In the Garden of Eathly Delights by David Hart, hartistry

In the Garden of Eathly Delights by David Hart, hartistry

In the Garden of Eathly Delights by David Hart, hartistry

In the Garden of Eathly Delights by David Hart, hartistry

In the Garden of Eathly Delights by David Hart, hartistry

Night in the Garden of Eathly Delights by David Hart

Night in the Garden of Eathly Delights by David Hart

s Night in the Garden of Eathly Delights by David Hart

My New Poem in Eng and Italian

"This Time" by David Hart
Now the fog claws its way in--dense and suffocating.
Many unexpected things appear.
To die? To Continue.
It is always the question.
New worlds to conquer?
I think not. Age tempers the spirit.
To endeavor, to prepare, to dare, to strive,
to endeavor,to play most of all,
to rejoice and celebrate every waking
moment--These will always be with me
to the end as it should be
With all.
So many things happening.
Time to go within.
Within oneself.Into one's soul.
This is where to go.
Always now is the time to continue.

Questa volta da David Hart
Ora gli artigli nebbia la sua strada
- denso e soffocante.
Molte cose inaspettate apparire.
Per morire? Per continuare.
E 'sempre la questione.
Nuovi mondi da conquistare?
Io credo di no.
Temperamenti età dello spirito.
Di adoperarsi, per preparare,
di osare, di lottare, di cercare,
a giocare più di tutti,
a gioire e festeggiare ogni
risvegliomomento -
Questi saranno sempre
con me fino alla fine
come dovrebbe
essere
Con tutti. Tante cose accadendo.
È ora di andare dentro.
Dentro di sé.
Nella propria anima.
Questo è dove andare.
Sempre oggi è
il momento di continuare.

Some New Water Colors by David Hart

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Drawings and Sketches

Dozing Selfless and Serene by David Hart

Dozing Selfless and Serene by David Hart

A Distinguised Pair of Spectacles by David Hart

A Distinguised Pair of Spectacles by David Hart

Shake My Soul With Bliss by David Hart

The Heroics of the Seas by David Hart

The Heroics of the Seas by David Hart

Come Now the Elated Trees by David Hart

Come Now the Elated Trees by David Hart

The Slow Dancing Moon by David Hart

The Slow Dancing Moon by David Hart

August New Itty Bitty Art Series 2010 by Dave Hart

Stage II Painting of May 2010 by David Hart

ProseHose and Sprinkler by fsbof jsty

He used to get sick to his stomach riding in cars. They called it car sick or car sickness and they would push the dramamine tablets in his mouth. He also got sick in class because two students from the same family would rarely bathe and also it was rumoured that they had cooties or lice at least and that also would turn his stomach sour. Then there was the sawdust poured over students who would puke in class. That smell always seemed to linger. One black and white dressed frocked nun made
Dex knell in the corridor where all the students went from one class to the other just because he laughed in class. He was not fond of that penguin for the remaining time in that school. She also brutally smashed down on the tops of his hands with a yard ruler and one time broke the ruler being she enjoyed a sadistic session with the young boys on a regular basis.
There wasn't alot to do on a house boat--sit on the upper deck, ring for tea and
cookies or summon the servants for a bath to be drawn or a time to prepare a lunch or a dinner. Dex would read a thick book on the top deck when the weather permitted. In India that was usually every day.
Sometimes they would row him into the area where the stores were to buy Coca Cola or 35 mm film.

More Infant David Harts

PHantasmagoria by David Hart

Phantasmagoria by David Hart
I
You gaze silently
and stare squinting
through your stained glass panes.

Now pulling aside
sapphire drapes
of flowing somber samite
Replete with glowing organdy
You gaze out.

Lo, a lazy mesmerized
quixotic moon--
blithely blows kisses,
wryly winks
and coyly smiles.


Yea, a light seesaw of a day
of ecstasy and spritely delight--
now wanes to a quiet evening tune.


II
Transfixed you
muse --attent through moist
window panes.

And now enter the past pains
through
a flowing Rorschach panorama
of fluid specters--

a pentimento painting
of myriad serpentine days
metamorphosing
into mellifluous mellowing nights.

Now mirthful,
this moon merrily
mills reticent
clouds in a star
clustered plight.

The meeting with Morpheus...
--wondering of his mood--
cheery and cherry,
one hopes.


III

In the soft security
of your pliant bed--
a weary cheek cradled
in thoughts of this
day now blithely tread--

a voice and vision from the past--
"night night
nighty nite
sleep tight".

IV
Dreaming..
in a dream

Floating in the night skyscape
. . a phantasmagoria
of sensual sights and sounds. .

riding in a catamaran of gilded silk. .
over the still quiet town.

There's the tailor's shop,
the market place,
and the gurgling fountains of the park.

On to other lands afar. .
the Taj Mahal. .
the Great Wall of China
the winged maneuvers of a lark

V

Dreaming . . .
reeling red and yellow
sea horses laugh and dance
while
you roar
over tree tops . . .
mermaids now samba agog
with cheshire cats to the
music of Sergei Rachmaninoff .
shooting stars
of blue purple catching
bolts of lightening

VI
Dearest one
awake now
and stir . . .
To scents of frankincense
and myrrh . . voices of the past.

Long lingering in your cozy warm bed . .
with thoughts
tantalizing in your graceful head . .

Birds twitter
and herald yon
day's new light . . .
a new morn sun yields
cascading
delight.
David Hart 2006

Isn't It Romantic by David Hart