Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
collection: random thoughts
winter promised
drifting is eternity
as the graying of our hearts
which by desire
reigns on this still earth
maimed soldiers slump
as the lingering ghosts
darkened heroes
silently gather
to marble
in the eyes of children
immortality transfigured
spellbound amazement
...
drifting is eternity
as the graying of our hearts
which by desire
reigns on this still earth
maimed soldiers slump
as the lingering ghosts
darkened heroes
silently gather
to marble
in the eyes of children
immortality transfigured
spellbound amazement
...
#boredom
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the clay
mix my clay.
fold and mold,
work the sin.
as your slick wet hands
adding heat upon my skin,
take notice, witness, momentary flaws.
your brush, its glaze...
can you mend its cause?
. . .center staged,
seemly, within your hand,
feeling-- emotionally aged
harboring fast. . .for do you understand?
soft, kneading your form,
creations, mimicked with alarm,
waxing of layers,
modifications, withholding all. you perform.
the growth of a solid union
is the jest,
and the twist.
as I sit,
as I spin ...
fold and mold,
work the sin.
as your slick wet hands
adding heat upon my skin,
take notice, witness, momentary flaws.
your brush, its glaze...
can you mend its cause?
. . .center staged,
seemly, within your hand,
feeling-- emotionally aged
harboring fast. . .for do you understand?
soft, kneading your form,
creations, mimicked with alarm,
waxing of layers,
modifications, withholding all. you perform.
the growth of a solid union
is the jest,
and the twist.
as I sit,
as I spin ...
#dreams
#LifeChangingMoment
#escape
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rainy days
those rainy days......
and never can I get you to come out and play....
years, I have pleaded
and pleaded
and here it is another of those days.
for a little fantasy...or maybe ecstasy...
only could our minds see...
would you journey
hand in hand
off to another land?
let the silence make the moods
and the senses create the moves.
let the passions design
that never
you nor I could have ever
choreographed such a rhyme.
could ever the day
as the poets so daily praise,
could the...
and never can I get you to come out and play....
years, I have pleaded
and pleaded
and here it is another of those days.
for a little fantasy...or maybe ecstasy...
only could our minds see...
would you journey
hand in hand
off to another land?
let the silence make the moods
and the senses create the moves.
let the passions design
that never
you nor I could have ever
choreographed such a rhyme.
could ever the day
as the poets so daily praise,
could the...
#ForbiddenLove
#crush
#obsession
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twin feathers
she wore it down,
sometimes it snaked around,
the shimmer and sheen,
not golden, toasted, as coffee brown,
strands all twisted loosely bound,
but how the beauty she has still spun,
in the setting of today's spent sun,
her fingers splinter the silky web,
like a river flowing unto its ebb,
her hands cast it,
as if it were but a net,
resting atop her shoulders, it so set,
as if she folded it upon chiseled stone,
as she awaits her nightly moon.
as a warrior's headdress,
neatly woven, gently placed,
notice the twin...
sometimes it snaked around,
the shimmer and sheen,
not golden, toasted, as coffee brown,
strands all twisted loosely bound,
but how the beauty she has still spun,
in the setting of today's spent sun,
her fingers splinter the silky web,
like a river flowing unto its ebb,
her hands cast it,
as if it were but a net,
resting atop her shoulders, it so set,
as if she folded it upon chiseled stone,
as she awaits her nightly moon.
as a warrior's headdress,
neatly woven, gently placed,
notice the twin...
#universe
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1739: the sailing
come, my lass.
for ye, a wee story told,
better, a history, might you hold.
a kinship, that came to pass
from lochs and glens surely to last.
decades, before the clearings would bare.
Freedom, mirrored by land,
a purpose for all clansman.
each to passion, truly and dear
venturing they up the carolina’s cape fear.
forest green and highland stones,
from skye, kintyre and balinakill
mcalester, campbells, the family mcneill
pressing onward, new church and homes
yet the passing, the unknowns.
images...
for ye, a wee story told,
better, a history, might you hold.
a kinship, that came to pass
from lochs and glens surely to last.
decades, before the clearings would bare.
Freedom, mirrored by land,
a purpose for all clansman.
each to passion, truly and dear
venturing they up the carolina’s cape fear.
forest green and highland stones,
from skye, kintyre and balinakill
mcalester, campbells, the family mcneill
pressing onward, new church and homes
yet the passing, the unknowns.
images...
#historical
#culture
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pondering
a heart could it possibly hide
what a soul lives by.
could the eyes be the mirror of disguise.
the studious study of a learned mind
cresting on words and phrases it might find.
and...
the stroke of an artist's hand as it shadows while blending in.
the creating of detail
as a bride behind her veil.
for do the eyes reciprocate which is hid
and so the given, you say, is always spoken and said.
listen to the swiftness of the wind
winter and snow how in multiple layers, forming a thickness, a skin. ...
what a soul lives by.
could the eyes be the mirror of disguise.
the studious study of a learned mind
cresting on words and phrases it might find.
and...
the stroke of an artist's hand as it shadows while blending in.
the creating of detail
as a bride behind her veil.
for do the eyes reciprocate which is hid
and so the given, you say, is always spoken and said.
listen to the swiftness of the wind
winter and snow how in multiple layers, forming a thickness, a skin. ...
#learning
#wisdom
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close to Laura's ranch
just maybe that naughty,...
just maybe that aroused...
just maybe that wanting...
in the shadows of the dark.
come take a little walk...
down by the creek
by moon light, listening to the movement of night.
come take a little walk
hand in hand...we stand.
knowing not, what would stalk.
whispers we would speak
mutters within ear’s reach
do we find what each stands to seek…?
up the path again hand in hand, we go
as we have times and times before…
of course only in our minds
for we together have never...
just maybe that aroused...
just maybe that wanting...
in the shadows of the dark.
come take a little walk...
down by the creek
by moon light, listening to the movement of night.
come take a little walk
hand in hand...we stand.
knowing not, what would stalk.
whispers we would speak
mutters within ear’s reach
do we find what each stands to seek…?
up the path again hand in hand, we go
as we have times and times before…
of course only in our minds
for we together have never...
#erotic
#passion
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This is for you
#erotic
#temptation
#passion
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2 Comments
tamarack
do you want to know my scent?
do you want to feel my skin?
do you want to hear my voice in the night ?
do you want my hold of my hug?
tight, tighter than tight
to help you through that dark, dark night.
I want this and more...but even just a minute with you
I ponder...I would adore, adore.
...I so ponder you
my mind, your mind
... I so ponder you
my time, your time
and still
...I so ponder you
hand in hand
along a gentle yet winding path
filled with ferns and your pines
and sun light starved...
do you want to feel my skin?
do you want to hear my voice in the night ?
do you want my hold of my hug?
tight, tighter than tight
to help you through that dark, dark night.
I want this and more...but even just a minute with you
I ponder...I would adore, adore.
...I so ponder you
my mind, your mind
... I so ponder you
my time, your time
and still
...I so ponder you
hand in hand
along a gentle yet winding path
filled with ferns and your pines
and sun light starved...
#relationships
#crush
#obsession
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4 Comments
To Calligraphee
I wonder what it would take to break the silence of your mind”
may i?
would you give me a moment of your time?
hear me with your hammer and a wedge
let me take you to the formidable poet’s edge.
words, twisted and released…nothing greater than said.
look and seek for they are well hid.
blow by blow the hammer does set.
at that point, where the wedge is met
the simplest of cracks, well, it begins to be formed,
please, please don’t be alarmed…
your amazement is about to be transformed.
the whisper and the hush
as a wand, his...
may i?
would you give me a moment of your time?
hear me with your hammer and a wedge
let me take you to the formidable poet’s edge.
words, twisted and released…nothing greater than said.
look and seek for they are well hid.
blow by blow the hammer does set.
at that point, where the wedge is met
the simplest of cracks, well, it begins to be formed,
please, please don’t be alarmed…
your amazement is about to be transformed.
the whisper and the hush
as a wand, his...
#PowerOfWords
#reading
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1 Comment
do you hear me calling
do you hear me calling...here behind the trees.
deep in the woods.
i am calling you. sneak with me,
hand and hand
here ..shall we bond....
on the bank of the forbidden pond
i am calling you
not far from the bird's morning song
sharing laughter as the day grows long.
ever so patiently, both lingering for that kiss
in hope that the formation… given is true bliss
with the sunshine filtering through trees of green
providing the pretext of my mind's mean
butterfly patterns
as if the flirtations from the wings ...
deep in the woods.
i am calling you. sneak with me,
hand and hand
here ..shall we bond....
on the bank of the forbidden pond
i am calling you
not far from the bird's morning song
sharing laughter as the day grows long.
ever so patiently, both lingering for that kiss
in hope that the formation… given is true bliss
with the sunshine filtering through trees of green
providing the pretext of my mind's mean
butterfly patterns
as if the flirtations from the wings ...
#love
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2 Comments
all her imagery
in the winter with all her imagery.
the sterile solitude invokes solace
yet harbors contentment,
permeated by
her orchestrated design.
so neatly, her placement.
gentle, the crystals of snow.
yet the fury, the wind behind a gale.
the disappearance of seasons past,
and the abandonment of them to come.
but with contrary,
the innocence of young love.
inability to witness,
the candor of disbelief,
flourishes passion.
illuminating warmth.
as if,
only the kiss…
knows the secret to our hearts.
the sterile solitude invokes solace
yet harbors contentment,
permeated by
her orchestrated design.
so neatly, her placement.
gentle, the crystals of snow.
yet the fury, the wind behind a gale.
the disappearance of seasons past,
and the abandonment of them to come.
but with contrary,
the innocence of young love.
inability to witness,
the candor of disbelief,
flourishes passion.
illuminating warmth.
as if,
only the kiss…
knows the secret to our hearts.
#winter
370 reads
4 Comments
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