Saturday, August 30, 2008

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll
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"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Adult Models in Bikinis Watercolors by David Hart

Adult Models in Bikinis Watercolors by David Hart
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Adult Models in Bikinis Watercolors by David Hart

Adult Models in Bikinis Watercolors by David Hart

Adult Models in Bikinis Watercolors by David Hart
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Adult Models in Bikinis Watercolors by David Hart

This Moment in Time by David Hart hartistry

This Moment in Time by David Hart hartistry
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"This Moment in Time" by David Hart
Leaves gleefully joyride
an undulating stream
Under crisp scintillating
sun light.
A butterfly rests in the
hand of God.
A sword is tightly clasped
in Allah's hand.
A flower is caressed by
the Buddha.
Now a break in fervent
faith occurs.
A group of children laugh
and peer at an ant farm.
A butterfly ascends from
the hand of God.
A sword cascades to the
ground from Allah's hand.
A small child delights
upon receiving the Buddha's
flower.
A giddy wind now weaves lovingly
through ticklish trees.

This Moment in Time by David Hart hartistry

This Moment in Time by David Hart hartistry
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"This Moment in Time" by David Hart
Leaves gleefully joyride
an undulating stream
Under crisp scintillating
sun light.
A butterfly rests in the
hand of God.
A sword is tightly clasped
in Allah's hand.
A flower is caressed by
the Buddha.
Now a break in fervent
faith occurs.
A group of children laugh
and peer at an ant farm.
A butterfly ascends from
the hand of God.
A sword cascades to the
ground from Allah's hand.
A small child delights
upon receiving the Buddha's
flower.
A giddy wind now weaves lovingly
through ticklish trees.

Y por David Hart hartistry

Y por David Hart hartistry
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poetry by David Hart
translation into Spanish by Daniel Tucker

De Dios a Dios por David Hart

De Dios a Dios por David Hart
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por David Hart

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Friday, August 15, 2008

Wistful Walk or Strolling a reading by Vicki

Wistful Walk or Strolling a reading by Vicki
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" Strolling " by David Hart

Walking wistfully willy-nilly.
Now to the left.
The aching aged railing wrapped
In white wrinkled crackalure attire.
A friend I mutely greet.

Sunset. Serene sunset. Soft sunset.
Gliding over plaintive pliant pavement.
Pavement that yields specters of
Fractured farcical fanciful faces.
Disjointed figures of every kind.
Smiling now I silently greet them all.

Taking modest calculated steps.
There. Gentile, civil undulating blades.
Greening hues from pale lights to daring darks.
Proud blades--miniature spires--
Blushing blades.
Ossillating in the casual cavalier caresses
of a wooing warm wild wonderful wiley wind.

Short cropped green-yellow blades. Yearning.
Yearning, to gratefully grow to great gargantuan
Glorious heights.

Now. The tooing and froing.
Now. The the crissing and crossing.
Gruff. Grubby. Growling cars.

Unforgiving savagery. Sordid steamy
Strict streets.
A gorey guillotining great beast.

Alas alack and hallelujah.
Safely across.

I greet my miniature friend.
The wild rabbit.
I give a hand wave and
To my amazement he lifts
His little paw.
I want to believe it is
Not coincidence.

Cheerful. Verdant clusters of
Shrubbery tickle the side of
A cantankerous towering building.

The subtle wind stealthfully
Arrives. A polite playful breeze.
Dried brittle brown and tan leaves
Scrape and dance on a bed of laughing
Lethargic pale gray and black singing
Smooth stones.

Mind body and soul now imbibes
Tantalizing. Melodious. Machinations.
From lyrically long ago in far fair and
Free soul places.

Heaven's bold bright blazing eye winks
With it's full fluffy pillowy cloud lid.
Alive. Alertly alive. Attentively alive.
On this dancing daring delirious delicious
Delightful day.
2008DHartUSA

Sunday, August 03, 2008