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.”
Under the Mirror Ball ~rewrite~
Under the Mirror Ball
[Tracy rises up the ladder from the school pool dripping. John gazes at her long tan legs sparkling with sprinkles of water. She gazes back at him with her blonde hair laying wet across her breasts.]
Tracy
Do you like me John?
John
As a friend. [She hangs to the ladder smiling knowingly.]
Tracy
No John. I think more than that.
[John and Tracy stand on the bleachers of the school gym. She wears workout shorts.]
Tracy
John you make being a nerd an attractive quality in a man. ...
[Tracy rises up the ladder from the school pool dripping. John gazes at her long tan legs sparkling with sprinkles of water. She gazes back at him with her blonde hair laying wet across her breasts.]
Tracy
Do you like me John?
John
As a friend. [She hangs to the ladder smiling knowingly.]
Tracy
No John. I think more than that.
[John and Tracy stand on the bleachers of the school gym. She wears workout shorts.]
Tracy
John you make being a nerd an attractive quality in a man. ...
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Triumph of Beauty
Triumph of Beauty
18 year old senorita
in skin tight jean shorts
She sits with boys bantering
about the adult world
On the threshold of college
Her girlfriends are already promiscuous
She has yet to be daring
Man intrudes on classroom chatter
She is summoned to office
Violation of dress code
She rises in glory of youth
With curves mighty enough to conquer Apollo
“I’m such a distraction” her parting words to class
As she promenades her derriere
A young man admires the Goddess handiwork,
with his words,
“Look at the...
18 year old senorita
in skin tight jean shorts
She sits with boys bantering
about the adult world
On the threshold of college
Her girlfriends are already promiscuous
She has yet to be daring
Man intrudes on classroom chatter
She is summoned to office
Violation of dress code
She rises in glory of youth
With curves mighty enough to conquer Apollo
“I’m such a distraction” her parting words to class
As she promenades her derriere
A young man admires the Goddess handiwork,
with his words,
“Look at the...
564 reads
2 Comments
Love in the Asylum
Love in the Asylum
Sonja
John, this place is so sexually repressive. I mean we can’t even masturbate. God I get so schizzy I feel like I really am crazy. Why do people like you and me end up here anyway? I mean we’re nutty but can’t we just watch porno movies at home? Sex is the ultimate healer after all.
John
I dig your groove my darling. I used to stay up all night watching late night cable softcore. I controlled my urges until I got back to the bedroom. I didn’t want to get caught by my sisters getting off in front of the TV. But that was a lifetime ago. Now...
Sonja
John, this place is so sexually repressive. I mean we can’t even masturbate. God I get so schizzy I feel like I really am crazy. Why do people like you and me end up here anyway? I mean we’re nutty but can’t we just watch porno movies at home? Sex is the ultimate healer after all.
John
I dig your groove my darling. I used to stay up all night watching late night cable softcore. I controlled my urges until I got back to the bedroom. I didn’t want to get caught by my sisters getting off in front of the TV. But that was a lifetime ago. Now...
825 reads
2 Comments
Orgasm
Orgasm
Slipping through the velvet crack of twilight
I find myself suspended in ethereal wine dark
The Burgundy haze glows
In my golden dream journey
My mind evaporates into golden butterflies
The communal being of my thoughts
streams upward through crimson clouds
As I ascend the tornado
Myriad thoughts blossom
In the epicenter of my being
In this marriage of our souls
My fragmented pearls of consciousness
Coalesce into a sparkling ruby
My lotus dream carries me higher
Into the nothingness of eternity
Till in a...
Slipping through the velvet crack of twilight
I find myself suspended in ethereal wine dark
The Burgundy haze glows
In my golden dream journey
My mind evaporates into golden butterflies
The communal being of my thoughts
streams upward through crimson clouds
As I ascend the tornado
Myriad thoughts blossom
In the epicenter of my being
In this marriage of our souls
My fragmented pearls of consciousness
Coalesce into a sparkling ruby
My lotus dream carries me higher
Into the nothingness of eternity
Till in a...
885 reads
6 Comments
Rite of Passage I
Rite of Passage I
Primeval forest music
Hyenas howl in chorus
Their moans echo my longing
As I pass ghost like through trees
My bare feet touch the wet earth
On a holy journey toward the east
The moon blesses me with night glow
As I follow the worn path
Cicadas chirp in ancient rhythms
Their mysterious music serenads my passage
To a world beyond childhood
My vision quest leads me far away
The cosmic dream unfolds before me
As I emerge into womanhood
Rich earthy scents waft on breeze
Bamboo creaks in the haunted night...
Primeval forest music
Hyenas howl in chorus
Their moans echo my longing
As I pass ghost like through trees
My bare feet touch the wet earth
On a holy journey toward the east
The moon blesses me with night glow
As I follow the worn path
Cicadas chirp in ancient rhythms
Their mysterious music serenads my passage
To a world beyond childhood
My vision quest leads me far away
The cosmic dream unfolds before me
As I emerge into womanhood
Rich earthy scents waft on breeze
Bamboo creaks in the haunted night...
639 reads
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Heidi's New Life
Heidi's New Life
Heidi stooped down to adjust her high heel shoe. She was wearing turquoise lingerie covered in a gossamer dress. Her gown rippled as she moved across the floor. She was a walking seduction.
As Heidi stood up, she was startled by a burly man grabbing her shoulders. He taped her mouth shut with duct tape. Then he ushered her into another room. The room was bright white with a marble table in the middle. Two men lifted her and placed her on the stone slab. She heard a woman giving orders. “Undress her. Bind her. Blindfold her. Prepare her for the...
Heidi stooped down to adjust her high heel shoe. She was wearing turquoise lingerie covered in a gossamer dress. Her gown rippled as she moved across the floor. She was a walking seduction.
As Heidi stood up, she was startled by a burly man grabbing her shoulders. He taped her mouth shut with duct tape. Then he ushered her into another room. The room was bright white with a marble table in the middle. Two men lifted her and placed her on the stone slab. She heard a woman giving orders. “Undress her. Bind her. Blindfold her. Prepare her for the...
671 reads
2 Comments
Letter on Madness
Dear Sita,
I hope you enjoyed Lila. I am sending you these citations and articles on culture and mental illness which I hope you find useful for the Bridges course. I believe that the research done in the sixties and before on culture in mental illness is still valid although not the politically accepted philosophy of today.
One of the main points Pirsig makes about mental illness is that when we talk about our concepts of mental illness using modern science what we are ultimately talking about is our own values. Psychiatrists are ultimately really social, cultural and...
I hope you enjoyed Lila. I am sending you these citations and articles on culture and mental illness which I hope you find useful for the Bridges course. I believe that the research done in the sixties and before on culture in mental illness is still valid although not the politically accepted philosophy of today.
One of the main points Pirsig makes about mental illness is that when we talk about our concepts of mental illness using modern science what we are ultimately talking about is our own values. Psychiatrists are ultimately really social, cultural and...
781 reads
2 Comments
Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve
Pastel sunset shines through clouds
Pale blue sky etched with crimson
Sun sinks in fiery burst
Darkness lies across the land
Wind blows across corn fields
Train whistle blows a plaintive note
Stars sparkle on like Christmas tree lights
We lay in December chill
In dome tent
On air mattress cushion
Rain flap unneeded
Gossamer net mesh ceiling
Translucent to moonbeams
As we lay bundled beneath a wool blanket
Amongst waving tassels of corn
Bathing in moon-glow
Our bodies converge
I gaze through...
Pastel sunset shines through clouds
Pale blue sky etched with crimson
Sun sinks in fiery burst
Darkness lies across the land
Wind blows across corn fields
Train whistle blows a plaintive note
Stars sparkle on like Christmas tree lights
We lay in December chill
In dome tent
On air mattress cushion
Rain flap unneeded
Gossamer net mesh ceiling
Translucent to moonbeams
As we lay bundled beneath a wool blanket
Amongst waving tassels of corn
Bathing in moon-glow
Our bodies converge
I gaze through...
671 reads
7 Comments
Desolation Angels
Desolation Angels
Bossa nova road dips and rises
Through red dressed lady land
And her rosy mesa skirts
Past gaping gullies of ruddy rock
Our reverie born of dewy eyed love
Spellbound by her Madonna mystique
Twilight douses sun wick
Her Mona Lisa smile cast in intimate shadows
Miles gather like beads
In a rosary ritual
Desert melts into night
In desolation hymns eternal
Bossa nova road dips and rises
Through red dressed lady land
And her rosy mesa skirts
Past gaping gullies of ruddy rock
Our reverie born of dewy eyed love
Spellbound by her Madonna mystique
Twilight douses sun wick
Her Mona Lisa smile cast in intimate shadows
Miles gather like beads
In a rosary ritual
Desert melts into night
In desolation hymns eternal
646 reads
3 Comments
Gypsy Highway
Gypsy Highway
Windham Hill music suspends beloved and I
In ambient reverie of speechless Sphinxes
Ahead convertible with lady passenger
In elegant wide brimmed hat
Her scarlet scarf flutters in breeze
Like a Himalayan prayer flag
She crests parched hills
As we follow in desert dance
Like Bedouins lost in city streets
Our gypsy highway turns to a blind alley
Where People expire like angels
In carbon monoxide dreams
Windham Hill music suspends beloved and I
In ambient reverie of speechless Sphinxes
Ahead convertible with lady passenger
In elegant wide brimmed hat
Her scarlet scarf flutters in breeze
Like a Himalayan prayer flag
She crests parched hills
As we follow in desert dance
Like Bedouins lost in city streets
Our gypsy highway turns to a blind alley
Where People expire like angels
In carbon monoxide dreams
642 reads
5 Comments
Thorny Rose
Thorny Rose
Mist blows cold across dark green lake
Heavy clouds move across sky
In river of icy air
Lying in tent
Beneath pines
Thick wool blanket conceals our nakedness
Our hearts woven together
Our bodies wrapped together like grape vines
Your sinuous form molded against my breast
The storm in our hearts
Makes us oblivious to thunder in sky
Your tongue brushes across my lips
Like butterfly wings,
Delicate as a Japanese calligrapher’s stroke
My fingers trace the curve of your hips
Fingertips brushing...
Mist blows cold across dark green lake
Heavy clouds move across sky
In river of icy air
Lying in tent
Beneath pines
Thick wool blanket conceals our nakedness
Our hearts woven together
Our bodies wrapped together like grape vines
Your sinuous form molded against my breast
The storm in our hearts
Makes us oblivious to thunder in sky
Your tongue brushes across my lips
Like butterfly wings,
Delicate as a Japanese calligrapher’s stroke
My fingers trace the curve of your hips
Fingertips brushing...
754 reads
4 Comments
Indian Mound Woman
Indian Mound Woman
The turquoise sky shines above me like a crystal sphere of blown glass. The forest below is a dark ocean of green. Chlorophyll colors stream into my eyes.
I feel waves of exquisite bliss penetrate the core of my feminine essence. I gaze down from atop the secondary knoll of Emerald mound. My solitude is complete with me alone upon the nipple rising from the breast of mother earth.
I descend the stairs to stroll the grassy ceremonial plaza. My body is bathed in June heat. My thin summer dress clings to my moist skin.
My adobe curves...
The turquoise sky shines above me like a crystal sphere of blown glass. The forest below is a dark ocean of green. Chlorophyll colors stream into my eyes.
I feel waves of exquisite bliss penetrate the core of my feminine essence. I gaze down from atop the secondary knoll of Emerald mound. My solitude is complete with me alone upon the nipple rising from the breast of mother earth.
I descend the stairs to stroll the grassy ceremonial plaza. My body is bathed in June heat. My thin summer dress clings to my moist skin.
My adobe curves...
714 reads
6 Comments
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