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.”
Spirit Lake
Spirit Lake
Far in the North Country, in a land of jagged mountains, ice, and perpetual winds lies Spirit Lake.
Navajo Indian lore spoke of an iridescent jewel of a lake high in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado. It was said to be as deep as the ocean. Its location was lost in the foggy memory of the ancient medicine man, Bear Paw.
Running Deer ran like a mountain lion across the barren gravelly brown land of northern New Mexico. Above him was a massive escarpment glowing scarlet in the dying embers of sunset. As he ran, his mind raced too. He could smell...
Far in the North Country, in a land of jagged mountains, ice, and perpetual winds lies Spirit Lake.
Navajo Indian lore spoke of an iridescent jewel of a lake high in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado. It was said to be as deep as the ocean. Its location was lost in the foggy memory of the ancient medicine man, Bear Paw.
Running Deer ran like a mountain lion across the barren gravelly brown land of northern New Mexico. Above him was a massive escarpment glowing scarlet in the dying embers of sunset. As he ran, his mind raced too. He could smell...
#nature
#mountains
#aging #desert
#aging #desert
517 reads
5 Comments
The Takla Makan Mystic (a story from the infancy of my prose writing)
The Takla Makan Mystic
(a story from the infancy of my prose writing)
The warm dry air and burning yellow sands stretched out to the horizon. The sand dunes had exquisite forms and ripples and dust devils swirled about this harsh brutal land.
The train pushed ahead and Gesar thought about home. Back home, far away from the desolate Takla Makan desert, was a land of rolling green mountains and mists with the Yangtze cutting deep gorges. There, panda bears lived high up in the forest of bamboo and eucalyptus. There it was peaceful in some...
(a story from the infancy of my prose writing)
The warm dry air and burning yellow sands stretched out to the horizon. The sand dunes had exquisite forms and ripples and dust devils swirled about this harsh brutal land.
The train pushed ahead and Gesar thought about home. Back home, far away from the desolate Takla Makan desert, was a land of rolling green mountains and mists with the Yangtze cutting deep gorges. There, panda bears lived high up in the forest of bamboo and eucalyptus. There it was peaceful in some...
#religion
#Buddhist
#Taoism #freedom
#Taoism #freedom
491 reads
2 Comments
Garden of Unearthly Delights
Garden of Unearthly Delights
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Nova
The star, Riga, was a brilliant glowing orb filling the monitor at the moon base. Phillip had news that would soon cast darkness over the future. He approached Gudonov. “I’ve got the results of the solar probe, Helios. We have 100 years at the most. Then life-giving Riga will become like the Hindu god Shiva, death, the destroyer of worlds.”
“You mean nova?”
“It’s a certainty.”
The child sat before the luminous computer monitor. She punched - enter - file -...
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Nova
The star, Riga, was a brilliant glowing orb filling the monitor at the moon base. Phillip had news that would soon cast darkness over the future. He approached Gudonov. “I’ve got the results of the solar probe, Helios. We have 100 years at the most. Then life-giving Riga will become like the Hindu god Shiva, death, the destroyer of worlds.”
“You mean nova?”
“It’s a certainty.”
The child sat before the luminous computer monitor. She punched - enter - file -...
#wife
#husband
#romantic
#universe
#stars
629 reads
0 Comments
Tijuana Blues
Tijuana Blues
The light waned on the tumbleweed desert. Tijuana lay ahead. Its lights cast a pale yellow glow on the countryside. Arty opened the window of his Austin and breathed the warm sweet air. The last glow of sun swelled in the west.
Arty drove past the bars and broken down buildings with balconies. Finally, he arrived at the hotel. He carried his bags up the rickety stairs and to his room. Etched on the door were the words, “Yankee go home.”
The room was a dingy closet-sized space. It had a wash basin with brown stains and a mirror with a crack down...
The light waned on the tumbleweed desert. Tijuana lay ahead. Its lights cast a pale yellow glow on the countryside. Arty opened the window of his Austin and breathed the warm sweet air. The last glow of sun swelled in the west.
Arty drove past the bars and broken down buildings with balconies. Finally, he arrived at the hotel. He carried his bags up the rickety stairs and to his room. Etched on the door were the words, “Yankee go home.”
The room was a dingy closet-sized space. It had a wash basin with brown stains and a mirror with a crack down...
#wife
#husband
#marriage #city
#marriage #city
450 reads
2 Comments
An Amber Moment
An Amber Moment
Her neon lipstick smile
Puts me in a purple haze
With her wink a goodbye wave
Along with her headphone obsession
Whose music she dances to in riddles
With eyes closed like a book
On the final chapter of our escapade
Whose butterfly eyelashes flutter her farewell
In the luxury of a moment preserved in amber
Her neon lipstick smile
Puts me in a purple haze
With her wink a goodbye wave
Along with her headphone obsession
Whose music she dances to in riddles
With eyes closed like a book
On the final chapter of our escapade
Whose butterfly eyelashes flutter her farewell
In the luxury of a moment preserved in amber
#relationships
#breakup
#MovingOn
#sexy
#surreal
491 reads
4 Comments
When Dinosaurs Ruled the Bronx
When Dinosaurs Ruled the Bronx
A sliver of moon atop the wizard’s hat sky
Is enough to conjure the salamander in him
Who is an heir of a mob family in decline
From when dinosaurs ruled the Bronx
He is a cowardly chameleon who changes colors
Into a law-abiding citizen who delivers papers
When door to door racketeering is out of fashion
But he still runs bingo parlors in Jersey
To rake in some peanuts so he can post bail
And skip town to Ecuador
For a dry nose...
A sliver of moon atop the wizard’s hat sky
Is enough to conjure the salamander in him
Who is an heir of a mob family in decline
From when dinosaurs ruled the Bronx
He is a cowardly chameleon who changes colors
Into a law-abiding citizen who delivers papers
When door to door racketeering is out of fashion
But he still runs bingo parlors in Jersey
To rake in some peanuts so he can post bail
And skip town to Ecuador
For a dry nose...
#surreal
362 reads
0 Comments
American in Afghanistan
American in Afghanistan
Born to die on foreign soil
He retreats into his bivouac
Like a grizzly bear into the forest
Who seeks refuge from human encroachment
When shrapnel flies like love bugs
But with the bite of a steel Diamondback
With fangs digging deeper than a reptile
Enough to make him miss mosquitoes
Which remind him that not all aggressors are evil
But the pot of gold at the end of his tour of duty
May be a roadside bomb
Born to die on foreign soil
He retreats into his bivouac
Like a grizzly bear into the forest
Who seeks refuge from human encroachment
When shrapnel flies like love bugs
But with the bite of a steel Diamondback
With fangs digging deeper than a reptile
Enough to make him miss mosquitoes
Which remind him that not all aggressors are evil
But the pot of gold at the end of his tour of duty
May be a roadside bomb
#soldiers
#war
372 reads
2 Comments
Croissant
Croissant
Touch is a croissant
Served with honey
Betwixt a lady's fingers
Touch is a croissant
Served with honey
Betwixt a lady's fingers
#women
#erotic
#food #sensual
#food #sensual
488 reads
2 Comments
Sushi
Sushi
Touch Is Sushi
On a Breadless Night
For hungry hearts
Touch Is Sushi
On a Breadless Night
For hungry hearts
#love
#romantic
#spiritual #sensual
#spiritual #sensual
608 reads
0 Comments
Beignets
Beignets
Kisses are beignets
on a penniless night
where love grows
Kisses are beignets
on a penniless night
where love grows
#love
#romantic
#food #sensual
#food #sensual
371 reads
0 Comments
Afghan Woman
Afghan Woman
She loves men in spite of their atrocities
Which her sisters cannot forgive
She seeks the gentleman soldier
Who is as handy with a bouquet of roses
as he is with a gun
But the bleeding red flower
Is rare in the hands of men
For rifles must be kept handy
When combat involves bullets not words
With battlefields filling in for graveyards
When burial plots are a dusty ditch beside the road
She loves men in spite of their atrocities
Which her sisters cannot forgive
She seeks the gentleman soldier
Who is as handy with a bouquet of roses
as he is with a gun
But the bleeding red flower
Is rare in the hands of men
For rifles must be kept handy
When combat involves bullets not words
With battlefields filling in for graveyards
When burial plots are a dusty ditch beside the road
#women
#soldiers
#war
387 reads
2 Comments
Sabbath Day
Sabbath Day
Let slip the news that is unfit to print
From a tabloid gossip columnist
Whose boudoir gazette
On the Sunday edition
Is filled with comic stripping
With lingerie ads gone burlesque
Sabbath day is meant for play
So she quoth what the good book doth say
She sings the Song of Solomon into melody
To distract his appetite from her cookery
Into his wife as a lingerie model from her paper
Who steps off the page in her premier caper
Let slip the news that is unfit to print
From a tabloid gossip columnist
Whose boudoir gazette
On the Sunday edition
Is filled with comic stripping
With lingerie ads gone burlesque
Sabbath day is meant for play
So she quoth what the good book doth say
She sings the Song of Solomon into melody
To distract his appetite from her cookery
Into his wife as a lingerie model from her paper
Who steps off the page in her premier caper
#women
#romantic
#erotic #sensual
#erotic #sensual
390 reads
0 Comments
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