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.”
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jun 2024 6:24am
5th Jun 2024 6:24am
Summer Haiku from the Cafe
Summer Haiku from the Cafe
petunia lass
tastes the grass
with her thighs
single rose petal
among the raindrops
on her navel
Puckish grin
on her androgynous lips
paints the moon
nature’s mattress
a bed of peat moss
for bare skin
eyelashes
shade the fire
of her irises
dark shadings
of midnight
her mascara
petunia lass
tastes the grass
with her thighs
single rose petal
among the raindrops
on her navel
Puckish grin
on her androgynous lips
paints the moon
nature’s mattress
a bed of peat moss
for bare skin
eyelashes
shade the fire
of her irises
dark shadings
of midnight
her mascara
#beauty
#haiku
#romantic
#sensual
#women
196 reads
10 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
#marriage
#NewYear
#romantic
#sea
#war
167 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th May 2024 3:41am
24th May 2024 3:41am
Metamorphosis of an Angel
Metamorphosis of an Angel
Auburn fire that burns deep down
With ions dancing in her blue eyes
Like angels on a needle head
But her panoramic irises a field for winged seraphs
Where poppies blossom under a midnight moon
Whose ellipse is a baroque design on ruby crescent
Of lips born to light the pilgrim’s path
While traveling the scimitar of glossy flame
With azure amulet suspended on ivory neck
Emblem of a feminine coat of arms
And feline earring hanging like the meow of her smile
When blue glass orbs rise over wine dark...
Auburn fire that burns deep down
With ions dancing in her blue eyes
Like angels on a needle head
But her panoramic irises a field for winged seraphs
Where poppies blossom under a midnight moon
Whose ellipse is a baroque design on ruby crescent
Of lips born to light the pilgrim’s path
While traveling the scimitar of glossy flame
With azure amulet suspended on ivory neck
Emblem of a feminine coat of arms
And feline earring hanging like the meow of her smile
When blue glass orbs rise over wine dark...
#beauty
#crush
#seductive
#sensual
#women
182 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Apr 2024 2:32am
21st Apr 2024 2:32am
Spring Blossoms
Spring Blossoms
lotus dreams
for her love pie
crepe lips
cherished treasure
deep in her Xanadu
where heaven sings
June heat
hidden in ruffles
of her pleated skirt
scarlet manicure
strums golden lyre
into Appassionato
her sly grin
enfolds tongue
in wicked ploy
madhouse roses
blossom in spring
upon grapevines
lotus dreams
for her love pie
crepe lips
cherished treasure
deep in her Xanadu
where heaven sings
June heat
hidden in ruffles
of her pleated skirt
scarlet manicure
strums golden lyre
into Appassionato
her sly grin
enfolds tongue
in wicked ploy
madhouse roses
blossom in spring
upon grapevines
#beauty
#haiku
#sensual #women
#sensual #women
202 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Apr 2024 2:30am
21st Apr 2024 2:30am
June Beauties
June Beauties
spearmint tea
to get fresh with the taste buds
like an unruly schoolgirl
love made
on the mint beds of Oz
for saucy coeds
fresh squeezed
tamarind teasers
for a cup of Jolene
fresh April berries
paint her lips purple
as a Mardi Gras Queen
Chantilly icing
for her cake of lies
to beguile boys
key lime fresh
on a summer’s afternoon
her June dress
spearmint tea
to get fresh with the taste buds
like an unruly schoolgirl
love made
on the mint beds of Oz
for saucy coeds
fresh squeezed
tamarind teasers
for a cup of Jolene
fresh April berries
paint her lips purple
as a Mardi Gras Queen
Chantilly icing
for her cake of lies
to beguile boys
key lime fresh
on a summer’s afternoon
her June dress
#beauty
#sensual
#summer
#women
#haiku
173 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2024 4:26am
11th Apr 2024 4:26am
Countess Zero
Countess Zero
Countess Zero aims for the heart
With California lipstick cocktail
Mixed in Bloody Mary fire
To burn the calypso drums
Wild with the gloss of a grin
Hot with Malibu summer seasoning
Whose Tabasco lips are lit with the sizzle
Of a thousand peppers strung in strands
That cascade into the cosmic nova
Of a million stars born into seduction
That glitter like blue abalone shells
From the sea in her crystal ball eyes
Countess Zero aims for the heart
With California lipstick cocktail
Mixed in Bloody Mary fire
To burn the calypso drums
Wild with the gloss of a grin
Hot with Malibu summer seasoning
Whose Tabasco lips are lit with the sizzle
Of a thousand peppers strung in strands
That cascade into the cosmic nova
Of a million stars born into seduction
That glitter like blue abalone shells
From the sea in her crystal ball eyes
#women
#beauty
#sensual #seductive
#sensual #seductive
194 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
Red River Willie
Red River Willie
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
#countryside
#river
#music #tobacco
#music #tobacco
155 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2024 00:39am
7th Apr 2024 00:39am
Vietnam Medic
Vietnam Medic
hills of Vietnam
where medic
bandages wounds
of Odin’s warriors
as jungle blues
Sing from radio
In cool air
Of mountain Gods
Upon steep slopes
Rising from bamboo forest
In thatched roof hut
where small TV
Projects ghostly cinema
Of moon walkers
In 1969
For idyllic medicine man
Under roof of heaven
With occasional gunfire
To keep him honest
© 2024 by John Hindle
hills of Vietnam
where medic
bandages wounds
of Odin’s warriors
as jungle blues
Sing from radio
In cool air
Of mountain Gods
Upon steep slopes
Rising from bamboo forest
In thatched roof hut
where small TV
Projects ghostly cinema
Of moon walkers
In 1969
For idyllic medicine man
Under roof of heaven
With occasional gunfire
To keep him honest
© 2024 by John Hindle
#war
#universe
#moon
#nature
#peace
182 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Mar 2024 9:37pm
31st Mar 2024 9:37pm
Promised Land
Promised Land
Like the sun rising over the Promised Land
She flies her auburn kite
On wings of a Celtic angel
With embered tresses unfurled
Over the blue sky of her deepening eyes
That gaze from her cherry tree of life
Whose maraschino lips are the halo of dawn
That breaks through my blue boy clouds
With the kiss of infinity
Upon my million secret stars
Like the sun rising over the Promised Land
She flies her auburn kite
On wings of a Celtic angel
With embered tresses unfurled
Over the blue sky of her deepening eyes
That gaze from her cherry tree of life
Whose maraschino lips are the halo of dawn
That breaks through my blue boy clouds
With the kiss of infinity
Upon my million secret stars
#women
#beauty
#sensual #seductive
#sensual #seductive
170 reads
6 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Mar 2024 10:14am
30th Mar 2024 10:14am
Miss Prissy
Miss Prissy
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
#love
#marriage
#death
#TruthOfLife
#nostalgia
164 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
Camp Counselor Crush
Camp Counselor Crush
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
#mother
#women
#childhood
#crush
#son
192 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Mar 2024 2:34pm
22nd Mar 2024 2:34pm
Sunk Deep in Baton Rouge
Sunk Deep in Baton Rouge
“Hello Pops. Sorry to intrude on my wonderfully studious young man in the middle of deep tort contemplations, but I have a little problem. Our house has flooded. So here I am with no adult assistance with our three-year-old son and the water, water is everywhere to borrow a phrase from Coleridge’s ‘Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.’ Could you get in that wonderful jalopy your Mom bought for us and take us to dry ground?”
“The car is flooded as well I am afraid. I am at the chapel on campus. Wait just a short while and I am sure the car will revive...
“Hello Pops. Sorry to intrude on my wonderfully studious young man in the middle of deep tort contemplations, but I have a little problem. Our house has flooded. So here I am with no adult assistance with our three-year-old son and the water, water is everywhere to borrow a phrase from Coleridge’s ‘Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.’ Could you get in that wonderful jalopy your Mom bought for us and take us to dry ground?”
“The car is flooded as well I am afraid. I am at the chapel on campus. Wait just a short while and I am sure the car will revive...
#loneliness
#mother
#father
#marriage
#son
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