Submissions by goldenmyst
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Goldenmyst, 58 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.”
Turning Summersouls
Turning Summersouls
The nuptial knot is never broken
for lovers who turn
through centuries of summer
in their karmic migrations
across Buddhafields
where they join hands to ascend
on ribbons of Dharma.
The nuptial knot is never broken
for lovers who turn
through centuries of summer
in their karmic migrations
across Buddhafields
where they join hands to ascend
on ribbons of Dharma.
#marriage
#romantic
#Buddhist
#rebirth
#spiritual
285 reads
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Ancestral Passion
Ancestral Passion
Passing through the wilderness of Life
The paths radiate outward in endless spirals
Strange memories lead us on
Through the labyrinth of timeless dreams
The dark sea raging beneath the surface
Hides ancestral spirits
Their voices whisper in unison
Clamoring for a foothold in the waking mind
Sometimes in a quiet moment
When the restless motion of ancient fears
Brims to the surface
We catch a glimpse of the source
The heart of all humanity
The dreamland where shadows play
...
Passing through the wilderness of Life
The paths radiate outward in endless spirals
Strange memories lead us on
Through the labyrinth of timeless dreams
The dark sea raging beneath the surface
Hides ancestral spirits
Their voices whisper in unison
Clamoring for a foothold in the waking mind
Sometimes in a quiet moment
When the restless motion of ancient fears
Brims to the surface
We catch a glimpse of the source
The heart of all humanity
The dreamland where shadows play
...
#Africa
#humankind
#evolution #historical
#evolution #historical
314 reads
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Nesting Ground for Tundra Swans
Nesting Ground for Tundra Swans
Rowena stands in deep contemplation in the greenhouse of Biosphere 2. She sees her golden face afloat in a pool of orange late afternoon light slanting through the crystalline glass. She gazes wistfully at her image reflected in the glass. Waves of her long raven black hair circle her face where her cherubic ruby lips are generous and full. Her lash-hooded dark opal eyes glitter in the reddish sparkles of sunset glaze suspended in the glass. Her elfin face glows in an ethereal aura. Her image, suffused in the luminous...
Rowena stands in deep contemplation in the greenhouse of Biosphere 2. She sees her golden face afloat in a pool of orange late afternoon light slanting through the crystalline glass. She gazes wistfully at her image reflected in the glass. Waves of her long raven black hair circle her face where her cherubic ruby lips are generous and full. Her lash-hooded dark opal eyes glitter in the reddish sparkles of sunset glaze suspended in the glass. Her elfin face glows in an ethereal aura. Her image, suffused in the luminous...
#environment
#mountains
#freedom
#escape
#scifi
393 reads
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Dark Star Child
Dark Star Child
I rode my bike along the neck of land on the eastern edge of Lake Pontchartrain. I breathed the salty air. The fading sunlight cast my shadow on the road. The Chef Menteur Highway near the Rigolets Pass was alive and humming with thousands of insects and seagulls cackling in a symphony that couldn’t be mimicked by man.
My bike light shone through the darkness, making me known to the drivers. Knowing that if a car came curving too far into the shoulder I could be killed made me quiver. Or maybe it was just the cool air rushing by my lithe, young...
I rode my bike along the neck of land on the eastern edge of Lake Pontchartrain. I breathed the salty air. The fading sunlight cast my shadow on the road. The Chef Menteur Highway near the Rigolets Pass was alive and humming with thousands of insects and seagulls cackling in a symphony that couldn’t be mimicked by man.
My bike light shone through the darkness, making me known to the drivers. Knowing that if a car came curving too far into the shoulder I could be killed made me quiver. Or maybe it was just the cool air rushing by my lithe, young...
#romantic
#abuse
#healing #risk
#healing #risk
455 reads
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Guilt and Remorse
Guilt and Remorse
Paul says, “My middle name is trouble. I caused my family no end of heartaches. When I was ten years old I was a pied piper. I led my sister to unload an abandoned car with me. We dumped the contents on our front porch.”
“Ok. You’ve got me interested tell me more.”
“Well, I got her to hide behind a stack of paper towels in the grocery store. Mom went crazy looking for us. We burst out laughing. Dad whipped us good. It wasn’t my sister’s fault. I talked her into it.”
“I like the progression here. What was the worst thing you talked...
Paul says, “My middle name is trouble. I caused my family no end of heartaches. When I was ten years old I was a pied piper. I led my sister to unload an abandoned car with me. We dumped the contents on our front porch.”
“Ok. You’ve got me interested tell me more.”
“Well, I got her to hide behind a stack of paper towels in the grocery store. Mom went crazy looking for us. We burst out laughing. Dad whipped us good. It wasn’t my sister’s fault. I talked her into it.”
“I like the progression here. What was the worst thing you talked...
#regret
#sister
#forgiveness
#childhood
#MentalHealth
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Vegan Venus
Vegan Venus
The years gather speed like a locomotive bound for a mountain crest. Our love train rises up the pass like the little engine that could. After over a decade of crossing the great plains of marriage, we find ourselves ascending a notch lush with new growth.
“Honey, it gives me irrepressible joy to pronounce that we kicked your beef-eating habit in the ass. You haven’t eaten red meat for a decade.”
“You make rabbit food taste so savory. Never underestimate the power of a nurse who wields a vegan recipe book.”
“Yes, but you did cheat at the...
The years gather speed like a locomotive bound for a mountain crest. Our love train rises up the pass like the little engine that could. After over a decade of crossing the great plains of marriage, we find ourselves ascending a notch lush with new growth.
“Honey, it gives me irrepressible joy to pronounce that we kicked your beef-eating habit in the ass. You haven’t eaten red meat for a decade.”
“You make rabbit food taste so savory. Never underestimate the power of a nurse who wields a vegan recipe book.”
“Yes, but you did cheat at the...
#marriage
#erotic
#dialogue
#sports
#sexy
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Tinker Bell’s Flight Path to Earth
Tinker Bell’s Flight Path to Earth
I wished I could tell him how all things in nature are related, how we are all part of a larger pattern that is infinite. I wanted him to experience the ecstasy of a love that transcended the material world and encompassed multitudes of worlds. I wanted him to know how sacred every drop of rain, every blade of grass, and every leaf on every tree was. If only he could see the world, as I saw it, immersed in the warm light of heavenly love.
I tried to tell him these things and many more. He immediately sent me to a psychiatrist who...
I wished I could tell him how all things in nature are related, how we are all part of a larger pattern that is infinite. I wanted him to experience the ecstasy of a love that transcended the material world and encompassed multitudes of worlds. I wanted him to know how sacred every drop of rain, every blade of grass, and every leaf on every tree was. If only he could see the world, as I saw it, immersed in the warm light of heavenly love.
I tried to tell him these things and many more. He immediately sent me to a psychiatrist who...
#grief
#marriage
#nature #denial
#nature #denial
309 reads
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Indian Summer in Christmas
Indian Summer in Christmas
She lies on the grass decked in denim with her knees drawn up. Sunlight fills in the space between her legs and softly blesses her zippered flower of womanhood with golden nourishment from the sky. Her head rests upon a patch of leaves as her eyes gaze through the valley between her upraised knees.
The newborn sun peeks through the trees, to become fire obliterating my eyes until all that’s left is heat and flame. I bestride Rosa like a colossus. She looks up to where my blue jeans are so tight that my banana in its hammock clearly points...
She lies on the grass decked in denim with her knees drawn up. Sunlight fills in the space between her legs and softly blesses her zippered flower of womanhood with golden nourishment from the sky. Her head rests upon a patch of leaves as her eyes gaze through the valley between her upraised knees.
The newborn sun peeks through the trees, to become fire obliterating my eyes until all that’s left is heat and flame. I bestride Rosa like a colossus. She looks up to where my blue jeans are so tight that my banana in its hammock clearly points...
#love
#romantic
#erotic #sensual
#erotic #sensual
308 reads
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Hairstylist Goes Masseuse
Hairstylist Goes Masseuse
Molly the hairstylist takes up massage
She blazes a trail of sensuality
Across my chances that were slim
Back when my shoulders
Were the only game in town
Until my posterior becomes a touchpad
That would make any laptop proud
Upon which she signals my libido
With an SOS of the heart:
“Let me be the one touched” she cries
Molly the hairstylist takes up massage
She blazes a trail of sensuality
Across my chances that were slim
Back when my shoulders
Were the only game in town
Until my posterior becomes a touchpad
That would make any laptop proud
Upon which she signals my libido
With an SOS of the heart:
“Let me be the one touched” she cries
#erotic
#sensual
#temptation
249 reads
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Ghosts of the Attakapas
Ghosts of the Attakapas
Over breakfast, I break some news for Rowena. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Rowena, did you ever hear of a Chenier?”
“What Louisiana gal hasn’t heard of Clifton Chenier, King of Zydeco?”
“Sweet pea, a Chenier is a hummock in a marshy region, with stands of evergreen oaks. Don’t feel bad, even here in Louisiana, most people didn’t know about the Cajun Riviera until hurricane Audrey in 1957. I want to take you to alligator country down near the gulf in the Rockefeller Wildlife Refuge, one hundred miles of nothing but...
Over breakfast, I break some news for Rowena. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Rowena, did you ever hear of a Chenier?”
“What Louisiana gal hasn’t heard of Clifton Chenier, King of Zydeco?”
“Sweet pea, a Chenier is a hummock in a marshy region, with stands of evergreen oaks. Don’t feel bad, even here in Louisiana, most people didn’t know about the Cajun Riviera until hurricane Audrey in 1957. I want to take you to alligator country down near the gulf in the Rockefeller Wildlife Refuge, one hundred miles of nothing but...
#love
#romantic
#sex
#erotic
#historical
309 reads
2 Comments
Ancient Lovers
Ancient Lovers
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where a goat herder named Kaldi
first found that the bean was more
than something to be picked
by children for fun.
And she was one of those kids
who gathered magic beans for play
only to learn that marriage
was much more
than a basket full of pretty seeds.
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where a goat herder named Kaldi
first found that the bean was more
than something to be picked
by children for fun.
And she was one of those kids
who gathered magic beans for play
only to learn that marriage
was much more
than a basket full of pretty seeds.
#marriage
#coffee
#mythology
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Saturn's rings rolled into a stogie
Saturn's rings rolled into a stogie
Puff the magic con artist clowns around Magazine Street. He wears pantaloons and tips his stovepipe hat for jelly roll dollars in the New Orleans blues night.
He grabs a flask of whiskey. Then he shysters a couple of tourists with a rendition of Cole Porter’s “Night and Day.” His voice gets gravelly from forty years of smokes. A snowbird lays a ten-dollar bill in his cardboard cache. He tips his hat like a true southern gentleman.
He strolls to St. Charles Avenue for a streetcar ride to Carrollton, where pork bellies and...
Puff the magic con artist clowns around Magazine Street. He wears pantaloons and tips his stovepipe hat for jelly roll dollars in the New Orleans blues night.
He grabs a flask of whiskey. Then he shysters a couple of tourists with a rendition of Cole Porter’s “Night and Day.” His voice gets gravelly from forty years of smokes. A snowbird lays a ten-dollar bill in his cardboard cache. He tips his hat like a true southern gentleman.
He strolls to St. Charles Avenue for a streetcar ride to Carrollton, where pork bellies and...
#depression
#violence
#music #apocalypse
#music #apocalypse
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