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moiety: a half, an indefinite portion, part, or share.*






          writer                                   ­  reader

             can't have one without the other

normally don't fool around with linear spacing,
there but for the grace of god the words come a tumbling
so fast I plant them down in rows as is customary

but when it comes to that moiety times two blues,
when you've been up all night laying down tracks
and nobody has read you latest histrionics,
you wondering what for do I gig this gig,
fingers asking what's the point of ink staining
heart bugging you, never satisfied, even alone,
needs somebody to know, a status update,
a poem unread is a sin my maybe friends,
so if you should you trip over a stumble ***'s poem,
good or bad matters not, when you read, you complete,
so dying on the vine, untouched, incomplete,
be the first to have moiety times two with it,
the first read is the like the first kiss,
a certification of what is called
po-moeity carnal knowledge

a half, an indefinite portion, a part,
when shared, whereon it be writ-read,
your place on heaven and earth insured,
when you seal someone's else's deal,
I'll know and I'll be putting that checkmark
in my assignment book, and if you should go so far
to press the little red heart, my finger I'll crook,
and install you as co author of the words
a po with no mo
            is half a dream half remembered

tired of singing the moiety times two blues song,
*** going, go forth and like it,
the Frenchies they got style,
when reading a po-mo they like,
they call you up on the phone and ask,
voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
which is French for moiety times two blues no more
You ease the creak that emanates from each joint
on my ivory clothed body
this pain, this life
you take the edge off of this steady aiming knife.
Blades dull & hands weak, we will draw no blood tonight;
no molly wrapped in old receipts or someone
fixing my yayo lines.  
I face today
through the haze
of all the years & tears
spent wasted
on all your lies
of yesterday
my life is quiet now
there is no sound,
was once filled friends & family
is now empty and unfound

i don't know what i'm doing
and don't know where i'll go
for everyone has left me
out here all alone

there is no place i'm calling home
and no person i can trust
the world is big and lonely
for a little speck of dust.
Sweet wisteria
Weakly protesting their death
By covetous hand

Never had they bloomed
In such profuse abandon
Till those last three years

Trailing sad windows
Lush purple riot of vines
Struggle to protest

One morn I woke to
Roar of angry bulldozers
At the empty house

Nothing there remains
One brief hour quickly shattered
My belovèd home

*~Hilda~
(Each stanza is a Senryu.)
© Hilda January 18, 2014.
Beneath yew tree's shade
mouldering they sleep
ashes of yesterday

Chronicles of time
ravage golden yesterdays
ne'er more to live again

O swelling anthem of praise
chorus of robin, warbler,
and oriole,
mocking my broken heart
triumphantly sing!

Smile on! Thou blazing sun
and scorn dreamless beds
of innocent furry friends
ashes of yesterday

~

**~Hilda~
© Hilda January 18, 2014.
a smoke haze lingers
in our part of the countryside
blurring the hillsides
the beings who float around in outer space
will never come to reside in this place
they've observed our warring ways
and from them they wish to stay away

they seek a residency of peacefulness
not a planet of ugliness and cruelness
their craft keep whizzing past here
our planet so wet with so many tears

their way of life is founded on harmony
they are beings who live for amiability
our weaponry makes them ever so sad
as they know that it is so very bad

they're ever watching us killing each other
and they'd never do this to their brothers
they believe in the power of dialogue
not of conflict and deathly catalogues

so fear not Earthlings about space beings
they're steering well clear of all human beings
war fare shall not assail us from space
the beings from space are a placid race
I've married the ideas of war and space beings together and came up with this piece.
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