young girl (a story haiku)

inevitably
nervous, he stumbled, quickened
my hesitant smile

his literal in-
stability, a magnet
to my naive heart

oh yes, I will change
that one, watch him grow, flower
like my chia pet

realization, he's
not a common houseplant
waiting for water

his roots formed long ago
by his blood, his desires
realization, he

will not change for me
suddenly morph into a
knowing gentleman

all he knows is that
i will bend for him, create
reasons he is fine

so now i'm cement
fixed in place to remember
big girls don't crumble

they build their own castles
while their princes chase frogs
they become ruler

stand

stand
for each other
for peace
for love

stand up
for each other

let's let the bias
end

let's hold hands,
pray for ourselves
for each other

pray
for a world
where education rules
and our brilliant minds
need not to fight
because we have love
because we are bright

stand up
for what you believe
judge things
based on what your two
eyes have seen
have researched
have evidence for

pray
stand up
take each others' sides
take each other
by the hand
stand up
for each other

there's nothing on tv

this life
of glamour
reality tv
hairstyles and fashions

some are living on hope
and rations

women sold
for milk, exchanged so
a family can have a cow

so what to do
what to do now,

get angry
send money
say something

there's nothing on TV
we're out of chips

ten people share a room
give manicures to ladies
in the city

ladies like me

there's nothing on tv

tell my why

tell me why peace is
not possible in this war
torn power struggle
of a beautiful, plush world
hungry for love, hands to hold

tell me why we care
more about Kardashians
then the suffering
of inner city children
scraping their pantries for hope

tell me why you can't
make a difference, just one
person in this world
why your one smile, your one
dollar won't change anything

this life

when the night
becomes the day again,
the days blur

the routine drains
the routine is peace

break the routine
into pieces

build a rainbow
that reaches a star

name that star
at midnight exactly

at 6 am exactly
night will become day again

i will have forgotten
to try something new
or perhaps I won't have
been brave enough

i haven't spoken
in a while
not really

at 6 am tomorrow,
a new day will begin.
this time,
i will relish its moments
instead of counting the minutes.

smile at a neighbor
rather than rush inside
to get chores
done

laugh at the baby
instead of chasing after
his crumbs with a broom

one day the day
will become night again
forever

easier that way

face down
i can't see
look to my hands
the disaster before me

tattered pants
the man with a can
his sign says
he was a vet

my face is down
i can't see

i walk into things
it is easier that way

blinded by my fear of the truth
i am amused by kitten videos
and snapchat bear faces
distracted and angry
about the presidential races

my head is down
staring at my phone
i'd rather not see
to tell the truth

it hurts to much
so I look at my screen

i miss the sound
of your voice

how it feels to
sit next to someone
and have a
conversation

but that can be hard,
you see
being real and all

so I look down
it is easier that way

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haiku 22

trembling in circles
the flames mask my fear
courage grows in the darkness

Two

The earth falls away

Two of you alone, balanced

On a twinkling star  

Molloy 2016

Haiku 36 spirit

today, again

the way it would rain
the way i would never see you in the summer

but we found each other
every fall as if I were the leaves
and you the wind
colorful and fast
and so hard to catch

winter would find us by the fire
and i'd settle a while
let your rough blanket
keep me warm, sunken into
the rickety bed

no real place to go

haiku 35 - body

her dark, moonlit hair sweeps her shoulder's edges as she ponders the night

butterfly

it has taken so long to think this

somehow the pieces of the broken
drum become a symphony
that marches into the autumn wind

a moment can linger
can be music...or noise

transform a moment,
emerge - once a caterpillar,
weary of its cocoon
flies away
forgets
it was once trapped

haiku 34

i am only here
waiting for you, a miracle,
unrequited dream

haiku 33

light exposed the dark its desperate emptiness that waits for sunshine

This

Drifting through the day 

A piece of dandelion 

Wrapped up in the wind

outside

she sits
longingly looks out the window
she's been doing this since kindergarten
always wanting to get out
whens she's in

outside - the trees, the river
the mud - outside

where there is a pie that waits
to be constructed from dirt
and twigs that wait for small
hands to assemble them into
a delicate bridge for maybe
a passing duckling

outside

Dad

You are right dad

About everything

Peas are good for you

Life is easier when

Everything has a place

It doesn't hurt

To have a smile 

On your face

You are right dad

About everything

I never really was

Doing anything good

When I was hanging out

You are right

It was a waste of time 

And now our time 

Here

Has passed 

Your grandson asked me if

Heaven would let you out

No, heaven won't

But your spirit is free

Our time here remains 

A gazillion pictures

Emails

Days at the beach

The boardwalk

No, heaven won't let you out

But your spirit is free

And it is with us every day

And I will tell my kids

That peas are good for them 

To keep organized

To smile

To never, ever hang out

And keep working hard

Life is short

You were right dad

a woman, a worm, a word

a word crawls around a page
seeking its place amidst other words
like a worm in the dirt, wriggly,
slow - barely noticeable -
but interesting
the way it moves, searching the soil
for a comfortable spot

some hope to shine
others hide from the light
afraid they'll be seen, caught

become a boy's bait
awkwardly hooked

re-written or misspelled
taken and then forgotten

a woman can relate to a worm
and a word

this earth

light at the fog's brim
fascinates the air with its
persistent brilliance

rain haiku

rain's quiet patter
drenches her white dress of clouds
a sudden stillness

current

a woman faces the current
upon her head -  a yellow fleece cap
barely hangs  on

words, water
over and over
run through and through
until they reach the end
and connect to another

body of water

the woman seeks stillness
a bay in moonlight
without her hat, the
sheer summer moon
lightens her hair

she listens for the quiet

the nightly show

separate and lifeless

strangely conversing about the not so interesting lives

of written characters

the stale room lingers,

shrinks

this night

evening becomes sleep
yet i do not

stirring and stirred up
too many ingredients

would like to stop time
to stop thinking about time

measure this day in smiles
and increments of ice - pops
and crumbs and the aura
of today's leftover smiles
that float in the air
from today's car ride

free-write haiku challenge - use some of the words at the top of my post to write your own haiku or poem

travel wander unknown fate passage reality imagine magic essence flower vibrance present

the flower's essence
travels an unseen passage
suddenly present

picture haiku - sideways

like me

i written another poem
for you all to see
it sometimes rhymes
it is like me
it is not a haiku
it is like me

it is three verses
and plenty more
it will refrain
and not complain


sometimes it shouts
or cries
or pouts
it is like you
it is like me
writing poetry
for humanity

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i am

destiny, blank sky
i write the words in the air
and create my space

summer and time

a miracle
today is
filled with fun
confetti fizz
fruit punch
a lawn sprinkler
crazy cartoon

my kid telling me
that he  doesn't want to go
outside with "some girl*"

a miracle today is

 *i am "some girl" apparently

leap

a new place
marred by uncertainty

one step and she leaps in
like a child that jumps into
the water

all at once

once scared

now not

A wondering

This day I wonder 

And I am out wandering

To find my answer

Haiku

The present moment 

Children build blanket towers

Ephemeral bliss 

in the night (haiku)

i am light to share
wander among fireflies
all of us aglow

i still remember his name

i chased him and followed
my sixth grade crush

forever I'd love him
i was so sure

i bicycled past his house
each day right on time
in hopes of a glimpse
of his green sea eyes
and faded blue jeans

he never showed up
except in my mind

if i had talked to him
would i have changed
the course of time?

i heard he got into drugs
and disappeared

if i had been his friend, would
i have changed the course of time?

i bicycled past his house
each day, right on time

more haiku

we are blood and bones
common, irreplaceable
beings of the night

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seashore

below the water
her soft breath, a soothing mist
of taffy bubbles

peer pressure

walk lightly among
the crowd to not let yourself
feel any pressure

running

chasing a daisy
her skirt stuck on a cornstalk
she smiles at the sky

secret spot

Better things

Come slow

Sit in an orchid field

Watching wind and petals blow

Let time be a worry

You don’t know

Cuddle with your picnic blanket

And nibble

One by one

a big bunch of grapes, seedless and green

Sip some cold hibiscus and lemon tea

Keep a place in your life

Where you are free

eavesdropping

she turns to listen
her ear tilted towards the door

whispers travel across the air
and she stretches her ears as if
it is possible to open them more
and hear at a higher volume

the voices are blurred
and her mind is tired from
imagining

she promises herself this will
be the last time

summer afternoon

sunshine sets on the porch
a sun ray warms your arm
just enough

the arm of your chair
is softened by its years
of wear

you will be out late tonight
sitting
waiting for nothing

counting each second, capturing
the squirrel's shadow as it
hurries by to the next branch

you will be out late tonight

dancing

momentarily
everything silent except
the rhythm of feet

summer

breathe, flutter about
the streets, skip along as if
suspended in air

and she is

complete today

not because of a knight
or a ride on a unicorn through
the midnight stars

because she lives
where
children smile
big and small hands to hold
a comfortable world
in which to grow old

the tea kettle is full
with lemon tea
muffin mix awaits
the empty birthday-themed
liners that Johnny's little hands will carefully arrange

there are crumbs on the counter
scratches on the floor
mismatched socks in a bag
a mis-aligned drawer

it is a messy life
and she is home

time poem #?

time elusive - a great circle
with arms, invented by us
i guess so we could get farming right?

then we decided to save daylight and time
and really confuse ourselves

now I wonder
where does time go?

a good-bye poem

she has not fully woken up this morning
nor does she on most
her brain thrives on mis-matched socks,
ripped sheets, and a three o'clock wake up

she will make her fuzzy way through this day
and the next
remembering sleep,
a once cherished ally that has now fallen
into an infinite sea of mother hood
where it should truly be forgotten

her haiku #1

whisper in his ear
at rest in her waist's soft curve
his will disappears

mutterings of a quiet girl

keep things in order
neatly stack the plates so
that they don't fly
off the shelves
and crack

the cabinet door is
stuck and so instead
of a forceful grasp
i gently convince it
with a light touch
to open,
as if it were a
bouncer I flirt with
so that I can get in

dragon haiku #1

fire surrounds me
on top of a dragon's wing
the world below shrinks

star haiku (22 or so)

the stars are waiting
alone,they shine together
hoping for a wish

I will haiku

my will colossal
boulders shift as I approach
to let in the light

rain (tanka)

the drizzle drains off
a light coat of sidewalk grime
the tear at the end
of her eyelid slips in a
puddle, becomes a rainbow

2 haiku

she is a lighthouse
the storm below her passes
her eyes are the sun

if she is too bright
avert your eyes and allow
her to help you see

haiku # i'm not sure!

Life is beautiful dandelion puffs in air we all make wishes

earth traveler

I am a traveler in a rocket ship
sometimes i escape to the sky
or propel myself into a deep cavern

as I tunnel through the dark, dank ground
i do not think of light, or or tomorrow-
only where will I end up once I am too
tired to keep digging

and then I remember I have  a rocket ship

haiku

Our moments are stars
Are cloud shapes we imagine
Are ours to cherish

my reader

in me there
are unsaid words
linked together
that are
poetry
to one person
that somewhere exists
and waits
to hear what will come next

I hope it is you

another poem about stars

a dream is a star
that waits in the sky
for you to reach up,

and carry it down
where it too
may live

alongside you

and become real

the me haiku

I am adventure
the top of a dark mountain
immersed in the stars

in closing

in closing my friend
let us share our light freely
our hearts holding hands

?

i have not the words
to speak, stuck
and speechless as I
ponder what you said

there is never a good reason
to speak in drunken tongues
illogical arguments stained
by vodka's dispostion

changeable like a billboard
you decide to advertise
yourself as practical, caring even
but when torn down,
all that's left is the metal
shell of a damaged soul

irrevocably broken, a sinister
cracked version of what could
have been a real man 

the wind's call

i breathe your name out
in time with the wind's whisper
so you will catch me

in time

are we in time for
this moment that we have built
with precious seconds

Poem for the Paradox Poet

Oscar Wilde wrote, "I can resist anything but temptation."

i am tempted to restrain myself
and tempted to dive in
to this luscious life

i swim on dry land, and do not expect
to be bitten, but I need the bite to remind me
I am alive, I am mortal

except sometimes I am invincible

like on those days that I wake up
and the coffee has already been made
perfectly

the traffic is clear, I arrive early
the computers do not work
and so work is closed and
we're all like, "snow day!"

on those days I forget destiny,
and become life

i am cake

i woke up
this morning
with a glow

because I see beauty
in the star-shaped cracks
in the sidewalk

sunglasses that float
through the clouds

the damaged beauty
of the girl that has recovered
finally
from adolescence

has renounced adulthood
in favor of the child inside
that knows that each second
is something to savor,
a quiet bite of warm cake
that becomes more delicious
when broken into tiny
bites that melt into each other

Affirmative haiku

We are the beauty 

That we allow before us

The magic of now

earth's prayer

i revolve around
my heart
like a sun

i keep you warm
let you shine

help you grow
along... and up

and we both dance
atop a cumulus cloud
wondering at
what is
             down
                                up
grateful for what is

i worship, her
the sun, and she
carries my
torch - the bursting
flame that makes
each day an
eternal moment

a purpose

i am a vessel
to diffuse light particles
and lighten the world
 

- a haiku inspired by the thought process of Johnny Jr, my amazing four-year old!

Everything can be
Solved by the construction of
Underground rainbows

night's shadow

she walks carefully
into night's shadow

the darkness will not catch up
if she falls asleep quickly

she allows her head to sink
with a quick desperation
into her pillow

eyelids squeezed close

to forget the dusty, broken shelves
that remain uncleaned and in disrepair

she tries to pretend
that she doesn't care...
not enough to move ahead
but something about
a building that smells like a sewer
makes her feel a bit dead

a bit filled with a vague dread

in the morning, she will rise
with sun, and breathe in the dawn
and know that life is beautiful

and her beauty and her life is not vague,
is not tarnished by her environment,

she will rise like the sun
she will overcome

haiku - winning!

To win this day, I'll
Hold your hand and we will walk
to the finish line

everything you do matters

the present is a
result of tiny moments
that come before it

haiku

Be the unicorn
That rides the rainbow straight up
'Till you reach the stars

sometimes spring

the sky sometimes
is too clear in spring
not muffled by dusty orange
autumn leaves

or covered by the pure white flakes
of cold winter morning

spring is naked
it blooms unabashed
there is nowhere to hide

in summer the chaos,
the fireworks, a barbecue
with your neighbor

it is easy
to forget yourself in summer

not in spring
it is real, fresh ... new
it is the same
as the other seasons
except it does not
hesitate
to tell the truth

the earth and me...

ten words
a few sentences later...
a poem to change minds,
alter the course
of today's space and
time continuum

the earth is my vessel
the ground my chair
my feet the link to
the core vibrations
that may lead
to the invention
of the time machine

finally

why I write...

sometimes I stumble
over the spoken word

I don't (often) scream
in public

because
I want to be heard
but don't
always speak

because I hope you
will hear

so that you know
I wish you were here

because I want
to read what you have written
so we can all share
in this human condition

why i write

i am a writer
because I breathe syllables
and devour words

word stream 1

you want to be the best 

sometimes you can be happy existing as you are

a piece of relevance, a part of something - this still ground,

that matters, that moves someone’s world,

that changes the course of someone else's life.

There is no purpose greater or lesser than yours: all purposes,

all people are built with the same blood and bones.

Our purpose is derived from somewhere up in the stars,

and we are able to reach it once we believe.

where you are

books find you
in darkness
in light
in the corner alone
sipping tea
as you search for a friend
and peer out the window
of the coffee shop
wondering about what
else awaits you today...
in five years

the right book,
a mentor, a guide,
a friend

a book finds you
where you are

with you in the world

imperfect nature
becomes the beautiful world
because you are here

a casual disaster

she is the girl that steps lightly
into the fire
with paper shoes
knowing that she'll burn
but not realizing that
she is actually in flames

to hold a book

a scribbled on page
corner torn, smudged with coffee
tangible, alive

when

there is no when
that will take yesterday away
or give back missed time

and so I am flame that
moves forward, stays lit
despite the wind
at my back

ahead i see
the your memory,
shattered stained glass
remnants that will
always be pieces
in my pockets

i carry you

ladybug watcher

when snow falls upon
spring's eager sprouts and blossoms
ladybugs linger
under its cotton blanket
when it's safe, signal the bees

word and pencil

 the written word

  is a car that moves you
  a plane that allows your voice to fly
  a boat you can float around in
  a field where you rest and stare at the sky
  a place for thoughts you are afraid to say

a pencil

  has the power to move your hand, change your mind
  is  a good friend, sometimes a weapon,
  an important device to tell the world your thoughts

write them on a wall
in a stall
by a trail
inside a pail
send an SOS
or a love letter
words, they do
make us better

not quite a haiku

a sentence becomes

a picture when you keep typing

'till you see things differently

another poem about a circle

when the road bends
the curve creates a path
that circles around fate
and ends at destiny

it all depends on the way you drive

permanent marker

he is indelible ink, rudely scribbled without a thought
of his surroundings

that covers me
from top to bottom

i pretend i am his victim
or that he is mine

there are some things
that never go away
with time

a poem I found (found words and jumbled ideas insprited by "Dogs are from Jupiter" by Charles Schulz)

Dogs are from Jupiter by Charles Schulz
and so I found this:

birds are superior
being above us and all

cats and dogs can
sometimes get along
as long as they
don't discuss religion

dogs are happy
and birds don't wonder

it is best to
love what you do
devote yourself
to someone
and know
who is actually
in charge

why my house isn't clean

a mess
creates itself
when my things rebel

like teenagers
who refuse to fit in

life and death

On your first day
they say to make a good impression
and always make sure
to wear clean underwear
because it could be your last

tiny poem about life's journey

the end is
an illusion
and so is the start

it is most important
to travel
with your heart

her sleeve

she would carry
his scent upon her wrist
of soft washed linen
and Burberry

her sleeved was stained
with him

he, a tulip petal,
had landed in her hand,
she wished she
could forever hold

but the merciless wind
would not allow it

and now her tulip
grows in someone
else's yard

cookies

i remembered to read today
and the pages felt real
in stark contrast
to the computer that I sit at

the book is soulful
knows its purpose
tells its story without needing a
pop up
or to steal a cookie from me

and I really do love
to hold a book
while sipping tea
and having a cookie

to be read to

the best thing I've heard today-

my children had so much fun
buying books

and even better
that they love to read
and you
read to them, built that love

like a bookshelf
carefully stacked, dusted,
and tended to

always reminded that
he was beautiful
and words could
save him

be kind

the raindrop that shifts
the winds of the ocean is the proof
that one small act
can alter the course
of the earth

behind you

the lady walks
on tippie toes
no one hears her
as she goes

cloaked in grey
under the clouds
her silent steps
becoming loud

the door it creaks
from its weathered core
she closes it
he begs for more

the lady leaves
no fingerprints behind
her brilliant gloves
you will not find

she is

he is tussled and torn -
all over rustled like
auburn autumn leaves
jumped in daily

the bottom is not empty
or dangerous either
mostly soft ...
a bit loud when fed
too much

he waits, quiet...his lips
quiver a little
when she opens the door

like  a gremlin
she might become evil
at midnight
without warning

it won't be worth
putting up a fight

her ribbons are boas
her legs a long abyss
innocent eyes entrance
the unwitting onlooker

she is quicksand

it will be easier to give in

blue haiku

the heavy cloud
shrouds the sunset and weeps
until sunrise

one less hour

she runs through the day
drizzled with disasters
small, senseless marbles
that might trip her

and so she collects
her marbles
and carries on

Caught

she walks in silence
the long arm of the wind pushes her
her branches quiver
she stumbles on a moss blanketed rock
and is sustained
by a Pine Tree

its thick brush
does not let her fall

poem by Laurie Molloy - please see photo credit under image

 

By Rusalina - Own work, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=4395502

orange marmalade

off orange goop
rocky glops like mountain tops
inedible toast sauce

Dream Sower

she, a night farmer
flips the pages

is the reader that lives
in the garden's secret life
a sentence traveler that has
blossomed in many minds

she cultivates better tomorrows
and hopes...
that dawn may bring her rest

from midnight through sunrise
she casts the seeds
that dreams are made of

brown gravy

slips and drips through its
ceramic decorative boat
only once per year

booger green

A while ago I wrote a bunch of haiku about the colors of the rainbow. And now the silly color haiku begin!

I drip down the edge
crusted nose, shirt cuff catches
my slippery smear

i person

The I generation
of the I want
and the I phone
and the I'm getting
a text
and the ttyl

omg, cu later...

Doesn't matter
if you are generation
X or Y
right know
it's all about
I

ten

tag
you're it
gotcha!
run fast, freeze

tag

character
in position
countdown

players set in
motion, tiny feet
little hands tip
tap

search, find, freeze

 wanting to be anything
but it

a silent storm

in my sleep
i am awakened by the snow's quiet fall
its landing, a welcome
excitement

tomorrow's snowman waits
for me,
anticipating his
carrot nose


an excited 4-year-old
has planned out the raisin belly
button our Frosty
is destined to wear

the dampened sky
is a whitish gray fog,
determined to keep us in-

in my sleep
the snow's invisible sound
starts something
adventurous

and I come alive,
a 4-year old
drawing plans for an igloo

a modern haiku

free people lassoed
by a cell phone's charming cord
walk blindly through the forest

would you be okay with that?

if i disappeared
and then returned
to find myself
wrapped in saran wrap
singing in Mr. Ferly's voice
Happy birthday
in my birthday suit
just for you

would that be too crazy?

Could you imagine if...

i ran to the end of California
in a toga type tunic
with a single rose
tied to my hair
collecting followers
of a new religion
called Followmetology

if I jumped into your arms
without warning
after a bubble gum
flavored bubble bath
and giggled your name
repeatedly until
i could not breathe

sea

in the midst
of the distance
between the foam of the sky
and the froth of the wave
an air drop floats
mid-air
decides
to fly

another poem about time

as time passed
so did he
the writer of tales
so rich that burgundy
velvet couldn't keep up

a beauty of words
that were ballet,
delicately designing
a page
on their
tippy-toes

our master Time
a healer of all
and the grim-
reaper too

time study

a still young mind
longs to jump through hoops
and skip through a meadow
adorned by bows and loops
in a skirt that flows
with no sadness or woes
of how the time goes

the ephemeral bliss
effervescence -
the sparkle
the opaque tights
and dress with frills
her mind filled
with princes
and first kisses
and things
she must confess
to her best friend
about the plans
that, she,at 9
made for the
rest of her life

at 39 she barely
remembers 9
or what happened
to all the time

mind filled with
dishes
and wishes
of a magic wand
to make it all
sparkle
new tights
to wear to work
a way to
turn time's
pace down

an evening out
in a gown

a night of sleep

more secrets
her best friend
will keep

untimely

it is like when the fire alarm
goes off and you are dripping
cool water and it
is 20 degrees out
and frost forms at the tip
of your dangling tangled hair
paralyzed in your robe
you stand there

it is never a good time
or the right time
for a wreck
but you still go on
and on and on
and it's like
what the heck?

and you in your robe
stand outside
with nothing
more left to hide
until you go
to turn to your neighbor
and the belt on your
robe is ripped away
by a falling branch
and you're like
what the heck!

and so the untimely
events in our life
perhaps are timely
when we closely check

a crooked traveler

travel crooked

your adventure
begins when you
bend and bend
until you are
broken-
a snow globe
that is smashed on the floor
still sparkles

in the remnants
of yourself
pick up only
the pieces
that shine
the most

January's reminders

forge forward
and through and up
don't look down

steep, and slickened
by the sleet
keep your head back-
first go with your feet!
it is only scary
if you study
for too long-
or if you
suppose
nothing at all


the air's shiver gathers
warmth indoors, movie time snuggles
hot cocoa with tiny marshmallows
a soft Snicker doodle cookie
after  a sled ride