aug 2024 1:31am
5th Aug 2024 1:31am
Queen of the French Quarter Midnight Airs
#BDSM
#erotic
#funny
#seductive
#threesome
150 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Jul 2024 11:46pm
20th Jul 2024 11:46pm
Angel of My Lyceum Dreams
Angel of My Lyceum Dreams
Caravansary of souls
Where my tender sprout of youth
Lived after the steam of tears
Misted into ghosts in the crystal ball
Of a womanly vision
For my future dream
Of return to the lost carousel
Of the doctorate dreams
I’d left for dead
The corpse of a hope
So long on life support
Whose plug I’d pulled ...
Caravansary of souls
Where my tender sprout of youth
Lived after the steam of tears
Misted into ghosts in the crystal ball
Of a womanly vision
For my future dream
Of return to the lost carousel
Of the doctorate dreams
I’d left for dead
The corpse of a hope
So long on life support
Whose plug I’d pulled ...
#college
#despair
#dreams
#hope
#women
146 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2024 00:58am
14th Jul 2024 00:58am
pleated haiku
pleated haiku
Pleated magic
of maidenhood
skirt kite
rising sun
of peignoir dawn
morning kiss
silken touch
under satin sheets
summer heat
rose aura
on midnight mattress
dark burgundy
golden apple
glows with spring light
of lemonade
Pleated magic
of maidenhood
skirt kite
rising sun
of peignoir dawn
morning kiss
silken touch
under satin sheets
summer heat
rose aura
on midnight mattress
dark burgundy
golden apple
glows with spring light
of lemonade
#haiku
#seductive
#sensual #women
#sensual #women
129 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2024 00:57am
14th Jul 2024 00:57am
summer lass haiku
summer lass haiku
summer foliage
deep in Aphrodite's delta
enchanted forest
flute magic
of her blown melody
nirvana
bees buzzing
within her secret flower
sweet vibrations
tongued embers
warm confectionary buns
of her love seat
sweet petunia
in his palace of dreams
awakens to blossom
harlequin rose
scents his dreams
with perfumed petals
summer foliage
deep in Aphrodite's delta
enchanted forest
flute magic
of her blown melody
nirvana
bees buzzing
within her secret flower
sweet vibrations
tongued embers
warm confectionary buns
of her love seat
sweet petunia
in his palace of dreams
awakens to blossom
harlequin rose
scents his dreams
with perfumed petals
#haiku
#seductive
#sensual #women
#sensual #women
141 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Jul 2024 3:42am
11th Jul 2024 3:42am
The Hot & Spicy Pavlovian Arousal Test
The Hot & Spicy Pavlovian Arousal Test
Hannah opens, “Well you’ve got us both here, lucky you.”
I reply, “I’m sorry for not following through on the jobs you got for me.”
Hannah explains “It hurts our reputation. When we get you hooked with an employer and you back out the business won’t work with us for other clients.”
Anita instructs, “She’s right, John. If you want us to work with you, you have to follow through.”
Hannah accuses, “John, is...
Hannah opens, “Well you’ve got us both here, lucky you.”
I reply, “I’m sorry for not following through on the jobs you got for me.”
Hannah explains “It hurts our reputation. When we get you hooked with an employer and you back out the business won’t work with us for other clients.”
Anita instructs, “She’s right, John. If you want us to work with you, you have to follow through.”
Hannah accuses, “John, is...
#BDSM
#erotic
#funny
#job
#women
194 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Jul 2024 5:21am
4th Jul 2024 5:21am
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.”
“Like their namesake flower, those belladonnas enticed me with beauty whose touch was poison.”
“What drove them to such cruel measures?”
“They felt like I discredited their program by turning down their job offers which were pathetic for...
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.”
“Like their namesake flower, those belladonnas enticed me with beauty whose touch was poison.”
“What drove them to such cruel measures?”
“They felt like I discredited their program by turning down their job offers which were pathetic for...
#BDSM
#erotic
#healing
#love
#sensual
154 reads
0 Comments
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