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.”
Celtic Night Lovers
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#night
#rebirth
651 reads
7 Comments
Ship Island by Day & Night
#romantic
#sex
#sea
#beach
#night
480 reads
6 Comments
Suthern Comfort
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#sensual
948 reads
8 Comments
Summer of My Vagabond Vixen
#sex
#erotic
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#sensual
513 reads
4 Comments
Night Journey
Night Journey
We pass silently across the dark Mississippi hills. Crimson sunset falls across the trees. Cool piney air blows through the window. Silvery creeks curve off into the blackness with sandbanks pale yellow. Cars flow down hillsides, their headlights blinding me to the shadowy shoulder whizzing by.
Making the night drive from Natchez we listen to new age music as that surreal Mississippi land sweeps by through the void that is at the heart of all, that emptiness that we minor characters in the great play of life pass through on our road to eternal bliss....
We pass silently across the dark Mississippi hills. Crimson sunset falls across the trees. Cool piney air blows through the window. Silvery creeks curve off into the blackness with sandbanks pale yellow. Cars flow down hillsides, their headlights blinding me to the shadowy shoulder whizzing by.
Making the night drive from Natchez we listen to new age music as that surreal Mississippi land sweeps by through the void that is at the heart of all, that emptiness that we minor characters in the great play of life pass through on our road to eternal bliss....
#love
#marriage
#city
#countryside
#night
692 reads
10 Comments
Fatima Finds Hope
Fatima Finds Hope
Her family had scattered to the four winds after their village became a smoking ruin. So she wandered the desert in a daze. At the age of twenty when most are just starting off in life, she was a refugee. Finally, Fatima found herself more chaperoned than captured by the strangest soldier in an ISIS uniform. He opened the door for her as though he was a gentleman. He said, “Good afternoon. May I take you out for a bite to eat?” It was like he was escorting her on a date.
Fatima replies, “Thank you for the offer. However, my lunch date is just late. He...
Her family had scattered to the four winds after their village became a smoking ruin. So she wandered the desert in a daze. At the age of twenty when most are just starting off in life, she was a refugee. Finally, Fatima found herself more chaperoned than captured by the strangest soldier in an ISIS uniform. He opened the door for her as though he was a gentleman. He said, “Good afternoon. May I take you out for a bite to eat?” It was like he was escorting her on a date.
Fatima replies, “Thank you for the offer. However, my lunch date is just late. He...
#women
#men
#war #freedom
#war #freedom
408 reads
2 Comments
Fatima at 21
#romantic
#MentalHealth
#FallingInLove
#sensual
#sexy
597 reads
0 Comments
The Rum Fruitcake Fidelity Test
The Rum Fruitcake Fidelity Test
“I am head over heels proud of you for getting the balls to marry me. And when we became churchgoers again, we built our marriage on a rock instead of the shifting sands,” Suzy proclaims.
“What God joined together let no woman tear apart,” I say.
“George, it is interesting that you used the word woman instead of the conventional man in that Biblical phrase. I know the only person you worship more than me is Jesus. You’d never stray for some young tart like my friend Brandy with the tush whose pertness you’ve never discussed with...
“I am head over heels proud of you for getting the balls to marry me. And when we became churchgoers again, we built our marriage on a rock instead of the shifting sands,” Suzy proclaims.
“What God joined together let no woman tear apart,” I say.
“George, it is interesting that you used the word woman instead of the conventional man in that Biblical phrase. I know the only person you worship more than me is Jesus. You’d never stray for some young tart like my friend Brandy with the tush whose pertness you’ve never discussed with...
#marriage
#erotic
#alcohol
#sensual
#sexy
503 reads
8 Comments
Breakfast in Africa, Dinner in Cancun
Breakfast in Africa, Dinner in Cancun
Our three-day trip to Nairobi on a flatbed truck takes us across Tanzania into the Serengeti grasslands. The hours pass as I watch people in the fields carry bundles of wheat on their shoulders. I watch the brown-skinned women carry their babies into thatched roof homes, to eat, sleep, and dream. As the day passes into dusk and I watch the dying red embers of the sun.
At the Kenyan border, the customs man boards our truck to look at our papers but our attire is the focus of his attention. “You two look good in those...
Our three-day trip to Nairobi on a flatbed truck takes us across Tanzania into the Serengeti grasslands. The hours pass as I watch people in the fields carry bundles of wheat on their shoulders. I watch the brown-skinned women carry their babies into thatched roof homes, to eat, sleep, and dream. As the day passes into dusk and I watch the dying red embers of the sun.
At the Kenyan border, the customs man boards our truck to look at our papers but our attire is the focus of his attention. “You two look good in those...
#Africa
#beach
#alcohol #heaven
#alcohol #heaven
427 reads
2 Comments
Repossession Thwarted
Repossession Thwarted
My goal in life was to make people happy. But my job repossessing cars robbed the owners of their pride and joy. I remember when the tow truck drove up a lady was in tears. She said, “Sir, please give me a chance to catch up on my notes. This is my only way to get to work.”
“Ma’am you’ve defaulted on your loan. I’m just doing my job. Please exit the vehicle. You holing up with the key in the ignition won’t make things better.”
She replied, “Let me drive off and tell your boss you couldn’t find me.”
“If...
My goal in life was to make people happy. But my job repossessing cars robbed the owners of their pride and joy. I remember when the tow truck drove up a lady was in tears. She said, “Sir, please give me a chance to catch up on my notes. This is my only way to get to work.”
“Ma’am you’ve defaulted on your loan. I’m just doing my job. Please exit the vehicle. You holing up with the key in the ignition won’t make things better.”
She replied, “Let me drive off and tell your boss you couldn’t find me.”
“If...
#women
#men
#gothic
#cars
#lover
434 reads
2 Comments
The Isle of the Apple Trees
The Isle of the Apple Trees
It has been twenty years since my true love passed through the crack of forever. She told me she would wait for me among the fruit trees. But she made me promise not to take my own life.
Therefore, I need a way to heaven which keeps my body safe and sound. I pray to the Goddess to ride me on horseback across the sea and into the arms of my beloved where I long to be.
Niamh, woman of the Otherworld, rides me on a magical horse that gallops over water on the golden path made by the sun on the ocean. She brings me to...
It has been twenty years since my true love passed through the crack of forever. She told me she would wait for me among the fruit trees. But she made me promise not to take my own life.
Therefore, I need a way to heaven which keeps my body safe and sound. I pray to the Goddess to ride me on horseback across the sea and into the arms of my beloved where I long to be.
Niamh, woman of the Otherworld, rides me on a magical horse that gallops over water on the golden path made by the sun on the ocean. She brings me to...
#earth
#rebirth
#heaven #mythology
#heaven #mythology
423 reads
4 Comments
Ethiopian Songbird - rewrite
Ethiopian Songbird
“Nyala, today is a slow day for selling tomatoes. Please tell me how you became the most popular barroom singer in Addis Ababa. I’ll give you a quart of milk from my prize goat in exchange.”
“Well, how could I refuse such an offer? The taste of Ethiopian dust followed me into my dreams. Also, the beggar, blind in one eye, was there, who never panhandled to the miserly rich because while their bank accounts were full their hearts were empty. Also, there was the gypsy woman whose wares I couldn’t afford but who let me sit in the shade of her market...
“Nyala, today is a slow day for selling tomatoes. Please tell me how you became the most popular barroom singer in Addis Ababa. I’ll give you a quart of milk from my prize goat in exchange.”
“Well, how could I refuse such an offer? The taste of Ethiopian dust followed me into my dreams. Also, the beggar, blind in one eye, was there, who never panhandled to the miserly rich because while their bank accounts were full their hearts were empty. Also, there was the gypsy woman whose wares I couldn’t afford but who let me sit in the shade of her market...
#women
#childhood
#Africa #music
#Africa #music
424 reads
2 Comments
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