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.”
Housing Court in the Big Easy - based on a true story
Housing Court in the Big Easy
The bailiff says, “All rise for the honorable Judge Shapiro.” He adjusts his long wavy hair like a movie star preparing for a shoot as he proceeds down the aisle.
The cult leader, Mo, says, “We’re trying to wean them off the weed, just like a mother weans her baby off nursing.”
My mom says, “My daughter plays with one of your little girls. She says your place reeks of pot.”
The cult leader responds, “We don’t want them to go cold turkey. So we do it gradually. They could go into convulsions otherwise.”
Mom says,...
The bailiff says, “All rise for the honorable Judge Shapiro.” He adjusts his long wavy hair like a movie star preparing for a shoot as he proceeds down the aisle.
The cult leader, Mo, says, “We’re trying to wean them off the weed, just like a mother weans her baby off nursing.”
My mom says, “My daughter plays with one of your little girls. She says your place reeks of pot.”
The cult leader responds, “We don’t want them to go cold turkey. So we do it gradually. They could go into convulsions otherwise.”
Mom says,...
#marijuana
#funny
478 reads
2 Comments
Tango After a Plutonium Opera
Tango After A Plutonium Opera
My hawk gaze follows her in the saffron skylight of our cathedral of solitude. I have hidden for three days in the ruins of this building which once soared into the heavens. I look at her with thirsty eyes and drink in the vision of woman. It has been months since I’ve seen a female of the species. I sometimes contemplated that I might be the last person on earth. Yet I am overjoyed that not only is there another among the fallen city but she is a female.
She breaks the crystal silence. “Fancy meeting you here. I’d begun to think there...
My hawk gaze follows her in the saffron skylight of our cathedral of solitude. I have hidden for three days in the ruins of this building which once soared into the heavens. I look at her with thirsty eyes and drink in the vision of woman. It has been months since I’ve seen a female of the species. I sometimes contemplated that I might be the last person on earth. Yet I am overjoyed that not only is there another among the fallen city but she is a female.
She breaks the crystal silence. “Fancy meeting you here. I’d begun to think there...
#romantic
#sex
#erotic
#apocalypse
#art
538 reads
4 Comments
Midnight at the Alhambra
Midnight at the Alhambra
I walk the storied halls of the Alhambra gazing at mosaics embedded in the walls of time. I see you, my gypsy woman. Your dark eyes gaze through your black velvet veil in the trembling moment of awareness. You sing whispered yearnings in the Moorish palace. Your fingers strum the lute, like a lover deep in mystic fervor. Your jade inflection ignites into a fiery necklace of song. Your voice is a fragrant, come hither. Galician lady of the night, you pour burgundy love lilt into my thirsty heart.
Women, with henna illustrated...
I walk the storied halls of the Alhambra gazing at mosaics embedded in the walls of time. I see you, my gypsy woman. Your dark eyes gaze through your black velvet veil in the trembling moment of awareness. You sing whispered yearnings in the Moorish palace. Your fingers strum the lute, like a lover deep in mystic fervor. Your jade inflection ignites into a fiery necklace of song. Your voice is a fragrant, come hither. Galician lady of the night, you pour burgundy love lilt into my thirsty heart.
Women, with henna illustrated...
#women
#romantic
#erotic
#music
#historical
466 reads
5 Comments
Skeleton Coast
Skeleton Coast
Tan dunes loom over the beach as waves rhythmically roll crashing in succession leaving a bubbly froth which recedes back into the blue sea.
Hermit crabs scuttle across the sand seeking refuge in the cool ocean waters. The sun burns hot in the sky as the wind whips the sand from the Namib Desert across the beach.
The old woman keeps watch from behind the dunes. A figure starts to emerge before her terrified eyes. A lion prowls the desolate coast for food. The old woman is well versed in the art of animal talk having grown up quite fey....
Tan dunes loom over the beach as waves rhythmically roll crashing in succession leaving a bubbly froth which recedes back into the blue sea.
Hermit crabs scuttle across the sand seeking refuge in the cool ocean waters. The sun burns hot in the sky as the wind whips the sand from the Namib Desert across the beach.
The old woman keeps watch from behind the dunes. A figure starts to emerge before her terrified eyes. A lion prowls the desolate coast for food. The old woman is well versed in the art of animal talk having grown up quite fey....
#Africa
#lion
#graveyard
533 reads
3 Comments
Ethiopian Songbird
Ethiopian Songbird
The taste of Ethiopian dust followed her into her 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 she couldn’t afford but who let her sit in the shade of her market stall. And let’s not forget the soldier who shared water from his canteen and drove her home in his jeep after she’d been begging herself.
The night Mama’s water broke she wept. She didn’t...
The taste of Ethiopian dust followed her into her 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 she couldn’t afford but who let her sit in the shade of her market stall. And let’s not forget the soldier who shared water from his canteen and drove her home in his jeep after she’d been begging herself.
The night Mama’s water broke she wept. She didn’t...
#birth
#teens
#Africa #music
#Africa #music
514 reads
4 Comments
Ostrich Feather Tango
#romantic
#sex
#erotic
#religion
#lover
653 reads
2 Comments
Making Love in the Firefly Forest
Making Love in the Firefly Forest
Our tail haloed friends blink merrily
to the tune of her deep-throated warble
to let me see the passion play of her face
as though she were a soul rising in ecstasy
from purgatory into heaven.
Our tail haloed friends blink merrily
to the tune of her deep-throated warble
to let me see the passion play of her face
as though she were a soul rising in ecstasy
from purgatory into heaven.
#love
#sex
#erotic
503 reads
2 Comments
To Sail Her Eyes
To Sail Her Eyes
Dream vista lipstick cloud smile
Sails below ocean blue eyes
With crimson sky hair
Lit by morningstar amulet
Of turquoise flower suspended
Round alabaster neck of heaven
That rises into an almond-shaped face
Sung by horizon eyelashes
Feathery as cirrus
But dark as night
With penciled eyebrows
Written in feminine runes
Dream vista lipstick cloud smile
Sails below ocean blue eyes
With crimson sky hair
Lit by morningstar amulet
Of turquoise flower suspended
Round alabaster neck of heaven
That rises into an almond-shaped face
Sung by horizon eyelashes
Feathery as cirrus
But dark as night
With penciled eyebrows
Written in feminine runes
#women
#beauty
#spiritual
552 reads
8 Comments
Ruthie the Dog's Birthday Party
Ruthie the Dog's Birthday Party
Ruthie gazes into the face of the St. Francis statue. She remembers how her human Mom used to weed the garden there before she left this earth. Ruthie speaks to the image of the saint. “Are you what God looks like?”
To Ruthie’s amazement, the stone comes to life and answers her. “Yes, and so are you, Ruthie.”
The man from the past raises his arm and points to the vacant lot just outside the fence. Suddenly the scene is replaced by a meadow with pink bunny rabbits bouncing across the grass. “Follow me,” says the robed man. Ruthie...
Ruthie gazes into the face of the St. Francis statue. She remembers how her human Mom used to weed the garden there before she left this earth. Ruthie speaks to the image of the saint. “Are you what God looks like?”
To Ruthie’s amazement, the stone comes to life and answers her. “Yes, and so are you, Ruthie.”
The man from the past raises his arm and points to the vacant lot just outside the fence. Suddenly the scene is replaced by a meadow with pink bunny rabbits bouncing across the grass. “Follow me,” says the robed man. Ruthie...
#mother
#dogs
#animals #heaven
#animals #heaven
470 reads
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A Man in Need of a Plan
A Man in Need of a Plan - Limerick
There was a young lad named Bach
Who often tugged his cock
In a regal fashion
He released his passion
But the pangs of remorse
Gave him cause to divorce
From his marriage to his hand
With fingers as wedding band
So to the priest the beans he spilt
In a graphic confession of guilt
And the robed man
Offered him an ingenious plan
Keep a $100 bill to shred
For each shame in bed
But the lad gave alms
For each date with his palms
To do penance for his sin ...
There was a young lad named Bach
Who often tugged his cock
In a regal fashion
He released his passion
But the pangs of remorse
Gave him cause to divorce
From his marriage to his hand
With fingers as wedding band
So to the priest the beans he spilt
In a graphic confession of guilt
And the robed man
Offered him an ingenious plan
Keep a $100 bill to shred
For each shame in bed
But the lad gave alms
For each date with his palms
To do penance for his sin ...
#sex
#limerick
568 reads
3 Comments
Hiding Behind My Sister's Skirt
Hiding Behind My Sister's Skirt
Though Natchez, Mississippi is my home, my ancestors migrated from the olive groves of Andalusia and the vineyards of Bordeaux to colonial New Orleans where they mated. So my disposition is lively like a fandango but at times slow moving like a Parisian Waltz.
I woo my sister. “Anna, you are a vision of divinity. You represent the embodiment of feminine beauty, a personification of the Goddess. You are forever and always my femme de la crème.” ...
Though Natchez, Mississippi is my home, my ancestors migrated from the olive groves of Andalusia and the vineyards of Bordeaux to colonial New Orleans where they mated. So my disposition is lively like a fandango but at times slow moving like a Parisian Waltz.
I woo my sister. “Anna, you are a vision of divinity. You represent the embodiment of feminine beauty, a personification of the Goddess. You are forever and always my femme de la crème.” ...
#brother
#sister
#love
#romantic
#FallingInLove
605 reads
2 Comments
Dream for a Friend
Dream for Friend
Vaulted ceiling encloses us
In a cavern of quiet
Under a bony batwing roof
With illustrated membrane
High above our haloed heads
Like the night sky overhead
Beyond our cathedral silence
In a Natchez of the heart
Judy sits in front of me in her pew
Just us two in the solitude of a temple
Where faith finds a home
For those who cling to the idea of a God
But for us meditation rather than prayer
Judy comes from the Jewish...
Vaulted ceiling encloses us
In a cavern of quiet
Under a bony batwing roof
With illustrated membrane
High above our haloed heads
Like the night sky overhead
Beyond our cathedral silence
In a Natchez of the heart
Judy sits in front of me in her pew
Just us two in the solitude of a temple
Where faith finds a home
For those who cling to the idea of a God
But for us meditation rather than prayer
Judy comes from the Jewish...
#love
#friendship
#dreams
476 reads
6 Comments
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