Danielle reads The Barghest's Monody

Danielle reads The Barghest's Monody
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''The Barghest's Monody'' by David Hart

Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while.
Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile
Grim antiphonals serenade.

A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe
will serenade.
Stringent Death forthwith anoints the mithridate to
Life's cantankerous and rankling ado

Hither now come, anon recondite Azrael, neither protend
nor annex this throttled contretemps.

The antiphonal of the reaper's cavalier scythe
Shall now serenade.
Awhirl, like kerfs demarcated
Years, bollixed, muzzy and brattled
shall holus-bolus expire.

No retaliation to death's gloomy surcease
No ingenious riposte to the reaper's final cleave.

Bootless now to don the amulets,
squeeze the jujus,
Kiss the talismans,
clutch the periapts or
Attire in steely cataphract.

The serenading of the reaper's scythe,
it's efficacy shall blithely cleave.
Bedim mine eyes from life's assailing
Bedim mine eyes from life's poltroonery

Brennin reads Verse

Brennin reads Verse
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''Verse'' by Mr. David Hart

Be not harried by apostasy spates
Surcease ye flux of basilic imprecations
Adhibit ye ,supernal paracletes
The pith of divinity

An Achates,
Vae victis
In this temporal realm

Chatoyant fanfaronade
Sursurrant congeries
Erelong abate
Shun the gaffer's gammon
Arcadian maundering

Avaunt kaleidoscopic zealotry
Bandy a cutlass perfervid
Ex aequo et bono

Beneficence's glaive bandies.

Preside atheling echt
In pharos of Nestor

Bestow succor to the augean Boeothians!
Malign them not--for now come the celestial shower
To halidom, shepard, solace and anele
Ye benighted churls

White Cliffs of Dover

White Cliffs of Dover
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Piano performance by David Hart

White Cliffs of Dover

White Cliffs of Dover
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Piano performance by David Hart

Mists of Utopia hartistry

Mists of Utopia hartistry
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Piano Composition and Performance by David
Hart

Tinkerbell's Waltz

Tinkerbell's Waltz
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Improvisational Composition by David Hart

Alice in Thunderland

Alice in Thunderland
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an improvisational composition for the piano
by David Hart

Mac the Puppy Pit Bull

Mac the Puppy Pit Bull
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I meet Mac

Lindsey D reads Strolling a poem by David Hart hartistry

Lindsey D reads Strolling a poem by David Hart hartistry
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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.

4 works on a bed sheet and rug by Dave Hart hartistry

4 works on a bed sheet and rug by Dave Hart hartistry
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paintings by Hart

Crystal and Tequila read en Espagnol

Crystal and Tequila read en Espagnol
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in Spanish a poem by David Hart

Crystal and Tequila read en Espagnol

Crystal and Tequila read en Espagnol
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En Espagnol

Break, Break, Break by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Break, Break, Break by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

Danielle I. reads De Dios a Dio

Danielle I. reads De Dios a Dio
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tranlated by Daniel Tucker

Adieu, farewell earth's bliss by Thomas Nashe

Adieu, farewell earth's bliss by Thomas Nashe
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1 Adieu, farewell earth's bliss,
2 This world uncertain is;
3 Fond are life's lustful joys,
4 Death proves them all but toys,
5 None from his darts can fly:
6 I am sick, I must die.
7 Lord, have mercy on us!

8 Rich men, trust not in wealth,
9 Gold cannot buy you health;
10 Physic himself must fade;
11 All things to end are made;
12 The plague full swift goes by:
13 I am sick, I must die.
14 Lord, have mercy on us!

15 Beauty is but a flower
16 Which wrinkles will devour;
17 Brightness falls from the air,
18 Queens have died young and fair,
19 Dust hath clos'd Helen's eye:
20 I am sick, I must die.
21 Lord, have mercy on us!

22 Strength stoops unto the grave,
23 Worms feed on Hector brave,
24 Swords may not fight with fate,
25 Earth still holds ope her gate;
26 Come, come, the bells do cry.
27 I am sick, I must die.
28 Lord, have mercy on us!

29 Wit with his wantonness
30 Tasteth death's bitterness:
31 Hell's executioner
32 Hath no ears for to hear
33 What vain art can reply:
34 I am sick, I must die.
35 Lord, have mercy on us!

36 Haste, therefore, each degree
37 To welcome destiny:
38 Heaven is our heritage,
39 Earth but a player's stage:
40 Mount we unto the sky.
41 I am sick, I must die.
42 Lord, have mercy on u

Fifth Avenue New York City Art

Fifth Avenue New York City Art
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Paintings by David Hart

Merci O Seigneur Poesie par David Hart

Merci O Seigneur Poesie par David Hart
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On a ecrit en Anglais le premier.

Donnant poesie par David Hart en Francais

Donnant poesie par David Hart en Francais
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J'ai parle avec le grande ciel
Et, le ciel m'a donne
Une sourire scintilante

J'ai visite les montaignes
Magnifiques et Je les a donne
Un embrassement aimant et tendre

J'ai crie a la lune triste
Et, la lune heureusement m'a visite

Je me suis etendu du soleil brillant
Et, le soleil m'a chauffe

Je vous a donne mon
Coeur tendre
Et, Vous l'avez caresse.

La Chanson de Paix par David Hart

La Chanson de Paix par David Hart
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La Chanson de Paix par David Hart
Le matin, l'apres-midi, et le soir
Ne tuez pas, ne tuez pas
La paix, Venez vitement
Je suis un vent de la paix belle

Je reve la belle reve de paix
Dieu s'il Vous plait, Apportez
le bel vent de paix.
Allah s'il Vous plait, Apportez
Le bel vent de paix

Le matin, l'apres-midi et le soir,
Je suis un bel vent de paix
Ne tuez pas ne tuez pas
Venez maintenant a jamais
Le bel vent de paix.

Un Tintement par David Hart

Un Tintement par David Hart
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Un Tintement translation by D. Hart
Les arbres aiment ses feilles vertes
Le vent est compose d'un milliard
Des esprits de les gens, les fleurs,
La mer et le ciel -- Ah, Oui!

Les singes aiment ses bananes
Et la mer est compose d'un milliard
de petites gouttes de la pluie.

Et moi, j'aime mes levres
Parce que tu me donne un milliard
De petits baisers que me fait
Un tintement tout sur mon ame.

To his Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell

To his Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell
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To his Coy Mistress

by Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Ode a la Lampe par David Hart

Ode a la Lampe par David Hart
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Jinny reads This Moment in Time

Jinny reads This Moment in Time
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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.

Louis the Puppy

Louis the Puppy
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i meet Louis