Wednesday, September 29, 2010

"Monsters are our friends" by Laurie Molloy

Have you ever thought of monsters
creepy crawly green -
full of boogers and ear cheese?
The monsters of your dreams
living under your bed
lurking, ready at any moment
to tug on your hand or your foot
if they aren't safely tucked under your blanket?
Well i have, i think really they are are friends-
just waiting for the chance to be part
of the human world.
So next time you go to sleep
and feel a monster tug
or a monster booger on your face
try to wake up
say hello.
maybe you'll make a new friend

"Clumsy" by Laurie Molloy

She walked into the wall
with a clumsy grace
only accomplished through
careful genetics and
oblivious action,
finally recovering her stance
jamming her finger
slowly into the door.
Steadily feeling the pain,
slowly reacting,
quickly ducking-
to avoid the free
swinging cabinet door.
Words slipping
as she loses her footing
the wrong thing-
she always says
crashing down-
the wrong way.
She learned to fall
the right way
but then thought that was silly
what could possibly be right
about falling?
so she quickly forgot
the "right way to fall"
and fell again,
alas, to land
fiercely on the couch
giving up for the day.
Too many broken glasses
and shattered dishes
to count
all in a day.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

"Anna the Warrior, part 2, Anna's story" by Laurie Molloy

Anna's Story

I was born in a small cottage in the year 2040. Ten years prior to that, society had already started to drastically change. I am grateful that I was born beautiful, tall and perfect, according to society's standards. My parents were always wonderful to me, and my childhood was pleasant. I always felt loved and well cared for.

Around the time I turned 14, I noticed things around me changing faster and faster. Both of my parents took government jobs, and my parents and I had to move to a state monitored industrial type apartment. This was attached to the building where my parents worked. My school was also attached to the same building by means of an underground tunnel. Everything was contained so everyone and everything could be monitored all of the time. By presidential mandate, everything continued to be maintained beautifully, people, plants and buildings alike. Foliage and flowers were planted everywhere and the insides of buildings were meticulously decorated and kept clean. Even though so much care was taken in the detail of architecture, decoration, and planting, everything still felt bare and void. No one put real feeling into what they did, including the people in charge of beautification.

My community continued to evolve, and it came to feel very plain and cold. More and more same looking complexes emerged everywhere. And, it seemed that just about everything was attached by tunnels, either below or above ground. People were encouraged by government officials to stay indoors, but no one ever told them why it was necessary. Anyway, no one questioned the government, people went about their ordinary business, and everyone stayed inside. Small children in pre-school and kindergarten were the only ones seen outside. For everyone else, it was looked down upon to not follow the government's recommendation stay inside.

By the time I turned 16, almost everyone in my town worked and lived in a building like the one my family resided in. I did not understand why people agreed to move out of their houses and cottages and moved into apartment buildings, but again, no one wanted to question what the government asked them to do. Jobs started to be assigned rather than chosen, and although some people were unhappy with the jobs given to them, they appeared afraid to ask for a change.

When I turned 18, it was time for me to work. I wanted to go to college, but I was not allowed. Because of my beauty, the government decided I would be a model. There were a few agencies I could choose to apply to, but it did not matter which I picked because they were all entirely the same. I missed my youth, when some things were still unique, but I new it would take a lot to change The System.

Every building and every street was monitored by surveillance planes and cameras. Nothing went unnoticed. Freedom, people's rights and The Constitution were all destroyed by the new socialist government, led by President Pete Blossom, which took over America. The president felt that in order to protect people, all actions had to be monitored and restricted. Society started to socially move backward. Arranged marriages were enforced as the government wanted to control mating so that only the healthiest, strongest, and best looking children would be born into the world.

By the time I was 20, the government was terrifying. Most people were obedient. However, people who questioned what was going on or did not follow the rules swiftly disappeared, and everyone knew exactly where these deviants went.

President Pete Blossom seemed most concerned with two things. One was making sure that all of the babies born were of the best quality. The second was to reduce the population. Most people were obedient citizens, so he could not exile them. If he started to destroy people outright for no reason, he was afraid the people would start to rebel. He did not want to take that chance. Left with little choice , the government started plotting different strategies to reduce the population and ensure healthy, beautiful, and strong citizens.

I came to know this information through a secret organization which I was and still am a member of. So far we have successfully hidden ourselves from the watchful eyes surrounding us. We are growing in numbers, but we are not large enough to risk starting a rebellion. In fact, like the government, we are trying to be clever. We must be subtle and careful, and eventually we will figure out how to slowly change things for the betterment of society.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

"Produce or Create" by Laurie Molloy

I care not what you sell
or the things your company
mass produces.
But i'd like to know who you are
and what you create-
what you want to make.
The original crafts hidden inside you,
half-blossomed-and the rest
newly emerging, fighting for their turn.
I am vast, deep and confident.

But I still want you to take care of me
and watch the sun glisten
through my bay window-
spattering light on my freshly windexed
granite counters-
The cook preparing our next meal
and the maid finishing our laundry,
all while I daydream about our next escapade
to Tahiti or maybe the British Isles.

So even though I say
I care not what you sell
or what you produce.
I care how much money you make
and what you can do for me.
I am vapid, shallow, and uneasy.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

"Somehow, maybe someday" by Laurie Molloy

The fire inside me
still will rage-
and the laughter
will burst,
and the love
overflow.
The life i live
will move me
and you and maybe one day
i will figure out how to
move the world.
It is now heavy
and full with anger
and hate,
but there is also
wonder and love
and kindness
and a higher power above.
I hope i can
one day
move the world
somehow.

Friday, August 13, 2010

"Epiphany" by Laurie Molloy

The grand and endless forest of enlightenment
meets us in small and large places-
falls upon us at times of distraction
and also carefully planned outings.
An epiphany occurs as suddenly
as bird poop can land upon your car,
as unexpectedly as a phone call
from the publisher's clearing house.
And in that moment of realization
Your riddle solved, and your puzzle complete,
you feel like you have won the ultimate prize-
freeing your mind from the puzzling array of thoughts
that once perplexed your soul.

"Anna the Warrior" part 1, a science fiction saga

"Anna the Warrior"

She was born in 2040, not too far into the future. Her family was lucky to have produced the perfect child. She had perfectly straight chestnut hair and green eyes deeper than the turquoise sea. She was 5'10 and perfectly muscular and just thin enough. Both of her parents had already been through The System, but they were relieved that Anna would not have to go through that.
The System is a program introduced to society in 2030. Anyone who is not perfect is fixed to be beautiful and aestically pleasing to everyone around them. The new president can't bear to view ugliness, so his new mission is to make everything in the world lovely.
At first President Pete Blossom began doing simple things like creating community gardens and planting more trees. He set forth laws to declare that all businesses must have some type of foliage near their buildings. Then, he made it illegal to have a personal home that did not include a flower garden somewhere on the property. Finally, he went to0 far and created The System.

The System will be difficult to bring down. Everyone appears happy with their new perfect bodies and faces, but it is hard to tell. No one has the choice anymore to keep their original self in tact. Each body is refabricated to be perfect according to System guidelines. Many bodies are given new limbs and resurfaced skin. Some even have eyes and ear replacements. It is a tragedy of epic proportions.

Anna is born lucky and extremely beautiful. She is the one who will finally realize The System's multiple failures and how it takes away from the genuineness of mankind. When she is old enough she will start to make changes, or she will at least try. There are many barriers in place to stop a total System breakdown.

"The Amazing World" by Laurie Molloy

Watching the days pass by
from my living room couch,
and the nights move forward-
gazing into the dark evening.
The moon rests softly
atop the midnight sky-
from the cement apartment porch
i longingly peer upwards,
wishing to be enveloped
in the vast infinity above,
among the galaxy.
One precious creature
appreciating the wonder-
imagining what can be.

Friday, July 30, 2010

"Grifters" by Laurie Molloy

Undesirable,
questionable -
qualities to describe
people whose motives
are unclear-
shady, indescript.
Those who choose to look
scruffy and discontent,
running amuck
through the fields
of chaotic life-
catching each chance
to challenge morality.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

"Monsters" by Laurie Molloy

No matter how much
i try to convince myself
that it is really ok
to let my arms or legs
hang over the side
of my bed i stilll tremble -
Once my hand stretches over
the end of the mattress's
corners and floats freely
outside the blanket's edge's
i quickly pull it back -
like a finger that touched a hot stove.
Then I jump a little inside -
relieved I was not snatched up
by the monster under my bed.
i know one of these times
if i am not careful he might get me.
So i feel safer staying tucked in tight
under the blanket all wrapped up
where everyone nows
monsters can't get you.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

"Being Big" by Laurie Molloy

When i was little
i wanted to be big
so i could decide
what i did-
so i could drive places
and do grown up things,
eat what i wanted and
decide who my friends were.
Dress up, wear make - up
and most of all
tell myself what to do.
I still want to be big
each day i try
to be a little bigger-
a better person
than i think i can be.
It is a lot harder
to be in charge than I thought.

"Light" by Laurie Molloy

If Thomas Edison hadn't invented the light bulb
what would light up the night?
I would let the lightning bugs in
and they would glow and blink
and i could read and write
and have conversations
talk with friends, late into the night.
I would have nature to thank-
the electric bill would be much less
and they could be my friends
they might evolve, learn to talk,
grow bigger and learn to think
each day providing more and more light
making every night, lovely and bright.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

"One Dream" by Laurie Molloy

A trillion dreams
passing through,
but there's only one
i have to have-
just this one,
and it will all be ok.
Each morsel of will
is dedicated to
this overwhelming need
to be free from the people
who say it is unrealistic.
I say they are stuck somewhere
silently slipping away
in a world dependent on reasons.

"The Question of Destiny" by Laurie Molloy

Did I choose this destiny
or did it find me?
Did fate falter and
leave me behind?
Did I color outside the lines,
ending up with a scribbled life-
far from the set script,
full of made up colors
and scenes I drew up
veering me off the path
the stars have intended for me?

"Crowds" by Laurie Molloy

Like a flea
i swarm,
i make my way
through the city streets-
in between
ten thousand feats
i try to accomplish the goal
of getting a bite to eat.
And i am lost
and alone.
On another day
all the people
would comfort me,
and i would seek out
the bustling noise
to feel a part
of something bigger.
A life full and complete
by the small fabric pieces
of the wandering people
walking in new or tattered
clothes, with minds
of their own, similar and unique
that complete me and
the missing buttons
from my wardrobe.

"Tired" by Laurie Molloy

Further into my sugar high-
trying to recover from lack of sleep
i continue hammering on.
I feel I must-
soon the day will cease
and i will dream continuously
until the next sun appears.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

"Looking Young - or trying to" by Laurie Molloy

She walks proudly
with her deep orange tan
and puffy collagen lips-
face confined by botulism
No one knows what she thinks
as she passes by
or converses
because her mouth hardly moves.
Her hair, blonde coated and gray
like golden straw gone bad.
Married to an old rich man-
and soon her lips will pop,
her skin will crack,
and the dye will fade.
Her captor will die
leaving her withered and alone.

"Mask" by Laurie Molloy

I've lasted so long
inside this facade
i have barricaded
myself inside.
One day the cement
will get weak
and lose strength-
piece by little piece
crumbling away,
leaving me naked
to discerning eyes.
If you get to see me
when it all falls apart
look quickly because
soon the new cement
will dry.

"First and Last" by Laurie Molloy

I wished you were my first;
then i hoped you would be my last
But sometimes wishes and hopes
are all they ever are-
and never amount to more
than things you once believed in.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

"Trying to Think" by Laurie Molloy

Further i move - widening the gap
ever growing and deepening
and spreading, about to put a
crack right in the earth i stand on.
Quick to divide the broken world
i float above carefully
not to land on the ground;
Because i might feel the small
breaks and then slip into one
falling all the way down a huge crevice
splitting the solid dirt that lies below
my bare feet,
carefree wearing flip flops-
unaware of the mind above.

"Boogey Man" by Laurie Molloy

Awake - staring at you,
two eyes unfamiliar and startling.
Alive, alert blurting out something;
What happened? - leave me alone.
What's going on? - sleep interrupted-
creepy boogey man diving into
your soul - he is real
finally you see him.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

"junk drawer" by Laurie Molloy

I meant to do that
so long ago
that it became
a forgotten task-
never completed
left in the unfinished bin
and eventually transferred
to the junk drawer
to never be seen again,
until i went to squish
one more thing in there.
And it spilled over
reminding me
of all that is left undone
and painfully, i take
each thing out, one by one-
remembering all the plans
i had for all these
useless items-
and throw them out
to make room
for new junk.

"Time" by Laurie Molloy

Time, a clock created, man made,
relative, untouchable-
changes from place to place.
Running out or moving slow,
inevitably approaching and
quickly disappearing.
Moving forward at a rate
that falls back and springs forward
to help out the farmers,
or at least that is the theory
i know about.
One thing for sure
is that there is not enough-
each moment precious,
most of us spending
too much of it
looking ahead to a future
event that may never arrive.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

"Winning the Prize" by Laurie Molloy

searching for a lost monkey-
the one in the corner
scrunched up so small
around and under or
maybe inside
a barrel of treasures.
If i knew how to get him out
i surely would, dollar after dollar
i feed the machine,
the crane, laughing back at me,
says, it isn't your turn to win yet.

"Fulfillment" by Laurie Molloy

A dream untouched
rusts and collects dust
draining your heart
from the inside out.
Left alone, to clutter
up an otherwise
content existence-
so twirl and skip
jump and flip
and run along-
not to worry
about getting it wrong.
You'll get there
if you don't ignore
the voice inside
that wants you to soar.
you're almost there
Keep it up-
fill your life
instead of letting
it slip away,
every tomorrow
is one less day.


"Persistence" by Laurie Molloy

Fierce hands
softly placed
with determined passion-
lasting night after night
and into the morning,
opening and reaching
grasping at the air.
Stretching out so far-
Eventually
reaching me.

"Rainy cold memories" by Laurie Molloy

Beautiful rainstorm
trickling down a tin roof-
ping...ping....pang,
melodic drops along
with the thermometer.
A gaping wide open
memory of a past
ridden with a chill-
kept out by curtains
and snuggles and
stolen blankets.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

"Hugs" by Laurie Molloy

A hug so big the stars can't fill it up
and if they try to they spill over
into a heart encircling us,
and we walk inside a big heart
made of stars and we shine
and glow and sparkle.
All the while the stars
burst and burst and burst
and make new planets,
and we keep walking
in our new bubble made of stars and
our hearts are protected
from the black holes
circling us.

"Hot and Cold" by Laurie Molloy

My legs, warm and thawed
suddenly popsicle sticks
as i walk inside
the freezer box
air conditioned places
that i always seem to go.
Cold and stiff
flesh flavor treats-
i will paint them
red and orange,
the best two color flavors there are
and pretend i'm in candy land
where everything's yummy-
and then walk outside
and let the colors run
together in a dreamsicle rainbow.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

"Guardian Angel" by Laurie Molloy

Everywhere, she watches me
knowing all i think and all i do
and all the things i want
but never quite get to-
pushing me further into
that deep pile of dreams untouched,
ready to knock me over
into the colorful autumn leaves
or give me a hefty shove
down the water slide
or off a cliff
to parachute and land
softly in one of the places
i always wanted to go.
Looking out for me
and all the things
i hold dear - watching
quietly waiting, gently
placing a vision in my daydream
reminding me of her
sitting next to me
invisible to the tangible world.

Monday, May 24, 2010

"Desire" by Laurie Molloy

An old desire
i bumped into,
and awake i was
and joyous to remember
the pleasure it brings
to follow a vision
and walk along
my heart's trail
to a place where
the wind only blows softly-
the rain drops lightly-
the sun shines just enough-
and there are plenty
of trees where you need shade
a perfect promise
a dream divine

"Small Talk" by Laurie Molloy

Chitter, chatter
blah blah blah-
constant conversation
saying all the same things
again and again.
There's only so much
i can take,
maybe it is snotty
or pretentious of me
but I don't like to
feel obliged to be a part
of small talk conversations
every single day.
If i avoid them i am rude,
and if i choose to partake
then i feel like i am being
dishonest to the part of myself
that has more to say.

"Old Thoughts" by Laurie Molloy

A sandwich left over-
like a thought
it finds you
or you discover it
days later, after
you thought maybe
it was long forgotten.
Stagnant stale smelly-
a rotten reminder,
one day you will
throw it out,
and it will be gone-
eaten by a bird or
just part of the landfill
of your mind.


Thursday, May 20, 2010

"Warmer Days and Angels" by Laurie Molloy

Another day
sun lightly passing over
warming the sky-
warming me
drying the tears
from the moist eyed clouds-
relief for everyone.
Angels dance delightfully
among the newly dry sky
finding crooked places
that fit perfect around
their awkward wings,
cumbersome as they fly
with the weight
of plentiful prayers
daily collected, carried
everywhere, each one
considered carefully.

Monday, May 10, 2010

"The Sun, The Moon, and Everything" by Laurie Molloy

Is the wind the master of the sky
or the sky the master of the wind?
It is like the question of the chicken
or the egg - what comes first?
No one knows except my dad,
he knows everything, probably
the same as your dad.
Next time you ponder the meaning of life
or what came before what
or why something came do be -
remember who knows and will always know
everything there is.

Who will fix my broken car?
the leaking pipe my mom complains
all day about
the leaves stuck in the guitar
the broken heart he left me with
the rays of the sun
if they are not bright enough
I know my dad can
he can fix anything

next time you are broken
remember your dad
next time you are not sure
of the answer
ask your dad

and remember
if your dad is broken
it is easy to fix
just call and say
i love you

"Making a Decision" by Laurie Molloy

I feel the wind transluscent
wash over me
and turn opaque;
impossible not to notice
as I waver from one side
to another -
decision sitting lightly,
easily strewn across
the madness of
my bedroom floor.
The sun, its rays too bright
too look at
like a pink, flourescent
bathing suit.
I turn away
and instead face down
feeling the sun warm
my cool and wind blown body.
And I am alive,
my eyes protected
by a big beach blanket,
and my face
feeling each groove of the sand;
and now I know.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Introduction to the Film

Film Class by Laurie Molloy

Long dreadful film class
sore shoulder leaning on a tiny seat, too small
a smelly dork sits next to me
starts a boring conversation asking
about something he already knows
want to move away
feel stuck, nowhere to go,
slowly place my sweater on the floor
try not to drip with heat as I
try to catch a glimpse of the sunlight
to enliven my day, brighten my spirit
and lighten the mood

would rather be home
ready to fall asleep
dark, smelly guy, sleeping people
much to much.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

"Milton" by Laurie Molloy

I call him Milton,
don't think it is real name-
he chases the squirrels
and tries to catch birds.
I try to talk to him,
the most i get back is a crooked cat smile.
I like to imagine what he is really saying.
He can leap like no cat i have seen before,
instead of climbing he flies over the fence
right into the backyard
of the apartment complex where i live.
He is a captivating cat in flight.
I think he likes me
or at least i hope he does.
Sometimes i think he gets mad if i make too much noise
and scare all the birds away.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Upon my return home from college by Laurie Molloy

pink hair
the horror
you must hate me
fluorescent
burning her eyes
with rebellion
why she asks
i don't know
better than drugs
i say to myself
no i did not hate her
or anyone
just thought all pink hair
would be cool
would she have felt better
if it was purple?

Birdwatching by Laurie Molloy

He carefully places the birdhouse
tenderly puts out seeds everyday.
Yay, the birds are here to eat!
Swoosh, come the squirrels
furry and hungry, shooing the birds-
out comes Grandpa, sad to see
squirrels eating bird food.
Out he goes to a hardware store
buys some traps, humane of course.
Round round, his tires go,
and then return to capture squirrels.
Round round, his tires go
scratch, scratch
"ouch! " my leg, says Grandpa,
darn these humane traps,
he thinks cause the squirrel got out-
clawing his legs as he drives the squirrels
to their new home on the other side of the woods-
far from his birds.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

About Voyeurism

Voyeurism
it's everywhere
streakers dancing
women parading
and flashing
then there's the people
who just don't know
their shirt's too short
and everyone can see
their plumber's crack

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

What I have, What I do, What I want

I am going to try to write some poems that show two sides of things, I know it is not a new idea, people have been doing it for years. This poem is about what I actually do and what I want.

Standing thinking dreaming waiting-
all day I spent doing one of these.
Tomorrow probably I will try again:
some new dreams, a new stance,
a changed perspective, less patience
for a world less quick than the internet.
I want to be like Dorothy, a few clicks
and some words, and Voila! I'm there.

New Poem (a draft)

Sometimes I feel like all my poems are drafts. I rarely get to a point where I can say, this piece of writing is perfect, and I wont change it.

Untitled

Discontent
wildly grows
like flowers or a fire
into beauty
or death
new life
or destruction

Disbelief
stays still or stands up
is taken for truth
or known as a lie

Distance
spreads speedily
or is only short
is a big gap
or brings you closer

Two Poems by me

"His Lips" by Laurie Molloy

The electric graze
of his soft lips
makes my belly
do little flips


"Restless Wanderings" by Laurie Molloy

All I ever wanted was you.
I dream of your warm delicate hand
sitting on mine endlessly,
a picture of perfectness that lasts
eternally into each night and
every morning that ever was
and ever will be.

Poems to share

"The Summer Day" by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I don't know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with you one wild and precious life?


This is a beautiful poem, with an ending I find unforgettable. Check out this poem and a lot of other wonderful poems at the website, Poetry 180