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.”
Ruthie's Goodbye
Ruthie's Goodbye
“Ruthie, I want you to know how you took such great care of me. If I was down you picked me up with the expression of love in your big brown eyes. I felt needed by you and that gave me a sense of belonging. As long as you were around everything was great. Our goodbye here won’t be forever. You’re just going ahead to our new home.”
“What do you mean I’m not going home with you? Just because I’m having trouble walking doesn’t mean it won’t get better. I can still stand up on my front legs. Just give me time to heal. I’ll be as spry as ever given a few...
“Ruthie, I want you to know how you took such great care of me. If I was down you picked me up with the expression of love in your big brown eyes. I felt needed by you and that gave me a sense of belonging. As long as you were around everything was great. Our goodbye here won’t be forever. You’re just going ahead to our new home.”
“What do you mean I’m not going home with you? Just because I’m having trouble walking doesn’t mean it won’t get better. I can still stand up on my front legs. Just give me time to heal. I’ll be as spry as ever given a few...
#grief
#death
#dogs
432 reads
2 Comments
The Rum Fruitcake Fidelity Test
#lust
#marriage
#romantic
#erotic
#city
429 reads
6 Comments
Lioness of the Desert
#marriage
#lion
#sensual #desert
#sensual #desert
592 reads
2 Comments
Fear of Heights
#love
#nature
#sensual #desert
#sensual #desert
486 reads
6 Comments
Aerobics With Sally
#romantic
#erotic
#threesome #sensual
#threesome #sensual
588 reads
4 Comments
Pompeii On the Mississippi
Pompeii On the Mississippi
They find themselves in a classic pose on the gazebo in the Natchez bluff park with the sky stained in red wine. Marsha’s elbows prop her on the railing and his hands clasp her face.
He says, “Do you remember the lemon tree which grew in our patio?”
“It always bore fruit. It was a dry season when we planted it. But when the limbs were heavy with citrus my heart sang,” she replies.
“Just a few drops made our casseroles savory.”
“We were vegetarians when it wasn’t cool.”
“John, let’s live the dream again. From...
They find themselves in a classic pose on the gazebo in the Natchez bluff park with the sky stained in red wine. Marsha’s elbows prop her on the railing and his hands clasp her face.
He says, “Do you remember the lemon tree which grew in our patio?”
“It always bore fruit. It was a dry season when we planted it. But when the limbs were heavy with citrus my heart sang,” she replies.
“Just a few drops made our casseroles savory.”
“We were vegetarians when it wasn’t cool.”
“John, let’s live the dream again. From...
#romantic
#rebirth
405 reads
4 Comments
Lazy Sunday Afternoon
Lazy Sunday Afternoon
We arrive at a forest cathedral of pines. There a sprinkle of water from the cloud heights touches our faces with soft dreams. We cross the bridge of life into a forest world where our eyes behold bathing beauties in their birthday suits. A fairy queen surveys a steaming pool from her perch on the hill. Her Delta of Venus puffs in a magical bush of desire burn. Her aureole reflects the pink of the sinking sun over the crest of her mountains.
We stand beside each other next to the steaming pool where bohemian maidens gather like wood nymphs who...
We arrive at a forest cathedral of pines. There a sprinkle of water from the cloud heights touches our faces with soft dreams. We cross the bridge of life into a forest world where our eyes behold bathing beauties in their birthday suits. A fairy queen surveys a steaming pool from her perch on the hill. Her Delta of Venus puffs in a magical bush of desire burn. Her aureole reflects the pink of the sinking sun over the crest of her mountains.
We stand beside each other next to the steaming pool where bohemian maidens gather like wood nymphs who...
#marriage
#mountains
#sensual
474 reads
2 Comments
On the Road to Betrothal
On the Road to Betrothal
They follow the ragged brow of the Hopi reservation to the ancient Pueblo of Walpi perched on its wrinkle. Atop the mesa, they sit in a room with a sandy floor with the other tourists. The timbers shake in the wind-driven sand of April. The Native guide, with his long hair, could be the snake dancer she saw in a picture. His face is worn as the ancient buildings he protects. When their turn comes they follow the crumbling buildings which once were homes.
They enter a dwelling where a coal...
They follow the ragged brow of the Hopi reservation to the ancient Pueblo of Walpi perched on its wrinkle. Atop the mesa, they sit in a room with a sandy floor with the other tourists. The timbers shake in the wind-driven sand of April. The Native guide, with his long hair, could be the snake dancer she saw in a picture. His face is worn as the ancient buildings he protects. When their turn comes they follow the crumbling buildings which once were homes.
They enter a dwelling where a coal...
#dance
492 reads
2 Comments
Busted Flat in Nashville
Busted Flat in Nashville
The church organ had been silent for a century. The congregation had left the shadowy pews empty for a hundred years. Night had fallen on our lonely roam through this ghost town. We watched the altar until it was too dark to see. Then we boarded our car for the drive north to a better life. We had nowhere to stay in Nashville and no job prospects. But our oracle pointed north and so we followed.
We paid our respects to the next segment of the trace by stopping outside Jackson at the welcome center. There was an old lady whom I spoke...
The church organ had been silent for a century. The congregation had left the shadowy pews empty for a hundred years. Night had fallen on our lonely roam through this ghost town. We watched the altar until it was too dark to see. Then we boarded our car for the drive north to a better life. We had nowhere to stay in Nashville and no job prospects. But our oracle pointed north and so we followed.
We paid our respects to the next segment of the trace by stopping outside Jackson at the welcome center. There was an old lady whom I spoke...
#love
#romantic
#city #historical
#city #historical
468 reads
8 Comments
Arc of a Romance
Arc of a Romance
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and I deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Marsha takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and us onlookers gaze in wonder on our pause. The jalopy yields to their strength as...
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and I deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Marsha takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and us onlookers gaze in wonder on our pause. The jalopy yields to their strength as...
#romantic
#river
#mountains #snow
#mountains #snow
486 reads
8 Comments
Ruthie's Episode
Ruthie's Episode
My entrance into the bedroom finds Ruthie on the floor with her legs flapping madly as she rolls. My first suspicion is that she is choking on something she swallowed. So I pick her flailing body up and put her on the mattress. My false assumption that she is choking leads me to check her mouth for obstructions. By this time she has salivated tremendously with her eyes glazed and her tongue sticking out motionless. To my way of thinking she looks dead. But quickly she revives to her close to normal self. My relief is huge and I can breathe again along with her....
My entrance into the bedroom finds Ruthie on the floor with her legs flapping madly as she rolls. My first suspicion is that she is choking on something she swallowed. So I pick her flailing body up and put her on the mattress. My false assumption that she is choking leads me to check her mouth for obstructions. By this time she has salivated tremendously with her eyes glazed and her tongue sticking out motionless. To my way of thinking she looks dead. But quickly she revives to her close to normal self. My relief is huge and I can breathe again along with her....
#love
#dogs
#illness #dialogue
#illness #dialogue
408 reads
6 Comments
Dorm Rules
Dorm Rules
Under the leader, a proper order was arranged. The mentally ill on disability were separated by sex with men housed with other men and women collected in dormitories for women. This was true even for couples. It served to prevent pregnancies from occurring. After all, we didn’t want those genes passed on to new generations.
I haven’t seen my true love Marsha in over a month. We no longer have disability checks and are sent to a commodity warehouse for our personal food. I catch a glimpse of Marsha walking towards the bus. She has a black eye from one of her...
Under the leader, a proper order was arranged. The mentally ill on disability were separated by sex with men housed with other men and women collected in dormitories for women. This was true even for couples. It served to prevent pregnancies from occurring. After all, we didn’t want those genes passed on to new generations.
I haven’t seen my true love Marsha in over a month. We no longer have disability checks and are sent to a commodity warehouse for our personal food. I catch a glimpse of Marsha walking towards the bus. She has a black eye from one of her...
#love
#romantic
#MentalHealth #dystopian
#MentalHealth #dystopian
468 reads
4 Comments
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