Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
(revised)
From sensationalism bleeds history.
Are these twins to blame?
Their movements freeze the frame.
Formatting the worse.
Feeding, milking a curse,
All in the avarice of news,
Be it here. We lose.
Each the lending of the inane,
Could one ever imagine, even ascertain?
Heedlessly, coercing the haunting fate.
An image. desiccated, fermented in law, disguised as rights,
Creating the evil of that night…
Rainbows in life a new.
The riches of gold, the honors bestowed upon you.
Amidst the royal titles to ladies of more, ...
Are these twins to blame?
Their movements freeze the frame.
Formatting the worse.
Feeding, milking a curse,
All in the avarice of news,
Be it here. We lose.
Each the lending of the inane,
Could one ever imagine, even ascertain?
Heedlessly, coercing the haunting fate.
An image. desiccated, fermented in law, disguised as rights,
Creating the evil of that night…
Rainbows in life a new.
The riches of gold, the honors bestowed upon you.
Amidst the royal titles to ladies of more, ...
#greed
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transgressional thoughts: 1976
translating the night-
crickets moaning to black sounds of night-
motion stirring-
while motionless creatures rest,
in time.
echoes for lust,
crushed only by the just.
rainbows of dust: drowning out the callings to us
reasons not known, feelings so little.
acknowledgement, mostly forgot
understanding, a not.
passions now splatter themselves on the walls-
just to promise you,
that you may fall.
crickets moaning to black sounds of night-
motion stirring-
while motionless creatures rest,
in time.
echoes for lust,
crushed only by the just.
rainbows of dust: drowning out the callings to us
reasons not known, feelings so little.
acknowledgement, mostly forgot
understanding, a not.
passions now splatter themselves on the walls-
just to promise you,
that you may fall.
#philosophical
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let me
Oh, my my
as I kneel and may I say
please, please give it to me.
i am ready
oh how i have waited on this day
to lick your lips and taste what may
i have waited to spread you wide and to look inside
to stick my tongue upon your pretty pink
to make it wet and so for me it will drip.
as it awaits my wide stiff link.
to watch you rub your pussy
Oh, such a wondrous dream
to hear you, maybe even as a scream.
but even to hear the soft gentle grunts and moans
surely a satisfying tone.
i want to watch your finger go round and...
as I kneel and may I say
please, please give it to me.
i am ready
oh how i have waited on this day
to lick your lips and taste what may
i have waited to spread you wide and to look inside
to stick my tongue upon your pretty pink
to make it wet and so for me it will drip.
as it awaits my wide stiff link.
to watch you rub your pussy
Oh, such a wondrous dream
to hear you, maybe even as a scream.
but even to hear the soft gentle grunts and moans
surely a satisfying tone.
i want to watch your finger go round and...
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
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I, too
I, too, heard the country's call
is it not one in the same...
keeping in me... sane?
silence,
the reward ,
staying, the chill of early morn
would the calm increase within
...if my warm leg were to...
brush against you ...
a true message could it send.
with my back momentarily turned
sketch again the loving of your word...
finger tip ...dots and curves....
written....
as a whisper’s imagery and a reality does emerge.
the dark of the night...
close my lady…my sweet... ...
is it not one in the same...
keeping in me... sane?
silence,
the reward ,
staying, the chill of early morn
would the calm increase within
...if my warm leg were to...
brush against you ...
a true message could it send.
with my back momentarily turned
sketch again the loving of your word...
finger tip ...dots and curves....
written....
as a whisper’s imagery and a reality does emerge.
the dark of the night...
close my lady…my sweet... ...
#nature
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stone
yes..
the fullness of the moon...
she turns,
my mind travels...
again, be it so
as down the forbidden,
our minds often go...
would you find the curves of a stone...
and within the night..
press,
its hardness of that stone.
against,
moving up and down,
on parts surely,
never should to me... be known.
in the cover of night...
only with streaks of her moon light...
movement of my hand as if to choke...
for close, you are upon this dream...
magically,
i have felt you within.... ...
the fullness of the moon...
she turns,
my mind travels...
again, be it so
as down the forbidden,
our minds often go...
would you find the curves of a stone...
and within the night..
press,
its hardness of that stone.
against,
moving up and down,
on parts surely,
never should to me... be known.
in the cover of night...
only with streaks of her moon light...
movement of my hand as if to choke...
for close, you are upon this dream...
magically,
i have felt you within.... ...
#ForbiddenLove
#temptation
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at night.... you walk
...oh to write to you with all that is in my mind...
your hand in mine...
the night's moon is in her glow...
to share the morning's rise...to just sit and watch.
to smell the wheat...
golden....all around…standing in the rich…formerly a sea of green
upon my shoulder...you do lean...
the smell of your skin....
and in your hair....you and nature...how they blend...
each waking day...in my head you do play....
year after year....how lucky my mind is my dear...
so many times your walks upon your creek...
have been walks that I have...
your hand in mine...
the night's moon is in her glow...
to share the morning's rise...to just sit and watch.
to smell the wheat...
golden....all around…standing in the rich…formerly a sea of green
upon my shoulder...you do lean...
the smell of your skin....
and in your hair....you and nature...how they blend...
each waking day...in my head you do play....
year after year....how lucky my mind is my dear...
so many times your walks upon your creek...
have been walks that I have...
#dreams
#memories
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201, in the name of science
#science
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but, i should
i don’t know you
yet,
i look at every one of your details,
the gentleness of your curve
wondering of your love.
i stare upon your photo in your lace,
my mind then salivates for a sampling taste.
the nipples and how they protrude,
the openness that falls just right
elating my delight.
once again, my mind
is it to preclude?
a coating of the whimsical lube
to stimulate
stiffening to yet masturbate.
Oh, for heaven’s sake
i don’t know you
but,
i should.
yet,
i look at every one of your details,
the gentleness of your curve
wondering of your love.
i stare upon your photo in your lace,
my mind then salivates for a sampling taste.
the nipples and how they protrude,
the openness that falls just right
elating my delight.
once again, my mind
is it to preclude?
a coating of the whimsical lube
to stimulate
stiffening to yet masturbate.
Oh, for heaven’s sake
i don’t know you
but,
i should.
#lust
#dreams
#crush
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passing thoughts
and as I find a friend
like all that have come before
out of my life they flow
behind an opaque door.
you journey in my mind
and upon a road
paved black
leaving me this hard row to hoe.
traveling bound
on silver wings, so you press on
outside your nest
left are others to forlorn.
I embrace with joy
your efforts to play
to grow up ..and live
on track, as you must stay.
but come the day,
one filled with haze
life creates a bump or two
leaving all a maze.
do find me here,...
like all that have come before
out of my life they flow
behind an opaque door.
you journey in my mind
and upon a road
paved black
leaving me this hard row to hoe.
traveling bound
on silver wings, so you press on
outside your nest
left are others to forlorn.
I embrace with joy
your efforts to play
to grow up ..and live
on track, as you must stay.
but come the day,
one filled with haze
life creates a bump or two
leaving all a maze.
do find me here,...
#memories
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the cookie jar
and so now we have pooh...
alone ....among the honey bees
in his own time and a pondering
along with his honey jar.
a taste of dew,
images that are in the mind
he sits and stews.
what could be more fun,
than the imagination of pooh
and one as you.
cookie jars and honey jars
no different when you look from a far.
pondering of chance
a mystery, the jars sit.
pooh, at glance.
to have the honey as it drips
from the tip of the tongue
to the end of pooh’s chinny chin chin
have you ever thought of this fairy...
alone ....among the honey bees
in his own time and a pondering
along with his honey jar.
a taste of dew,
images that are in the mind
he sits and stews.
what could be more fun,
than the imagination of pooh
and one as you.
cookie jars and honey jars
no different when you look from a far.
pondering of chance
a mystery, the jars sit.
pooh, at glance.
to have the honey as it drips
from the tip of the tongue
to the end of pooh’s chinny chin chin
have you ever thought of this fairy...
#lust
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of Nashua’s light
With condolences in rhetoric
yet meager the attempt.
An expression of sadness
with tears, I present.
Complexities, the issue
from a vision,
shimmering in the morning’s dew.
Her tiny spirit soft upon northerly winds
in guidance, a mighty hand,
He sends.
Through the test of human belief,
her transcending
a teaching, simple, so welcomed relief.
We marvel, at the feelings, that now begin
how precious in life
a time, dictated, on how to mend.
As of man
lacking presence in mind,
Confront...
yet meager the attempt.
An expression of sadness
with tears, I present.
Complexities, the issue
from a vision,
shimmering in the morning’s dew.
Her tiny spirit soft upon northerly winds
in guidance, a mighty hand,
He sends.
Through the test of human belief,
her transcending
a teaching, simple, so welcomed relief.
We marvel, at the feelings, that now begin
how precious in life
a time, dictated, on how to mend.
As of man
lacking presence in mind,
Confront...
#love
#grief
#memorial
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warmth was the summer
warmth was the summer
first snow was the talk
and as it drifts now
my mind and me…. talk.
warmth was the summer
simple and a laugh
the sun set late
and the fireflies were the date…
spotting the cornfields
vanishing trails of light
rehearsing the memory of their flight.
warmth was the summer
the length of the days
shorter they became
what is left of summer
as it began to change…..?
warmth was the summer
the maples start and shed
as does the selkie’s skin
i dreamt that skin hid… ...
first snow was the talk
and as it drifts now
my mind and me…. talk.
warmth was the summer
simple and a laugh
the sun set late
and the fireflies were the date…
spotting the cornfields
vanishing trails of light
rehearsing the memory of their flight.
warmth was the summer
the length of the days
shorter they became
what is left of summer
as it began to change…..?
warmth was the summer
the maples start and shed
as does the selkie’s skin
i dreamt that skin hid… ...
#dreams
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