Poetry, Art Works, Piano Compositions by an Oil Painting Artist -- Mr. David Hart -- resides in a small University town in Illinois. Prose as well
Danielle reads The Barghest's Monody Video sent by hartistry
''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 Video sent by hartistry
''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 Video sent by hartistry
Piano performance by David Hart
Mists of Utopia hartistry Video sent by hartistry
Piano Composition and Performance by David Hart
Tinkerbell's Waltz Video sent by hartistry
Improvisational Composition by David Hart
Alice in Thunderland Video sent by hartistry
an improvisational composition for the piano by David Hart
Mac the Puppy Pit Bull Video sent by hartistry
I meet Mac
Lindsey D reads Strolling a poem by David Hart hartistry Video sent by hartistry
" 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 Video sent by hartistry
paintings by Hart
Crystal and Tequila read en Espagnol Video sent by hartistry
in Spanish a poem by David Hart
En Espagnol
Break, Break, Break by Alfred Lord Tennyson Video sent by hartistry
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 Video sent by hartistry
tranlated by Daniel Tucker
Adieu, farewell earth's bliss by Thomas Nashe Video sent by hartistry
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 Video sent by hartistry
Paintings by David Hart
Merci O Seigneur Poesie par David Hart Video sent by hartistry
On a ecrit en Anglais le premier.
Donnant poesie par David Hart en Francais Video sent by hartistry
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 Video sent by hartistry
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 Video sent by hartistry
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 Video sent by hartistry
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 Video sent by hartistry
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Jinny reads This Moment in Time Video sent by hartistry
"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 Video sent by hartistry
i meet Louis
