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.”
Bewitched On Mars
Bewitched On Mars
Doug asks Rowena, “Have you been to the moon?”
Ro replies, “Yes, I have. My hocus pocus can take me just about anywhere. But I’ve never been to Mars.”
Doug asks, “What stopped you?”
Ro replies, “There are rumors among our coven of interlopers from other star systems who have settled there. Some of them may feel encroached upon by visitors. Hence our head witch has forbidden that planet from our travel itinerary.”
Doug says, “I’ve always wanted to see Mars. Could you take me?”
Ro replies, “One nose...
Doug asks Rowena, “Have you been to the moon?”
Ro replies, “Yes, I have. My hocus pocus can take me just about anywhere. But I’ve never been to Mars.”
Doug asks, “What stopped you?”
Ro replies, “There are rumors among our coven of interlopers from other star systems who have settled there. Some of them may feel encroached upon by visitors. Hence our head witch has forbidden that planet from our travel itinerary.”
Doug says, “I’ve always wanted to see Mars. Could you take me?”
Ro replies, “One nose...
#marriage
#universe
#sexy
#witches
#scifi
457 reads
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Dream 3 24 20
Dream 3 24 20
Her blithe was the only thing contagious
When her laughter
Was the yeast that raised my bread
Without infecting the moment
With itchy moods
Her blithe was the only thing contagious
When her laughter
Was the yeast that raised my bread
Without infecting the moment
With itchy moods
#happiness
#love
#nature #healing
#nature #healing
384 reads
4 Comments
Conception
Conception
My dreams take me to another planet. This is a world where gardens overflow terraces. Double moons shine through pink skies. There a castle stands amidst snowy peaks. The city of our dreams is realized in some distant epoch of time.
There my princess awaits me amidst the star flowers. Her hair flows in waves of silvery curls. Her eyes burn like diamonds, freshly born of the molten rock. Naked as on the day of her creation, her hair is entwined in red and purple blossoms. Her body is lustrous like star light.
Her smile coaxes my soul to migrate into...
My dreams take me to another planet. This is a world where gardens overflow terraces. Double moons shine through pink skies. There a castle stands amidst snowy peaks. The city of our dreams is realized in some distant epoch of time.
There my princess awaits me amidst the star flowers. Her hair flows in waves of silvery curls. Her eyes burn like diamonds, freshly born of the molten rock. Naked as on the day of her creation, her hair is entwined in red and purple blossoms. Her body is lustrous like star light.
Her smile coaxes my soul to migrate into...
#dreams
#lover
#magic
#sensual
#scifi
442 reads
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Shakespearean Twist - Inspirational Rewrite
Shakespearean Twist
She is the priestess with a perk like an espresso served with a lilt to deflect pupil ennui; a sonneteer she sheaves her sentences into bushels with the Bard the main attraction. Except for the two women in their roaring twenties who sit like bookshelves with me the hardback wedged between. The belles thumb through the essay in my lap to glean the gold of an older scholar.
Their ladyfingers leaf through the notebook. With each flutter of paper, their touch penetrates into my zippered ziggurat like cuneiform on my clay rod. Lest my...
She is the priestess with a perk like an espresso served with a lilt to deflect pupil ennui; a sonneteer she sheaves her sentences into bushels with the Bard the main attraction. Except for the two women in their roaring twenties who sit like bookshelves with me the hardback wedged between. The belles thumb through the essay in my lap to glean the gold of an older scholar.
Their ladyfingers leaf through the notebook. With each flutter of paper, their touch penetrates into my zippered ziggurat like cuneiform on my clay rod. Lest my...
#erotic
#sexy
#WilliamShakespeare #college
#WilliamShakespeare #college
508 reads
8 Comments
Mesoamerica on the Bayou - Part Two
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Mesoamerica on the Bayou
Ro says, “This museum has an impressive Pre-Columbian exhibit upstairs. There doesn’t appear to be much of a crowd. Let’s go enjoy a private showing of the Mesoamerican rooms. The primitivism of the Mayan sculpture will provide a good contrast to our museum experience.”
We enter the dimly lit room where horned beasts made of clay greet us. Faces of Mayan people gaze from a lost world. She tells me, “Look at that Sun God figure. No look closer. Gaze into his eyes. You need to squat for a better balance. We wouldn’t...
Mesoamerica on the Bayou
Ro says, “This museum has an impressive Pre-Columbian exhibit upstairs. There doesn’t appear to be much of a crowd. Let’s go enjoy a private showing of the Mesoamerican rooms. The primitivism of the Mayan sculpture will provide a good contrast to our museum experience.”
We enter the dimly lit room where horned beasts made of clay greet us. Faces of Mayan people gaze from a lost world. She tells me, “Look at that Sun God figure. No look closer. Gaze into his eyes. You need to squat for a better balance. We wouldn’t...
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#historical
#sensual
575 reads
4 Comments
Rowena at 18
Rowena at 18
Bewildered by life, I land in an asylum for those of a delicate nature. Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. Rowena and I crash land in the same asylum for those out of touch with consensual reality but in touch with higher planes. In our collaborative high school graduation thesis, Rowena and I propose an alternative approach to conceptual framing. Our essay is a manifesto for reestablishing a dialectic of madness to restore the unbounded voice to the human narrative. Once those in realms beyond reason rejoin...
Bewildered by life, I land in an asylum for those of a delicate nature. Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. Rowena and I crash land in the same asylum for those out of touch with consensual reality but in touch with higher planes. In our collaborative high school graduation thesis, Rowena and I propose an alternative approach to conceptual framing. Our essay is a manifesto for reestablishing a dialectic of madness to restore the unbounded voice to the human narrative. Once those in realms beyond reason rejoin...
#love
#romantic
#funny #MentalHealth
#funny #MentalHealth
435 reads
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Rwanda Bound
Rwanda Bound
Rowena says, “Honey, I don’t want to ruffle your feathers after our romantic night of beer and potato chips over movies. However, do you recall that French was my major in college? In fact, it is my second language.”
Doug replies, “You know I am in complete agreement. We should watch more French movies instead of American cheese. So finally I will set up our satellite TV and we’ll watch Brigitte Bardot to our heart’s content. Of course, you will be my starlet Brigitte will just put us in the mood.”
“What I have in mind will be a cultural...
Rowena says, “Honey, I don’t want to ruffle your feathers after our romantic night of beer and potato chips over movies. However, do you recall that French was my major in college? In fact, it is my second language.”
Doug replies, “You know I am in complete agreement. We should watch more French movies instead of American cheese. So finally I will set up our satellite TV and we’ll watch Brigitte Bardot to our heart’s content. Of course, you will be my starlet Brigitte will just put us in the mood.”
“What I have in mind will be a cultural...
#love
#jealousy
#marriage
#Africa
#peace
414 reads
2 Comments
Post Apocalyptic Museum Lovers
Post Apocalyptic Museum Lovers
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Grecian Urn for Lovers
Morning light creates a chandelier through the cracks in the ceiling that illuminates a Grecian urn displayed in a glass case. Under the soft but insistent light, the pottery is embossed with Apollo pursuing Daphne. His rod is still risen to defy millennia of censorship.
My curious maiden turns my head. While she explores the scene we share our voyeur’s gaze. Her eyes travel the length of his Apollonian manhood giving rise to my own response. Her...
1
Grecian Urn for Lovers
Morning light creates a chandelier through the cracks in the ceiling that illuminates a Grecian urn displayed in a glass case. Under the soft but insistent light, the pottery is embossed with Apollo pursuing Daphne. His rod is still risen to defy millennia of censorship.
My curious maiden turns my head. While she explores the scene we share our voyeur’s gaze. Her eyes travel the length of his Apollonian manhood giving rise to my own response. Her...
#sex
#erotic
#art
#sensual
#BDSM
488 reads
5 Comments
Eros Aims Through the Ashes
Eros Aims Through the Ashes
I gaze down upon the twisted ruins of the once-great metropolis. I see the remnants of humanity wandering, dazed through the wreckage. The yellow dust hovering in the air is so thick I almost choke. The tall buildings stand cracked and fallen in the pale sunlight. I swoop down in my ultralight aircraft and descend, floating like a leaf downward into the city. As I settle down onto the broken asphalt I see a young woman digging in a trash heap and pulling out moldy bread and cans of food. I call out to her offering to share my...
I gaze down upon the twisted ruins of the once-great metropolis. I see the remnants of humanity wandering, dazed through the wreckage. The yellow dust hovering in the air is so thick I almost choke. The tall buildings stand cracked and fallen in the pale sunlight. I swoop down in my ultralight aircraft and descend, floating like a leaf downward into the city. As I settle down onto the broken asphalt I see a young woman digging in a trash heap and pulling out moldy bread and cans of food. I call out to her offering to share my...
#love
#sex
#erotic
#apocalypse
#sensual
468 reads
4 Comments
College Girl Discovers Herself
College Girl Discovers Herself
The priestess says, “Rowena, you are eighteen but have yet to do more than kiss a man. There are enough difficult choices for you at your age, such as what field of study to engage in. Sexual ambiguity just adds to your struggle. But fear not. We have a way to ease your passage into a well defined and clear orientation. Whichever path feels truest we will encourage you to pursue it with all your heart.”
“Well, I kissed a man on the lips and our tongues touched long enough for me to taste the juice from the tamarind he’d just...
The priestess says, “Rowena, you are eighteen but have yet to do more than kiss a man. There are enough difficult choices for you at your age, such as what field of study to engage in. Sexual ambiguity just adds to your struggle. But fear not. We have a way to ease your passage into a well defined and clear orientation. Whichever path feels truest we will encourage you to pursue it with all your heart.”
“Well, I kissed a man on the lips and our tongues touched long enough for me to taste the juice from the tamarind he’d just...
#sex
#erotic
#FallingInLove
#dystopian
#bisexual
472 reads
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Perchance to Romance
Perchance to Romance
The gold of Pre-Raphaelite dream motion
Follows a path known only to man
On her sashay hip angel walk
With waitress, wardrobe whistled away
For Velcro bodysuit samba nature woman
With Honduran headdress of tresses
Dangling like a mushroom crown
Of blonde rooted in dark magic
Whose necromancy spells my name
With inkjet sorcery symbols
Of black lipstick petroglyphs
Sprinkled with essence of cocoa
For a flirt spice mélange
The gold of Pre-Raphaelite dream motion
Follows a path known only to man
On her sashay hip angel walk
With waitress, wardrobe whistled away
For Velcro bodysuit samba nature woman
With Honduran headdress of tresses
Dangling like a mushroom crown
Of blonde rooted in dark magic
Whose necromancy spells my name
With inkjet sorcery symbols
Of black lipstick petroglyphs
Sprinkled with essence of cocoa
For a flirt spice mélange
#love
#lust
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#crush
385 reads
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Her Blanche Moment
Her Blanche Moment
She still remembers the night the moon rose over Esplanade Avenue with its light penetrating her soul deeper than the sun on a hot summer’s day.
“You know how to make a girl swoon. But what a spooky night this is. Look in the shadows, John. I see ghosts everywhere. Oh, my flirty man. Let’s go to Bourbon Street and listen to some jazz. I know you don’t want to hear me babble on all night.”
“I gave up the Bourbon Street scene long ago. Let’s go home and read together.”
As they pass down Esplanade she feels like an...
She still remembers the night the moon rose over Esplanade Avenue with its light penetrating her soul deeper than the sun on a hot summer’s day.
“You know how to make a girl swoon. But what a spooky night this is. Look in the shadows, John. I see ghosts everywhere. Oh, my flirty man. Let’s go to Bourbon Street and listen to some jazz. I know you don’t want to hear me babble on all night.”
“I gave up the Bourbon Street scene long ago. Let’s go home and read together.”
As they pass down Esplanade she feels like an...
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
#graveyard
#sensual
537 reads
8 Comments
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