Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Feb 2020 11:38am
20th Feb 2020 11:38am
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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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2020 1:19pm
13th Feb 2020 1:19pm
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
529 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2020 12:30pm
13th Feb 2020 12:30pm
per valentine's day
love is a funny thing
for it has:
so many degrees,
so many standards,
so many questions,
so many secrets,
so many fears,
so many doubts,
will i ever know what it’s about.
for i do know that it has touched me here--
let me make this clear.
for it has:
so many degrees,
so many standards,
so many questions,
so many secrets,
so many fears,
so many doubts,
will i ever know what it’s about.
for i do know that it has touched me here--
let me make this clear.
#love
527 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Feb 2020 2:27pm
12th Feb 2020 2:27pm
droplet
#sensual
#temptation
#passion
783 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2020 1:03pm
8th Feb 2020 1:03pm
throwing shadows
your questions of which you pose
forthwith my answers
and so shall i reveal
but why must there be a want.
for you are not prey...
and i am not upon a hunt.
for who am i?
I too have the small universe
on which i rehearse
a stage if you may
my life day to day...
cautious
your steps so ginger
upon the stones of truth
may they linger
crossing a river
for which becomes the fear...
I guess it could be considered a dare
but for a smile and a laugh would that not compare
worth the chance ...
forthwith my answers
and so shall i reveal
but why must there be a want.
for you are not prey...
and i am not upon a hunt.
for who am i?
I too have the small universe
on which i rehearse
a stage if you may
my life day to day...
cautious
your steps so ginger
upon the stones of truth
may they linger
crossing a river
for which becomes the fear...
I guess it could be considered a dare
but for a smile and a laugh would that not compare
worth the chance ...
#TruthOfLife
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4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Feb 2020 12:53pm
8th Feb 2020 12:53pm
again...
time when
can it again begin?
as a mound of fallen snow
the stroke of my hand, the feel you know
remember the sun felt walks
the subliminal hourly talks
memorizing your very thoughts
i stare upon the openness of this empty sheet
pen tight within my hand
a grip that withstands all…even time
keeping the precious of us that is mine.
those secret walks…yes
your words you would upon my ear caress
my late late night
reading your thoughts ..they providing your sight.
as a camera, my lens..
and now once again,
as i...
can it again begin?
as a mound of fallen snow
the stroke of my hand, the feel you know
remember the sun felt walks
the subliminal hourly talks
memorizing your very thoughts
i stare upon the openness of this empty sheet
pen tight within my hand
a grip that withstands all…even time
keeping the precious of us that is mine.
those secret walks…yes
your words you would upon my ear caress
my late late night
reading your thoughts ..they providing your sight.
as a camera, my lens..
and now once again,
as i...
#memories
645 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jan 2020 8:15am
31st Jan 2020 8:15am
and...
If
I had
but one dream to harbor
may that be...
you be my only lover.
I had
but one dream to harbor
may that be...
you be my only lover.
#lover
509 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jan 2020 1:39am
31st Jan 2020 1:39am
the cellos
so much do i want my mind to roam
whisk you away from your home
maybe a minute or an hour
upon a path or a trail
the one that gives us most power.
even if it were on a busy street
at a table, a cafe
eating a sweet treat.
to watch the crumbles from your mouth fall
as if i were to stare upon your all
to watch the movement of your lips...
even if you mumbled..my ears would hear bliss...
your poem in which you describe the forbidden kiss...
i wonder if he knows he does miss.
to watch your lips...and wonder of what they have...
whisk you away from your home
maybe a minute or an hour
upon a path or a trail
the one that gives us most power.
even if it were on a busy street
at a table, a cafe
eating a sweet treat.
to watch the crumbles from your mouth fall
as if i were to stare upon your all
to watch the movement of your lips...
even if you mumbled..my ears would hear bliss...
your poem in which you describe the forbidden kiss...
i wonder if he knows he does miss.
to watch your lips...and wonder of what they have...
#UnrequitedLove
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jan 2020 10:11pm
30th Jan 2020 10:11pm
a poached egg looking out
the fog of a membrane
shadows and focus.
Interpretation, intentions.
juggling, sleight of hand, hocus pocus.
as to a chess match
the romance of that board
one does not escape the tip of such a sword.
truly,
thicker than blood,
a concept, so misunderstood.
the dance
more than just a waltz
you, dodge and twist
so many ways that fill the list.
yet best is the move,
sure footed and light
actions however thought, must be right.
life's paradox: life's funk. ...
shadows and focus.
Interpretation, intentions.
juggling, sleight of hand, hocus pocus.
as to a chess match
the romance of that board
one does not escape the tip of such a sword.
truly,
thicker than blood,
a concept, so misunderstood.
the dance
more than just a waltz
you, dodge and twist
so many ways that fill the list.
yet best is the move,
sure footed and light
actions however thought, must be right.
life's paradox: life's funk. ...
#philosophical
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jan 2020 1:46pm
30th Jan 2020 1:46pm
like...
The night closes around me.
The air has a chill.
The moon hides her face.
Dreams don’t come easy.
My hands cupped…
Like water…
Slipping through my fingers.
I remember you.
The air has a chill.
The moon hides her face.
Dreams don’t come easy.
My hands cupped…
Like water…
Slipping through my fingers.
I remember you.
#dreams
452 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jan 2020 12:00pm
27th Jan 2020 12:00pm
three 36, i think
tick tock
goes the chime of the clock...
three...thirty six,
and i am sure you sleep..
i bet it is quiet...
you say you are on the farm, right? in the country.
i know that quiet,
i sold my land when i moved up here,
i lived on five and a half acres...in the woods,
it was bordered by sixty acres of woods...
on a dead end road,
i lived on the opposite side of the road to a cove of a big lake.
the lake was about seventy miles around...
my grandparents lived on a two hundred seventy acre farm...
in a house built in...
goes the chime of the clock...
three...thirty six,
and i am sure you sleep..
i bet it is quiet...
you say you are on the farm, right? in the country.
i know that quiet,
i sold my land when i moved up here,
i lived on five and a half acres...in the woods,
it was bordered by sixty acres of woods...
on a dead end road,
i lived on the opposite side of the road to a cove of a big lake.
the lake was about seventy miles around...
my grandparents lived on a two hundred seventy acre farm...
in a house built in...
#memories
#sleep
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3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jan 2020 6:41am
25th Jan 2020 6:41am
the drive
fifteen miles from Rhinelander
tap your foot in time
this sweet harbinger
sounds of a ditty or maybe a rhyme.
sunrise on crystals of snow
feel winter as she blows…
and only to you…the pines…they know.
winding creeks and woodland havens
flocks of the black raven.
memories pieced together, now whole
provide you with firmness that your foot, now holds.
o sweet, you are
twinkling, brighter than,
little tree’s… dog star
my limerick is way much too simple
yet,
will its poetry
etched in warmth by my heart ...
tap your foot in time
this sweet harbinger
sounds of a ditty or maybe a rhyme.
sunrise on crystals of snow
feel winter as she blows…
and only to you…the pines…they know.
winding creeks and woodland havens
flocks of the black raven.
memories pieced together, now whole
provide you with firmness that your foot, now holds.
o sweet, you are
twinkling, brighter than,
little tree’s… dog star
my limerick is way much too simple
yet,
will its poetry
etched in warmth by my heart ...
#nature
#snow
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