Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2018 1:57pm
16th Oct 2018 1:57pm
once again...the cycle
autumn does provide change.
the slowing down...leaving time for remembering.
the snow, the other day, here, brought a reminder of things to come.
the barren ..the preparation for rebirth...the cycle, we all know too well.
sadness...yet small joy.
joy....yet small sadness.
time ticks the clock.
the closing of the windows...
the locking of a farm's door.
as the grasses, wind blown and now wet...
laying flat....succumbing to the moisture in the wind
acceptance of the frost...and the weight of the blanketing snow.
protection from the...
the slowing down...leaving time for remembering.
the snow, the other day, here, brought a reminder of things to come.
the barren ..the preparation for rebirth...the cycle, we all know too well.
sadness...yet small joy.
joy....yet small sadness.
time ticks the clock.
the closing of the windows...
the locking of a farm's door.
as the grasses, wind blown and now wet...
laying flat....succumbing to the moisture in the wind
acceptance of the frost...and the weight of the blanketing snow.
protection from the...
#memories
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2018 00:27am
3rd Jun 2018 00:27am
barn owl
Oh, how I would whisper to you
my wanderings, my plights
yet better in the cover
just moments…
moments before a barn owl lights.
when all have gone amongst to be counted
And whereabouts known
preceding the predawn hunt, nature so condones
and the crystal that holds the spirit of the Scot
is but half
then maybe the stories would be favored by your laugh.
my wanderings, my plights
yet better in the cover
just moments…
moments before a barn owl lights.
when all have gone amongst to be counted
And whereabouts known
preceding the predawn hunt, nature so condones
and the crystal that holds the spirit of the Scot
is but half
then maybe the stories would be favored by your laugh.
#philosophical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2018 3:13pm
2nd Jun 2018 3:13pm
the last race
the ghost of June
the last of three, the horses did run
the memories, they have begun.
letting you know...the pothos, they flourish
as does the palm,
how i acquired it...i truly would have shunned.
its been years now
as you laid there watching them take the last turn.
never would i have thought,
life would be so different with the approaching sun.
lost in your look,
a heaviness as i shook.
yet it was yours, that life took.
trying to breathe,
never will your spirit leave.
all around, the sum of your parts.
on my...
the last of three, the horses did run
the memories, they have begun.
letting you know...the pothos, they flourish
as does the palm,
how i acquired it...i truly would have shunned.
its been years now
as you laid there watching them take the last turn.
never would i have thought,
life would be so different with the approaching sun.
lost in your look,
a heaviness as i shook.
yet it was yours, that life took.
trying to breathe,
never will your spirit leave.
all around, the sum of your parts.
on my...
#memories
#LifeChangingMoment
#emptiness
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2018 4:52am
2nd Jun 2018 4:52am
lake dreams
So you have seen the green.
The fullness of the mountain tops
Rich, filling the sky
And the gentle streams that flow by.
You have laid your eyes upon things as I,
Tell me your visions and just what you realize.
The wind blows wild tonight...
Does it take your hair?
Does it wrestle your heart?
I am listening, tell me love’s sweet plot.
Would it be the gentle brush of the hand?
A candles glare as eyes that stare
The flicking of its wick.
Would the trance mesmerize you under a spell?
As for me, to be crafty as a witch ...
The fullness of the mountain tops
Rich, filling the sky
And the gentle streams that flow by.
You have laid your eyes upon things as I,
Tell me your visions and just what you realize.
The wind blows wild tonight...
Does it take your hair?
Does it wrestle your heart?
I am listening, tell me love’s sweet plot.
Would it be the gentle brush of the hand?
A candles glare as eyes that stare
The flicking of its wick.
Would the trance mesmerize you under a spell?
As for me, to be crafty as a witch ...
#lust
#water
#nature
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2018 4:38am
2nd Jun 2018 4:38am
along the creek
within the weeds
along the creek
a jewel, i found in you
a sparkle. your glimmer...how you shined the closer i looked
your words i took...
peering over them once again...once, twice, three times, again, i looked
to make you smile...so hard i tried before..
i found words from within that i had not known before...
feelings unknown...so were they? laying in wait...
how i consumed them as a beast upon the bait...
is time ever forgotten?....
or is it just in hiding ...
or is it abiding...
tell me how to shine from the...
along the creek
a jewel, i found in you
a sparkle. your glimmer...how you shined the closer i looked
your words i took...
peering over them once again...once, twice, three times, again, i looked
to make you smile...so hard i tried before..
i found words from within that i had not known before...
feelings unknown...so were they? laying in wait...
how i consumed them as a beast upon the bait...
is time ever forgotten?....
or is it just in hiding ...
or is it abiding...
tell me how to shine from the...
#nature
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2018 11:02am
1st Jun 2018 11:02am
3 dot belt
sweetness runs on orange rays
stemming out above
crystal reflection
crinkle, just soft
underneath brown boot.
a vastness,
winding brooks
trees to line
standing to look,
head back
up up up
hurling club
3 dot belt
connections...
you now hold your mane
you too,
Orion... same.
stemming out above
crystal reflection
crinkle, just soft
underneath brown boot.
a vastness,
winding brooks
trees to line
standing to look,
head back
up up up
hurling club
3 dot belt
connections...
you now hold your mane
you too,
Orion... same.
#nature
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jun 2018 10:57am
1st Jun 2018 10:57am
think
my day is beginning
and so is yours.
you will be with me as I walk
slowly we will move
and together we will contemplate
everything.
for I would ask,
what would you think,
odd to think and wonder what another would think.
at this moment...I wonder and ponder,
how does she start her day off,
is it coffee or tea that she would drink.
that is what i think.
and so is yours.
you will be with me as I walk
slowly we will move
and together we will contemplate
everything.
for I would ask,
what would you think,
odd to think and wonder what another would think.
at this moment...I wonder and ponder,
how does she start her day off,
is it coffee or tea that she would drink.
that is what i think.
#morning
#SelfReflection
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2018 3:42pm
31st May 2018 3:42pm
grace
so neatly polished, the tips
with grace, does she lay her hands
the rim of the cup, the residue and less full
with sunlight reflecting, then
reflective thoughts,
would that be cream?
in her pitcher...?
just a thought...?
the black sleeve contrasting within...
a couple of more random thoughts...
balance, forms the frame...
a thought of those hands...
how she might grasp her spoon...
with grace, does she lay her hands
the rim of the cup, the residue and less full
with sunlight reflecting, then
reflective thoughts,
would that be cream?
in her pitcher...?
just a thought...?
the black sleeve contrasting within...
a couple of more random thoughts...
balance, forms the frame...
a thought of those hands...
how she might grasp her spoon...
#inspirational
#learning
#escape
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2018 7:14am
22nd May 2018 7:14am
do i
do i creep into your mind?
do i dance around in you with wonder?
can you see me standing before you?
do you wonder how my voice sounds...
the words...the sentences....
do you wonder what the whispers would be..
how they would feel against your neck...
as my breath is felt...and the whispers are heard...
"ever wonder"..your words...
do you ever wonder...
when the moon glowed from the sky...
did you see the rays...
did you wonder...did you think that i gazed upon those same rays...
do i dance...do we dance in your...
do i dance around in you with wonder?
can you see me standing before you?
do you wonder how my voice sounds...
the words...the sentences....
do you wonder what the whispers would be..
how they would feel against your neck...
as my breath is felt...and the whispers are heard...
"ever wonder"..your words...
do you ever wonder...
when the moon glowed from the sky...
did you see the rays...
did you wonder...did you think that i gazed upon those same rays...
do i dance...do we dance in your...
#secrets
#fate
#honesty
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd May 2018 7:08am
22nd May 2018 7:08am
snow flakes
if the wind blew snow. . .
would you dance?
gently,
catching. . .
swirling. . .
flakes upon your tongue.
would you dance?
gently,
catching. . .
swirling. . .
flakes upon your tongue.
#hope
#inspirational
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STORY POEM
Published
14th May 2018 5:05pm
14th May 2018 5:05pm
zebra like
..zebra like,
wind swept hair, it was,
masking her beauty
yet as the lens griped the pose,
she...provided wonder
her sexuality
mystifying
as the eyes stare
...zebra like
masking her thoughts
how you always provide me wonder.
is it,
the stare,
the look or the gaze
that flirts within my mind's maze.
the fullness of your eyes
giving me to a trance...
hypnotic...
as the rhythm goes...
wind swept hair so it moves
as it falls across her breast.
wind swept hair, it was,
masking her beauty
yet as the lens griped the pose,
she...provided wonder
her sexuality
mystifying
as the eyes stare
...zebra like
masking her thoughts
how you always provide me wonder.
is it,
the stare,
the look or the gaze
that flirts within my mind's maze.
the fullness of your eyes
giving me to a trance...
hypnotic...
as the rhythm goes...
wind swept hair so it moves
as it falls across her breast.
#admiration
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STORY POEM
Published
24th Apr 2018 3:23pm
24th Apr 2018 3:23pm
bring only
listening...
she is...
preparing...
the door,
closes.
the shower,
runs.
the moan,
groans.
faint.
sweet.
the door,
opens.
the world,
awaits.
the rain,
falls.
capturing.
reminding.
the molecules,
mist.
the face,
captures.
the mind,
grasps.
evading.
ever so remembering.
her day through the door
blowing back on me
her scent
floral, citrus, the earth ...
she is...
preparing...
the door,
closes.
the shower,
runs.
the moan,
groans.
faint.
sweet.
the door,
opens.
the world,
awaits.
the rain,
falls.
capturing.
reminding.
the molecules,
mist.
the face,
captures.
the mind,
grasps.
evading.
ever so remembering.
her day through the door
blowing back on me
her scent
floral, citrus, the earth ...
#anxiety
#morning
#honesty
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