Susan Marie Molloy

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A Small Dog’s Prayer (Excerpt from “Puppy Love” and Free Chapbook)

A Small Dog’s Prayer
By Susan Marie Molloy

I lay here in the new-turned soil;
Its coolness brings me big happy joy.
I am grateful to Papa, he did toil;
These benefits I so enjoy.

I slowly close my dark brown eyes;
The sun and its rays are oh! so bright.
I turn my nose, up towards the skies;
The air! The scents! All do excite!

I watch Mama ever so much;
She always makes such good-tasting things.
I sit and wait for her soft touch;
I don’t pull on her apron strings!

I have such tiny, little legs;
My tail is long, a feathery touch.
My mood is like a powder keg,
When Toby tries to ride the clutch.

Thank you, God, for all that I have;
My family is good, I love them so.
To be an orphan was no salve;
To give love all is what I owe.

This short poem is in my chapbook, “Puppy Love: A Praise of Dogs in Poetry and Illustrations” and is now available for FREE February 22-24, 2018 on Amazon Kindle. Click HERE to pick up your free copy.

And, yes, the illustration here is one of my dogs, Trixie.

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.

 

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Adam and Eve on Raft (Excerpt from “Grapes Suzette”and Free Chapbook)

Pink Rose Sketch 2

Following is an acrostic poem, which means that each line starts with each letter in the title, in order.  This type of poem doesn’t have to rhyme.

Adam and Eve on a Raft” is diner slang for two poached eggs on toast. It’s a light fare, and temptingly delicious!

Adam and Eve on a Raft

All I want is to break my fast, and
Doughnuts won’t do.
All I want is eggs on plain toast, you see.
Muffins in the English style
Are for another day, as are
No waffles, no ‘cakes, no popovers.
Dry, plain toast cradling two
Eggs, poached, are the
Vittles to my liking, so
Eggs is what I’ll get
On a white china plate.
No sausage, no ham
And no links or bacon. hence
Raisin toast will rule another day.
All I want is breakfast, so to
French toast I say “Non!” but rather, “Yes!” to plain
Toast that makes the raft for Adam and Eve.

This, and more of my tasty poems, are available in my poetry chapbook, “Grapes Suzette: And Other Poetic Epicurean Delights” through Amazon Kindle. You can pick it up for FREE February 15 and 16, 2018.

Bon Appétit!

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.

 


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January Rain

Drops steadily fall—
A soothing rhythm: plop, plunk.
Soon will stir new life.*

•  The chilly cold snap finally packed its bags and left our area. We lost a few plants, and that’s disappointing, but they can easily be replaced.

Yesterday, we finally got some much-needed rain (It’s always something we need, isn’t it?). My beau and I were at Mass when it started, and it was still raining when we left church. I forgot the umbrellas in the car, but walking in the drops and inhaling its clean, earthy freshness made me remember how cleansing rain is, both for Nature and for Self.

The rain didn’t seem to bother the dogs, either, when we let them out at home. They seemed to enjoy a few extra minutes letting the rain dance on their backs before they came back in.

It looks like more of the same today – rain, rain. But, don’t go away, Rain. You provide a nice musical backdrop to my morning newspaper-reading before my workday begins—

“Rain on the Patio”
                      Original photograph by Susan Marie Molloy

*  “January Rain” – original haiku by Susan Marie Molloy

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


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“God of the Sea” (Excerpt from “God of the Sea: Poetry by the Gulf of Mexico” and Free Chapbook)

A pictorial poem today; for your reading enjoyment.  It’s an excerpt from my poetry chapbook (free until January 31st), God of the Sea: Poetry by the Gulf of Mexico.  Happy Saturday; enjoy!

My chapbook is available on FREE Amazon until January 31, 2018:  Pick it up here:  God of the Sea:  Poetry by the Gulf of Mexico.


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Old Stogie

Old Stogie
By Susan Marie Molloy

The Corona sits between his teeth,
Its ashes hanging together for dear life,
Grey and two inches long.

The smoke imbeds within the fibers
Of his ribbed sleeveless undershirt,
Now yellow and two sizes too small.

The basement lies damp with mildew—
And dark, save for the plastic Tiffany lamp
Hanging above his rusty desk.

The Corona sits between his teeth,
Its grey ashes collapsing on his lap,
Posting his blog, sharing his grandma’s recipes.

—From ©“Gallery Night: Stories in the Dark” by Susan Marie Molloy