Fictional Prose Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Today 6:35am
Today 6:35am
His Strudel is Her Methadone
His Strudel is Her Methadone
She tells her fellow girlfriend and Barista wrapped in one, “When I get in this mood I laugh at everything. I laugh at customers in their faces which isn’t good at work. This happens to me once a week. I spilled coffee on my skirt and it was hilarious.”
A patron says, “Are you are in a funny mood?”
She focuses on her customer at hand, “Oh, sir I’m all ticklish. Give me Xanax to calm me down.”
“Is it my beard or my tattoo that tickles you?”
“Your beard would have to touch me to give me the giggles. My humor is an inside...
She tells her fellow girlfriend and Barista wrapped in one, “When I get in this mood I laugh at everything. I laugh at customers in their faces which isn’t good at work. This happens to me once a week. I spilled coffee on my skirt and it was hilarious.”
A patron says, “Are you are in a funny mood?”
She focuses on her customer at hand, “Oh, sir I’m all ticklish. Give me Xanax to calm me down.”
“Is it my beard or my tattoo that tickles you?”
“Your beard would have to touch me to give me the giggles. My humor is an inside...
#brother
#sister
#coffee
#funny
#sensual
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:10am
Yesterday 3:10am
Ishtar Goes Hollywood
Ishtar Goes Hollywood
Ishtar arrives at a house that is renowned as the gateway to the world of the dead. She knocks on the door which cracks open, and Irkalla, Queen of the Dead, greets her with, “It is time to put our rivalry aside.”
Ishtar says, “The last time we met on earth in the chamber of the Babylonian oracle which seemed neutral enough. But you introduced me to the wonderful world of bondage just before the Priestess intervened in your sexual diplomacy.”
Irkalla, “She...
Ishtar arrives at a house that is renowned as the gateway to the world of the dead. She knocks on the door which cracks open, and Irkalla, Queen of the Dead, greets her with, “It is time to put our rivalry aside.”
Ishtar says, “The last time we met on earth in the chamber of the Babylonian oracle which seemed neutral enough. But you introduced me to the wonderful world of bondage just before the Priestess intervened in your sexual diplomacy.”
Irkalla, “She...
#lesbian
#erotic
#mythology
#sensual
#bisexual
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3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:17am
Yesterday 2:17am
Bad Hair Day at the Coffee Shop
Bad Hair Day at the Coffee Shop
“Sir, if you want a coffee refill you need to give me the old cup.”
“Sorry, I have been remiss. Let me go get it.”
“Well, now you got that part right. But you must take the top off. This is a sanitary place. Tsk tsk.”
“Apologies madam. I have needed a haircut for a month. My messy hair apparently has my brain ruffled. Like the Bible story about Samson, my strength especially in my mind has its source in my hair.”
“You are in luck. I moonlight as a hairstylist. You get a free cut just so I don’t have to put up...
“Sir, if you want a coffee refill you need to give me the old cup.”
“Sorry, I have been remiss. Let me go get it.”
“Well, now you got that part right. But you must take the top off. This is a sanitary place. Tsk tsk.”
“Apologies madam. I have needed a haircut for a month. My messy hair apparently has my brain ruffled. Like the Bible story about Samson, my strength especially in my mind has its source in my hair.”
“You are in luck. I moonlight as a hairstylist. You get a free cut just so I don’t have to put up...
#erotic
#coffee
#feminism
#sensual
#masculinity
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hanagara
Poem Published
8th May 2021 11:01pm
8th May 2021 11:01pm
gold and silver
What a monk is riding a motorcycle.
I understand the spiritual spirit,
I can understand the physical spirit,
A male monk and a female me,
What is the spiritual body?
Now I am in Shinto training. Sometimes I want to die on the way, but the days are really interesting. May.
Yesterday I was shown a black tamatebako.
After that, I have to wash my mind properly. From all sides, I think of the "difference". Anyone who is elastic would be nice, but we are weak. By looking at something you don't like, you'll be smarter. I have aspirations and it's...
I understand the spiritual spirit,
I can understand the physical spirit,
A male monk and a female me,
What is the spiritual body?
Now I am in Shinto training. Sometimes I want to die on the way, but the days are really interesting. May.
Yesterday I was shown a black tamatebako.
After that, I have to wash my mind properly. From all sides, I think of the "difference". Anyone who is elastic would be nice, but we are weak. By looking at something you don't like, you'll be smarter. I have aspirations and it's...
#courage
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#admiration
#emotions
17 reads
1 Comment
Lozzamus
Poem Published
5th May 2021 6:12pm
5th May 2021 6:12pm
A Near Death Experience?
I get up and leave, shivering outside as I walk across the hospital front in the freezing rain, the northern winds biting at my fingers and face, the downpour reaching deep into my trainers and socks. It's nearly half four in the afternoon, and already almost dark, more like late autumn or early winter.
An ambulance rushes into the front area of the hospital, lights flashing, and pulls to a halt by the entrance. For a while, I stand watching in a type of daze, remembering another time when an ambulance pulled up in the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill to take me to hospital...
An ambulance rushes into the front area of the hospital, lights flashing, and pulls to a halt by the entrance. For a while, I stand watching in a type of daze, remembering another time when an ambulance pulled up in the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill to take me to hospital...
#death
#spiritual
#memories #mystery
#memories #mystery
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6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
5th May 2021 00:08am
5th May 2021 00:08am
Sauna Fidelity Test
Sauna Fidelity Test
“My brother-in-law are you comfortable in this sauna?”
“It is quite warm but that is what these hothouses are for.”
“Well, if you need to take off your towel I won’t mind. Your wife will understand. No need to go around swaddled in this swelter.”
“The heat is oppressive so in the interest of comfort, I’ll go nude. But are you comfortable with me in this state of undress?”
“You were already mostly naked. I consider what is underneath to be a perfectly healthy part of the male physique.”
“I bet that...
“My brother-in-law are you comfortable in this sauna?”
“It is quite warm but that is what these hothouses are for.”
“Well, if you need to take off your towel I won’t mind. Your wife will understand. No need to go around swaddled in this swelter.”
“The heat is oppressive so in the interest of comfort, I’ll go nude. But are you comfortable with me in this state of undress?”
“You were already mostly naked. I consider what is underneath to be a perfectly healthy part of the male physique.”
“I bet that...
#sister
#wife
#erotic
#betrayal
#sensual
26 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st May 2021 6:17am
1st May 2021 6:17am
Caravanserai
Caravanserai
“Te khalion tai te shingerdjon che gada, hai tu te trais sastimasa tai voyasa.”
“With what tongue have you laid a curse upon me?”
“Only the speech of Gypsies and not so much a curse as a blessing if seen in the right light.”
“I take your words to be risqué in nature. Please translate so that I may see the good side of what you propose.”
“‘May your clothes rip and wear out, but may you live on in good health and in fulfillment.’ You see to live naked and happy is good fortune indeed. Clothes are an impediment to the joys...
“Te khalion tai te shingerdjon che gada, hai tu te trais sastimasa tai voyasa.”
“With what tongue have you laid a curse upon me?”
“Only the speech of Gypsies and not so much a curse as a blessing if seen in the right light.”
“I take your words to be risqué in nature. Please translate so that I may see the good side of what you propose.”
“‘May your clothes rip and wear out, but may you live on in good health and in fulfillment.’ You see to live naked and happy is good fortune indeed. Clothes are an impediment to the joys...
#love
#romantic
#travel
#culture
#tradition
25 reads
6 Comments
MineKampf
Minart
Minart
Poem Published
30th Apr 2021 11:10pm
30th Apr 2021 11:10pm
I Lay down to Sleeps.
Drawn to the breath; That last one left.
Had me gasp for air, a time to interfere
With what the World had done,
in my absence they had won
The Sent3nce Fun
Because they were wickedly gone,
into the summit fur, into what midst i adhere
To know the Way, To heaven i say
Give me reason to Pray,
For the World of Today.
Because they had taken all gone.
My Last Preference is done. So What
Am i to do; But to Pray to you Boo.
For unless you do, unless you knew;
What love unfolds, Then beholds
The Term i cease,...
Had me gasp for air, a time to interfere
With what the World had done,
in my absence they had won
The Sent3nce Fun
Because they were wickedly gone,
into the summit fur, into what midst i adhere
To know the Way, To heaven i say
Give me reason to Pray,
For the World of Today.
Because they had taken all gone.
My Last Preference is done. So What
Am i to do; But to Pray to you Boo.
For unless you do, unless you knew;
What love unfolds, Then beholds
The Term i cease,...
#grief
#heartbroken
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
21st Oct 2013 10:49am
21st Oct 2013 10:49am
The Watcher’s Tale
She sat under the tree, on a park bench looking at the village square. It never ceased to amaze her that so much seemed to be happening in such a small village.
On the middle of the village was a fountain with a statue of the Governor on it. The sculpted effigy of the venerable lady did not depict her true beauty however, and the Watcher shook her head.
She sat there, her soft hands folded on each other, contemplating her life and how she came to the village, fondly called Dupass. She knew there was another name for it but she forgot. To dupe an ass seemed more fun, and she smiled...
On the middle of the village was a fountain with a statue of the Governor on it. The sculpted effigy of the venerable lady did not depict her true beauty however, and the Watcher shook her head.
She sat there, her soft hands folded on each other, contemplating her life and how she came to the village, fondly called Dupass. She knew there was another name for it but she forgot. To dupe an ass seemed more fun, and she smiled...
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8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Apr 2021 4:48am
30th Apr 2021 4:48am
Hijab Mystique
Hijab Mystique
From within the confines of the kitchen, laughter erupts. An all-female choir of Baristas yodels ecstatically. I am in a world of serving ladies in a coffee shop for the Sultan where favoritism turns girls into jealous women of the night.
The next round for the chorus is from the sound of music. But in this faraway palace they sing, “The dunes are red with the color of sunset.”
She approaches me holding my bagel. “Take the food from my hands,” she says with the huskiness of a Garbo ordering whiskey.
Upon transfer of the ring of bread, she bends like...
From within the confines of the kitchen, laughter erupts. An all-female choir of Baristas yodels ecstatically. I am in a world of serving ladies in a coffee shop for the Sultan where favoritism turns girls into jealous women of the night.
The next round for the chorus is from the sound of music. But in this faraway palace they sing, “The dunes are red with the color of sunset.”
She approaches me holding my bagel. “Take the food from my hands,” she says with the huskiness of a Garbo ordering whiskey.
Upon transfer of the ring of bread, she bends like...
#coffee
#freedom
#feminism
#culture
#tradition
31 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Apr 2021 2:33am
28th Apr 2021 2:33am
Alice in Love
Alice in Love
The Hatter says, “Let me go pick the berries that release you from maidenhood into the full blossom of womanhood.”
She replies, “Make your merry way into the mushroom forest and find these magical fruits to untie my bonnet wherewith my hair to fall for your delight.”
The Hatter gaily wanders among the portobellos until he comes upon a lonely sunflower that smiles down like a beautiful queen who says, “Climb up my stalk and enjoy the breeze from above. The view is lovely too.” So the Hatter ascends the stem into the petaled rays. But the...
The Hatter says, “Let me go pick the berries that release you from maidenhood into the full blossom of womanhood.”
She replies, “Make your merry way into the mushroom forest and find these magical fruits to untie my bonnet wherewith my hair to fall for your delight.”
The Hatter gaily wanders among the portobellos until he comes upon a lonely sunflower that smiles down like a beautiful queen who says, “Climb up my stalk and enjoy the breeze from above. The view is lovely too.” So the Hatter ascends the stem into the petaled rays. But the...
#women
#dreams
#mythology #sensual
#mythology #sensual
39 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Apr 2021 7:37pm
24th Apr 2021 7:37pm
Lyme House
I take a different route to Lyme House. Across the main coastal road and down a tree-lined lane with a spring breeze and the smell of sun. Another crossing. Past an arty bookstore and a café-restaurant with umbrella-type covering. Bungalows and cottages and a village-like church with a water well. Broken twigs and pebbles and stones. Fields going further inland. This part of the town isn't bad at all, if you can forget the rest of the area.
I reach the private driveway leading down to Lyme House. It's a five or ten minute walk with tall hedges and trees on both sides. Stillness,...
I reach the private driveway leading down to Lyme House. It's a five or ten minute walk with tall hedges and trees on both sides. Stillness,...
#mystery
#risk
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