Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
5th Aug 2020 12:01pm
5th Aug 2020 12:01pm
a kiss upon...
a surprise
when I opened my eyes
and your pen had graced my space.
Oh I feel for you
as your eyes were heavy, so late.
what more could I do to compensate
but to fill them with words and words,
may they be heard.
My Grace the quality of my verse
does lack this morn,
I plea ye, lack the scorn.
the imagery of you being part of a blanket
that in this chill of night
with the air so still
I picture your body as my cloak
such a vivid image my mind has took.
never before have I read such pretty a word. ...
when I opened my eyes
and your pen had graced my space.
Oh I feel for you
as your eyes were heavy, so late.
what more could I do to compensate
but to fill them with words and words,
may they be heard.
My Grace the quality of my verse
does lack this morn,
I plea ye, lack the scorn.
the imagery of you being part of a blanket
that in this chill of night
with the air so still
I picture your body as my cloak
such a vivid image my mind has took.
never before have I read such pretty a word. ...
#inspirational
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Aug 2020 1:28am
5th Aug 2020 1:28am
the white of a poet's shirt....
yes, the world goes around...
step by step we make the circle...
like every season...
and sometimes...we have no reason
would i be able to hear nature's words if I sat in a poet's shirt
by a creek, maybe even a brook
with my writing book.
oh...Stevie…help me see that "lightning that strikes...
maybe once…maybe twice"
i want to build my world around..
if not for real…maybe a muse...
or who my heart does choose
and if you danced ...
before me...
just as natural
as you could be..
hear my...
step by step we make the circle...
like every season...
and sometimes...we have no reason
would i be able to hear nature's words if I sat in a poet's shirt
by a creek, maybe even a brook
with my writing book.
oh...Stevie…help me see that "lightning that strikes...
maybe once…maybe twice"
i want to build my world around..
if not for real…maybe a muse...
or who my heart does choose
and if you danced ...
before me...
just as natural
as you could be..
hear my...
#escape
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Aug 2020 6:11am
4th Aug 2020 6:11am
you mesmerize
true so true
your words and to remember, the little lesson of the red engine
that with his words...
i think i can, i think i can
all of the mountain
can be held in the smallest of hand....
though the lesson of rhyme
i think i stretched and modified it to fit
my art, for my rhyme, less wit
I do seek that laughter
the bright and musical chuckle to which you referred
but less of late the simple has occurred.
I read upon your rhyme and your word
how you mesmerize, you captivate
the lines,
dutifully and...
your words and to remember, the little lesson of the red engine
that with his words...
i think i can, i think i can
all of the mountain
can be held in the smallest of hand....
though the lesson of rhyme
i think i stretched and modified it to fit
my art, for my rhyme, less wit
I do seek that laughter
the bright and musical chuckle to which you referred
but less of late the simple has occurred.
I read upon your rhyme and your word
how you mesmerize, you captivate
the lines,
dutifully and...
#fate
#spiritual
#magic
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2020 5:55am
4th Aug 2020 5:55am
crossroads
in and out
high and low
the road,
so it goes...
in ancient ways
the old gods did say
for to them, i find, i pray.
nature takes its turn
understanding such, the more i urn.
i grasp with my hands, everything i can
make sense if willed, yet the road so far, yet I’m just a man.
cross roads, bring, and so i do meet.
each stone that passes, i pick and cherish and keep.
ride with me in my pocket awhile.
nestle there in its comfort, my child.
narrow, a path which has given me to seek
i have withered it...
high and low
the road,
so it goes...
in ancient ways
the old gods did say
for to them, i find, i pray.
nature takes its turn
understanding such, the more i urn.
i grasp with my hands, everything i can
make sense if willed, yet the road so far, yet I’m just a man.
cross roads, bring, and so i do meet.
each stone that passes, i pick and cherish and keep.
ride with me in my pocket awhile.
nestle there in its comfort, my child.
narrow, a path which has given me to seek
i have withered it...
#nature
#spiritual
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2020 8:38pm
2nd Aug 2020 8:38pm
The Plantation
did the plantation ever die?
worthy of a private eye
a question, needing the address
flipping the pages of unrest.
vast were the lands
providing for the heritage to withstand.
now the humor is less than jest
once again the owners read from their list
mistakes, obviously they did make
heavens let's not forsake.
the fierce of the whip
in modern times they do skip.
honey from the evermore sinister
the plot now is given less vinegar.
did the plantation really die?
observing of these days,
cripples me to say. ...
worthy of a private eye
a question, needing the address
flipping the pages of unrest.
vast were the lands
providing for the heritage to withstand.
now the humor is less than jest
once again the owners read from their list
mistakes, obviously they did make
heavens let's not forsake.
the fierce of the whip
in modern times they do skip.
honey from the evermore sinister
the plot now is given less vinegar.
did the plantation really die?
observing of these days,
cripples me to say. ...
#freedom
#tragedy
#morality
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jul 2020 1:10pm
31st Jul 2020 1:10pm
essence of gardening
time, space
vivid, the image,
oh, how your garden could be traced.
as water gripping, drips,
absorbed, to disappear
yet the growth soon to rear.
as rivets in a knight's armour
neatly rowed
as seeds to be sowed.
her garden does each to us honour.
presented as wonder of color
a rainbow, a spell to put us under.
at a glance to see her bent over
upon the soil she does hover
giving rise
if she may
bringeth birth to this new day.
vivid, the image,
oh, how your garden could be traced.
as water gripping, drips,
absorbed, to disappear
yet the growth soon to rear.
as rivets in a knight's armour
neatly rowed
as seeds to be sowed.
her garden does each to us honour.
presented as wonder of color
a rainbow, a spell to put us under.
at a glance to see her bent over
upon the soil she does hover
giving rise
if she may
bringeth birth to this new day.
#kindness
#motivational
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jul 2020 10:01am
30th Jul 2020 10:01am
simple as a pun
the muse seeker's wish
as to what you find in a candy’s dish
an assortment
more over as your hand reaches, to fish
as to what you find on that proverbial list.
the scanning of the learned eye
quick wit, coupled with the bye and bye
the volumes
studious, yet unrealized by the shy
simple the craft to whom realize.
methodical, as of the piper’s drones
as to the jam on a morning scone
the formulas
musically, so beautifully as have shown
captivating, impressing, yet less known.
could it just be pleaded jargon? ...
as to what you find in a candy’s dish
an assortment
more over as your hand reaches, to fish
as to what you find on that proverbial list.
the scanning of the learned eye
quick wit, coupled with the bye and bye
the volumes
studious, yet unrealized by the shy
simple the craft to whom realize.
methodical, as of the piper’s drones
as to the jam on a morning scone
the formulas
musically, so beautifully as have shown
captivating, impressing, yet less known.
could it just be pleaded jargon? ...
#WritersBlock
#curse
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STORY POEM
Published
29th Jul 2020 8:06am
29th Jul 2020 8:06am
snow on distant shores
Echoes of the wind
Spinning gracefully they bend
Brittle the snaps
And the scent of the many cracks.
Whirlwind and the foam
Splashes as the tides moan
Never changing patterns
Rhythmic are its only concerns.
Upon distant beach
Kneeling as far as her reach
Brown with auburn tones
Breathe, she so owns.
Mirrored are the shadows
Casting down as through windows
Peeking out over gloomy white
As winter moves in the air tonight.
Past are the autumn chills
Old sweaters of no frills
Pastel...
Spinning gracefully they bend
Brittle the snaps
And the scent of the many cracks.
Whirlwind and the foam
Splashes as the tides moan
Never changing patterns
Rhythmic are its only concerns.
Upon distant beach
Kneeling as far as her reach
Brown with auburn tones
Breathe, she so owns.
Mirrored are the shadows
Casting down as through windows
Peeking out over gloomy white
As winter moves in the air tonight.
Past are the autumn chills
Old sweaters of no frills
Pastel...
#dreams
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jul 2020 7:55am
29th Jul 2020 7:55am
waltz
I wait for you...
my mystery lady...
I look within your eyes...
looking, hoping I may see
deep within thee...
for one moment in your mind i want to be
your spirit...i want to visit.
to hear in what you believe...
do you worship?
do you pray unto Mother Earth?
Is the power of old...
are stories told?
spin
with me
in a dance
in the rays
of our moon.
let nature play her tune.
hear music in time
rhythm and rhyme
with my hand on your hip...
waltz with me in three quarter...
my mystery lady...
I look within your eyes...
looking, hoping I may see
deep within thee...
for one moment in your mind i want to be
your spirit...i want to visit.
to hear in what you believe...
do you worship?
do you pray unto Mother Earth?
Is the power of old...
are stories told?
spin
with me
in a dance
in the rays
of our moon.
let nature play her tune.
hear music in time
rhythm and rhyme
with my hand on your hip...
waltz with me in three quarter...
#dance
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jul 2020 6:04am
27th Jul 2020 6:04am
let your words last
so it is upon my return,
venturing back for more to learn.
it is your mind, i so, want to address
to attest...maybe even undress.
tick tock as a human clock.
open wide, so i might look inside.
words of wisdom from your hand, you have penned,
here is where, you bring me, to begin.
questions a many
does that make me sound nerdy or just a ninny.
maybe a coin, for a thought, a penny.
sitting back,
wondering for what i lack,
i wonder when you sit to write
do you curl up and type into a phone or sit at a desk ...
venturing back for more to learn.
it is your mind, i so, want to address
to attest...maybe even undress.
tick tock as a human clock.
open wide, so i might look inside.
words of wisdom from your hand, you have penned,
here is where, you bring me, to begin.
questions a many
does that make me sound nerdy or just a ninny.
maybe a coin, for a thought, a penny.
sitting back,
wondering for what i lack,
i wonder when you sit to write
do you curl up and type into a phone or sit at a desk ...
#dreams
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jun 2020 2:18pm
9th Jun 2020 2:18pm
interruptions
never the time
constant interruptions of the sublime.
a smidget of the real
so nice to know that in secret moments, with me you steal
the essence of life can get in the way...and fantasy has no place to play.
hmmm, what to do, what to do
sad yet true...
so as eve comes to you
and you are curled up in bed...
with the ideas i've suggested, and others that you might have read.
would you tell me that you tender your breast,
and softly you caress...
and as your nipples appear,
have no fear as you squeeze them hard and twist, my...
constant interruptions of the sublime.
a smidget of the real
so nice to know that in secret moments, with me you steal
the essence of life can get in the way...and fantasy has no place to play.
hmmm, what to do, what to do
sad yet true...
so as eve comes to you
and you are curled up in bed...
with the ideas i've suggested, and others that you might have read.
would you tell me that you tender your breast,
and softly you caress...
and as your nipples appear,
have no fear as you squeeze them hard and twist, my...
#lust
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2020 12:58pm
25th Mar 2020 12:58pm
more at ease
so where shall I tease you first...
shall I pull at your silken hair
or maybe speak more on your skin so fair.
or maybe the fullness of your lips...
where would or should the teasing so fit....
and the words like rhyme and time...
of which all poems speak...
maybe mine a smile it might teach...
a princess of this night..
by the hallow moon's light
and as i tease...I know the sparkle will become…
brighter than the afternoon's sun..
I know this is all corny and trite..
but just words that I do tease...
may they...
shall I pull at your silken hair
or maybe speak more on your skin so fair.
or maybe the fullness of your lips...
where would or should the teasing so fit....
and the words like rhyme and time...
of which all poems speak...
maybe mine a smile it might teach...
a princess of this night..
by the hallow moon's light
and as i tease...I know the sparkle will become…
brighter than the afternoon's sun..
I know this is all corny and trite..
but just words that I do tease...
may they...
#sensual
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