goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
Spring Has Sprung
Spring Has Sprung
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
#erotic
#nature
#sensual
#spiritual
#water
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 7:36pm
5th Jan 2025 7:36pm
~back off the mindless mindkill... a roadkill is better off? not so either
#conflict
#identity
#love
#lust
#spiritual
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2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 12:04pm
5th Jan 2025 12:04pm
~of the teas and rafflesias, of life and death respectively:)(
nope, don’t put that cold
hearted coffee in forgotten
caffeines and robbed off
aromas, over my table
in fertile seeded grounds
a sacred chaos
of ever newly transplanted
hazy yet the embed
transparencies..
though
that is such innate foolproof
of your n- sleazy mimicking
or totally hacking tactics
all in your that streetsmart
.. that overly talented robotic
smirk of a wayward hippie
junkie nonchalance..
am better off with the slow
brewing bagged up divine
mini teas...
hearted coffee in forgotten
caffeines and robbed off
aromas, over my table
in fertile seeded grounds
a sacred chaos
of ever newly transplanted
hazy yet the embed
transparencies..
though
that is such innate foolproof
of your n- sleazy mimicking
or totally hacking tactics
all in your that streetsmart
.. that overly talented robotic
smirk of a wayward hippie
junkie nonchalance..
am better off with the slow
brewing bagged up divine
mini teas...
#love
#lust
#spiritual
#tea
#TruthOfLife
108 reads
6 Comments
SageRoyale
Royale
Royale
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 00:17am
4th Jan 2025 00:17am
beggars
His tears heal beggars
He weeps and they cheer
for if the Son of Man may cry
any man may bare his soul
however beaten,
bruised,
unrighteous
and be healed by the rivers
from his pure and unblemished eyes
waters laced with medicine
for even the sickest of mortal
mind or spirit
but why, save for old grudge
must my ugly heart
my blistering eyes,
that pour mercury
the skin that burns raw beneath
my cheeks, aching
from the teeth of rotting quartz
that has burst through them ...
He weeps and they cheer
for if the Son of Man may cry
any man may bare his soul
however beaten,
bruised,
unrighteous
and be healed by the rivers
from his pure and unblemished eyes
waters laced with medicine
for even the sickest of mortal
mind or spirit
but why, save for old grudge
must my ugly heart
my blistering eyes,
that pour mercury
the skin that burns raw beneath
my cheeks, aching
from the teeth of rotting quartz
that has burst through them ...
#angels
#forgiveness
#spiritual
67 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 3:36pm
3rd Jan 2025 3:36pm
Astral Arcadia
Smoke and mirrors unbalance the truth of a detrimental soul
Cleansing of the intellect is the rebirth as the Sun is to the Rose
What fables can blind men speak
When questioning the presence of his purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of his speech
Trying to ignite the spark of conceivable notions when the heart is leaking and not at peace
His eyes cannot exalt beyond Mt. Zion peaks
Where is your Holy Oil for the lost wandering sheep
Give universal rest for the mental weariness and...
Cleansing of the intellect is the rebirth as the Sun is to the Rose
What fables can blind men speak
When questioning the presence of his purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of his speech
Trying to ignite the spark of conceivable notions when the heart is leaking and not at peace
His eyes cannot exalt beyond Mt. Zion peaks
Where is your Holy Oil for the lost wandering sheep
Give universal rest for the mental weariness and...
#peace
#spiritual
#angels
196 reads
6 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 1:29pm
3rd Jan 2025 1:29pm
Love of Women
I’m a man who has loved many women. I've come to understand that the allure of romance is not just in the merging of two beings, but in the celebration of our profound differences. It's a dance of understanding and mystery, where the space between us is both a challenge and an invitation.
The women I've known have taught me that love is an art—an appreciation for the 'other.' Their distinct laughter, the stories etched in the lines of their bodies, and the way they see the world with eyes that have witnessed what mine have not—all draw me in, time and time again. It's as if their...
The women I've known have taught me that love is an art—an appreciation for the 'other.' Their distinct laughter, the stories etched in the lines of their bodies, and the way they see the world with eyes that have witnessed what mine have not—all draw me in, time and time again. It's as if their...
#humankind
#love
#sex #spiritual
#sex #spiritual
169 reads
5 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 9:05pm
2nd Jan 2025 9:05pm
~(y)our timeless traction & tactilities :: in process
if, “touch has a memory”
then, your musky trailing arrival
driving me in a dense haziness
of a nimbus stormy craziness.. in
an impregnating petrichor
pheromonal spree
from
your gentle touching grounds..
I breathe erratically arrhythmic..
as if a wholly deathly choking, a
lumping painpleasure struggle
you stuff me in… in
your arrowing magnetic eye
bows.. that dents & shrinks
my shiversweating contours
.. craving your metallic touch
but then, the foreplaying ...
then, your musky trailing arrival
driving me in a dense haziness
of a nimbus stormy craziness.. in
an impregnating petrichor
pheromonal spree
from
your gentle touching grounds..
I breathe erratically arrhythmic..
as if a wholly deathly choking, a
lumping painpleasure struggle
you stuff me in… in
your arrowing magnetic eye
bows.. that dents & shrinks
my shiversweating contours
.. craving your metallic touch
but then, the foreplaying ...
#love
#romantic
#sensual
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
204 reads
9 Comments
mebo
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 3:28pm
31st Dec 2024 3:28pm
The Never-Never Mate
The Never-Never mate I've missed is this:
Grey fog soft swaddling rolling orchard hills,
Yellow-brown apple overlooked
The Fall blessing field mice,
Wet orange leaves .
Salt foam sliding like a veil, lifted,
Falling, rising falling over rolling blue deep,
No horizon.
Heat shimmer dragonfly wing glinting,
Tilting in the wink of a golden, blue-eyed dog.
My Never-Was Mate
He is the coffee fleck of Showy Milkweed seed,
Borne cloudward over the valley
On vanilla silkwing steed.
He is a...
Grey fog soft swaddling rolling orchard hills,
Yellow-brown apple overlooked
The Fall blessing field mice,
Wet orange leaves .
Salt foam sliding like a veil, lifted,
Falling, rising falling over rolling blue deep,
No horizon.
Heat shimmer dragonfly wing glinting,
Tilting in the wink of a golden, blue-eyed dog.
My Never-Was Mate
He is the coffee fleck of Showy Milkweed seed,
Borne cloudward over the valley
On vanilla silkwing steed.
He is a...
#loneliness
#marriage
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 2:16pm
31st Dec 2024 2:16pm
Just Be In The Moment Of Time... (2025)
Let’s take a moment and bow our heads as you and I pray
From God’s lips to our hearts
Approved to say
May He smile upon us as we strive
Crossing into a new year, thank goodness we both arrived
Looking back
Mother Nature’s cruel attacks
You and I survived Hurricanes
God’s tears from pouring rains
AI has comprised the mind
Have altered manmade time
From this day forward, do not become enslaved by the computer and lose your soul in the world of...
From God’s lips to our hearts
Approved to say
May He smile upon us as we strive
Crossing into a new year, thank goodness we both arrived
Looking back
Mother Nature’s cruel attacks
You and I survived Hurricanes
God’s tears from pouring rains
AI has comprised the mind
Have altered manmade time
From this day forward, do not become enslaved by the computer and lose your soul in the world of...
#NewYear
#spiritual
#water
#angels
#sun
198 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 3:31am
31st Dec 2024 3:31am
Nia (Purpose) –On December 30th (COTS)
Art is about building a new foundation, not just laying something on top of what's already there.
Prince
We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.
Maya Angelou
I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self.
Aristotle
Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud.
Maya Angelou
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. ...
Prince
We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.
Maya Angelou
I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self.
Aristotle
Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud.
Maya Angelou
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. ...
#historical
#humankind
#philosophical
#spiritual
#MayaAngelou
190 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 7:42pm
30th Dec 2024 7:42pm
Close Your Eyes And Softly Wade In My Sacred Oasis
Come join me in our earthy oasis where time stands still
Mortal man in the energy of creation
Room enough for two weary souls mentally regenerating
I like where you place your tongue
Betwixt my thighs
If I flutter my eyes close
In the privacy of undulated darkness
Can I feel your touch
Do you crave my taste
Manifesting your dirty wishes all over my body
Seeking my garden of approval ...
Mortal man in the energy of creation
Room enough for two weary souls mentally regenerating
I like where you place your tongue
Betwixt my thighs
If I flutter my eyes close
In the privacy of undulated darkness
Can I feel your touch
Do you crave my taste
Manifesting your dirty wishes all over my body
Seeking my garden of approval ...
#spiritual
#water
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 2:58pm
30th Dec 2024 2:58pm
~journaling the micro mosaics of One’s interstellar journey
like the spread open
tiny citrussy vesicular
succulences.. afloat
they are.. the plasmic sacs..
as aerial liquescing
mosaics, in a blinding
bright lighted up
efflorescence..
[just when, rings aloud
the palindromic drums
11:11.. as quadrupling
Ones.. ever feels them
as the foundational
gargantuan pillars.. of
anything & everything
(they say, at least four
needs to be around.. for
a seamless carriage, of
one’s coffin.. in some
palanquin dignity.. as...
tiny citrussy vesicular
succulences.. afloat
they are.. the plasmic sacs..
as aerial liquescing
mosaics, in a blinding
bright lighted up
efflorescence..
[just when, rings aloud
the palindromic drums
11:11.. as quadrupling
Ones.. ever feels them
as the foundational
gargantuan pillars.. of
anything & everything
(they say, at least four
needs to be around.. for
a seamless carriage, of
one’s coffin.. in some
palanquin dignity.. as...
#birth
#dark
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
119 reads
6 Comments
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