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Alaine lis An Infant Sighs by David Hart
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Alaine lis An Infant Sighs by David Hart

Alaine lis An Infant Sighs by David Hart
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"An Infant Sighs" by David Hart

Upright in a crib,
legs akimbo,
an infant sighs.

Windows in the ceiling--a sky light--
a warm radiance
of blues, yellows, and scintillating hues of
pales
corruscating
courteously down upon this wide-eyed infant.

Upright and attent,
legs akimbo,
bathing in
rapturous caresses
of undulating streams
of sparkling light,
two tiny hands hold firm.

Now with toothless
miniature mouth,
wee gums press
upon the pleasure
yielding coolness
of the smooth
plastic crib railing.

Anon,
incomprehensible voices
--muffled and muddled--
ooze through thin walls
to the infant's new ears.

Contented within incomprehension
and delighting in wonderment,
an infant sighs.

Billie reads The Guns of Winter

Billie reads The Guns of Winter
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''Guns of Winter'' by David Hart
Now the powdered chimney's breath
Exhales canescent puffs
Cruel wiley winter blasts harsh
Pummelling all in it's icy sights

Houses grimace grotesquely and eaves groan moanfully
Donning a new set of crystalline teeth

Anon, shivering birds seem hesitant
Swathed in winter's slicing binds

Icily gothic chandelier trees
Their crackly boughs must cleave
Obedient to the will of winter's
might

The crucible cold holds all to
it's sniping tribulations
Pelican trucks gooble up white streets

People hug themselves more these days,
While crunchshuffling along, teeth blurred
clattering in a symphony of spasm grunting cars.
2002DavidHartUSA

Jennifer Reads "Luscious Dream"

Jennifer Reads "Luscious Dream"
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"Luscious Dream" by David Hart
Dream,
Melodious
I recall
A blinking,
Pulsating,
And twinkling
Sky.

Quixotic,
Heaven of joy.
I struggle to
Dream.

Thinking thoughts
Of Harmony.
One can, at times,
live a life
abounding
in selfish
deeds.

Frantic life.
A reminiscent dream of
love--luscious, luxuriant,
magnificent love.

That great havoc of
Love.
My dream.
(Originally written by Hart in Russian Dec 2007)

La Petite Serene

La Petite Serene
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short serene work for the piano by David Hart

Danielle reads "The Joy of Love"

Danielle reads "The Joy of Love"
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''The Joy of Love'' by David Hart

The kissing of the doves in the leaves
The slow dancing moon and the
Star speckled sky
Come now elated the chant of haling trees
Oft incites earth's ancient and serene sigh

You appeared and approached with your
inviting lips
And with you the delights of the world
And all the heroics of the sea's bold ships

And all life's fury didst unfurl

Amidst embraces and caresses of wind
Bathed in tingling moon beams
The ectasies of your moist kiss
Shakes my soul with swooning bliss
DHart2005USA (English version published 2006 July)

Billie reads Issue No. B-1610

Billie reads Issue No. B-1610
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"Issue No. B-1610" by David Hart
Black rectangular, quasi-rectangular, plastic half darkened
Now with shades of gray -- reflecting
White steel stalk of tin
Jutting out to a white sheet

Small oval shape - one third severed sphere
Affixed on the apex of a twin stalk - elliptical

Silver and gray tube with a creviced
Serpentine spine

Sitting staring beaming unrelentlessly
Interminable

Soft muffled tones whirring the concordant
monotone melody of D flat

No remorse or afterthought just base
exploitation of energy.

Trois Oevres d'Art par Hart

Trois Oevres d'Art par Hart
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3 works of art by David Hart

Petit Chien en Voiture

Petit Chien en Voiture
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little dog in car

Paul reads A Bird for Thanatos

Paul reads A Bird for Thanatos
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''A Bird For Thanatos'' -- by David Hart


Confect not that nest for mate and brood! O ebony vestured

inhabitant of air and ground.

Anon ye rest, quasi-supine on bladed verdant sheet.

Requiescat in pace! Requiescat in pace!

Wafted by Thanatos' immutable call, so ye shall rest.

Forever rest silent and still little black bird, ne'er to skuttle

for and extirpate errant creatures vermiculate. Wellaway dear dark

denizen of sky and earth.

Heaven alas wields its' aspergillum of gentle crystaline drops

now upon you--Thanatos' irenic catch. Ne'er to descant from dawn til dusk through fastigated beak.


Upon me now a lauwine of gloom implodes my soul. Requiescat in pace!

Requiescat in pace!


Kowtow do I to the now still indicia of the reaper's jeremiad--summer winds eftsoons, quietly strum a lakh of minimalist monochromatic monodies through trees' indolent pliant branches.


Ywis, nevermore those mercurial fulgurations in Njortr's realms, no more honeymooning in topiaries, unmewed from raptorial paladine pursuits -- forever.

Requiescat in pace! Requiescat in pace!

David Hart USA 2000

Jake Tackles "The Spry Metropolis"

Jake Tackles "The Spry Metropolis"
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''The Spry Metropolis''

Tower, buzz and scurry

Oh great resilient city

Ahoy!

Alive. Scramble bustle earth's

ethnicities

On lurid quests--

A pendulum of tantric turmoil and

Blessed harmony


Quixotic city--brash,

Sangfroid merotomized and

Chrematistic--metro nonpareil.


See a myriad melange of

Tortured splenetic

Souls and great spirits

Noble and soothfast


Great city, your hecatombs

Of underground trains

Roar scream in

Hodge-podge graffiti attire


Fat fuming brattling buses

Grunt their huffpuffs,

And nervous cars scissorcut

Impatiently betwixt tarred and

Cemented streets

August and capacious


Ferruminated grey glass and steel

Towers--Aeeries in obeisance to the

Heavens, erupt in anabasis at the azure

Pearly welkin,

Humming diapasons of marvelous

Melismatic tunes

A gallimaufry of cacaphony and

Sweet sounds--the

Great Metropolis persistently

Thrives.


Streets adorned with sylph fashion

Models, conute churls, street

recrement--dazed and forgotten men,

Enticing shuck and jive

Blandishing street vendors,

Natty brujo business gentry

With their helotry on a

Ferris wheel of daily

Triumphs and defeats and

Cheeky mendicants

Shuffle along allegro vivace

Howling chorus songs amidst a

Torrent of raining dollars and

Coins floating in the skies over

The brazen metropolis.


Snuffling restaurants like hives

Humbuzz the grandiloquence,

Pithy slang and sententious

Persiflage of the day.


A truly syncratic parley

Of passions sentient

Of crimes basilic

Of arts sacerdotal and gratuitous

Of fashions arabesque and outre

Of plays frivolous and profound

Of music sericeous and truculent

Of money pursuits solonic

Of loves ascendant and descentdant

Of rejections mournful and joyous


An e'er persisting cha-cha-cha and

Boogie-woogie of the fierce

Bustling bubbling bold city,

Pendulumming pandaemoniums and

Resolutions, day

Upon pertinatious day.

David John Hart 2003 USA

definitions at http://www.poetrypoem.com/hart

Melanie Reads Verse a Poem by Hart

Melanie Reads Verse a Poem by Hart
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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


vocabulary- spate-flood; arcadian-rural/simple; echt-adj.-genuine; Nestor-the god of wisdom; Achaetes-any faithful friend; chatoyant-possessing a changeable luster; rein-v.-to curb or restrain; amative-amatory; anele-v.- to annoint; harry-to torment by constant attack; perfervid-ardent/very fervid; ex aequo et bono-L.-according to the principle of fairness and good; bandy-to beat to and fro; vae victic-L.-woe to the vanquished; gammon-nonsense; gaffer- an old crone; flux-flow; fanfaronade--n.-bragging/ostentation/bluster; congeries-heap; susurrant-adj-whispering; basilic-lowly/base; pith-vigor/force/strength; supernal-celestial; imprecations-curses; halidom-a holy place/holiness; Pallas Athena-Gr.goddess of wisdom; quotha-arch.-indeed! Forsooth!; paracletes-someone who aids and supports; glaive-sword; pharos-lighthouse; atheling-ancient crown prince; adhibit-to let in/admit; benighted-adj-overtaken by darkness; bestead-to aid; anele-to annoint; contemn-v.-to view with contempt; solace-n. comfort in sorrow

Melanie Reads Verse a Poem by Hart

Melanie Reads Verse a Poem by Hart
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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


vocabulary- spate-flood; arcadian-rural/simple; echt-adj.-genuine; Nestor-the god of wisdom; Achaetes-any faithful friend; chatoyant-possessing a changeable luster; rein-v.-to curb or restrain; amative-amatory; anele-v.- to annoint; harry-to torment by constant attack; perfervid-ardent/very fervid; ex aequo et bono-L.-according to the principle of fairness and good; bandy-to beat to and fro; vae victic-L.-woe to the vanquished; gammon-nonsense; gaffer- an old crone; flux-flow; fanfaronade--n.-bragging/ostentation/bluster; congeries-heap; susurrant-adj-whispering; basilic-lowly/base; pith-vigor/force/strength; supernal-celestial; imprecations-curses; halidom-a holy place/holiness; Pallas Athena-Gr.goddess of wisdom; quotha-arch.-indeed! Forsooth!; paracletes-someone who aids and supports; glaive-sword; pharos-lighthouse; atheling-ancient crown prince; adhibit-to let in/admit; benighted-adj-overtaken by darkness; bestead-to aid; anele-to annoint; contemn-v.-to view with contempt; solace-n. comfort in sorrow

"103 degrees" by Sylvia Plath

"103 degrees" by Sylvia Plath
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Poem read by David Hart
Pure? What does it mean?
The tongues of hell
Are dull, dull as the triple

Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus
Who wheezes at the gate. Incapable
Of licking clean

The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin.
The tinder cries.
The indelible smell

Of a snuffed candle!
Love, love, the low smokes roll
From me like Isadora's scarves, I'm in a fright

One scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel.
Such yellow sullen smokes
Make their own element. They will not rise,

But trundle round the globe
Choking the aged and the meek,
The weak

Hothouse baby in its crib,
The ghastly orchid
Hanging its hanging garden in the air,

Devilish leopard!
Radiation turned it white
And killed it in an hour.

Greasing the bodies of adulterers
Like Hiroshima ash and eating in.
The sin. The sin.

Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.

Three days. Three nights.
Lemon water, chicken
Water, water make me retch.

I am too pure for you or anyone.
Your body
Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern ----

My head a moon
Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin
Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.

Does not my heat astound you. And my light.
All by myself I am a huge camellia
Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush.

I think I am going up,
I think I may rise ----
The beads of hot metal fly, and I, love, I

Am a pure acetylene
Virgin
Attended by roses,

By kisses, by cherubim,
By whatever these pink things mean.
Not you, nor him.

Not him, nor him
(My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats) ----
To Paradise.

Lord Byron Poem

Lord Byron Poem
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Lord Byron Poem read by David HartWe'll Go No More A-roving

So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

Lord Byron (1788-1824)

sa langue maternelle -- népalais

sa langue maternelle -- népalais
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Sweta lectures d'un segment de mon poème dans sa langue maternelle -- népalais

"The Blue Sun Light" by David Hart


A blue sun

gyrates

in a chrystalline green sky.


Flowers made of diamonds

float


In

purple sun light

chanting


to giddy birds


swimming smoothly

and certainly

in


an orange and gold sea.

"New York City-The Spry Metropolis

"New York City-The Spry Metropolis
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A poem by David Hart

Tower, buzz and scurry

Oh great resilient city

Ahoy!

Alive. Scramble bustle earth's

ethnicities

On lurid quests--

A pendulum of tantric turmoil and

Blessed harmony


Quixotic city--brash,

Sangfroid merotomized and

Chrematistic--metro nonpareil.


See a myriad melange of

Tortured splenetic

Souls and great spirits

Noble and soothfast


Great city, your hecatombs

Of underground trains

Roar scream in

Hodge-podge graffiti attire


Fat fuming brattling buses

Grunt their huffpuffs,

And nervous cars scissorcut

Impatiently betwixt tarred and

Cemented streets

August and capacious


Ferruminated grey glass and steel

Towers--Aeeries in obeisance to the

Heavens, erupt in anabasis at the azure

Pearly welkin,

Humming diapasons of marvelous

Melismatic tunes

A gallimaufry of cacaphony and

Sweet sounds--the

Great Metropolis persistently

Thrives.


Streets adorned with sylph fashion

Models, conute churls, street

recrement--dazed and forgotten men,

Enticing shuck and jive

Blandishing street vendors,

Natty brujo business gentry

With their helotry on a

Ferris wheel of daily

Triumphs and defeats and

Cheeky mendicants

Shuffle along allegro vivace

Howling chorus songs amidst a

Torrent of raining dollars and

Coins floating in the skies over

The brazen metropolis.


Snuffling restaurants like hives

Humbuzz the grandiloquence,

Pithy slang and sententious

Persiflage of the day.


A truly syncratic parley

Of passions sentient

Of crimes basilic

Of arts sacerdotal and gratuitous

Of fashions arabesque and outre

Of plays frivolous and profound

Of music sericeous and truculent

Of money pursuits solonic

Of loves ascendant and descentdant

Of rejections mournful and joyous


An e'er persisting cha-cha-cha and

Boogie-woogie of the fierce

Bustling bubbling bold city,

Pendulumming pandaemoniums and

Resolutions, day

Upon pertinatious day.

David John Hart 2003 USA

Jasmine lis le poeme "Maintenant" en Anglais

Jasmine lis le poeme "Maintenant" en Anglais
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Allons-y
Tu et moi
Maintenant,
comme le ciel
bleuâtre et noirâtre
arrive

Faisons une
promenade entre
les rues
meilleurs et
douces

A rejouissance bruyant
et
tumultueux

Alons-y les restaurants
Splendides avec
Les tables ornent
Avec les nappes
blanches

Trainons aux hotels
facetieusement avec
amies joyeux.

Parlons des choses
Noblesse.
Dancons dans les
Rues avec les
pieds heureux.

Et maintenant,
ce moment gallant
dans le temps.

Maintenant. Ici.
Rirons avec la joie
Sensationelle.
Non. A le passe
Non. A le futur
Ils n'existe pas

Maintenant sera le moment.
Maintenant sera toujours
le moment.
"Now" by David Hart

Let us embark now, you and I,
As evening splays out to
The blue-blackening sky.

Let us ride through
Particular smooth stoned
Streets,
To incoherent cacophonous
Retreats,
To white table-clothed
Restaurants,
And mint pillowed four
Starred hotels,
With cherished friends
And talk of noble feats,
To dancing streets that
Entice our feet.

And indeed this is now
This gallant moment in
Time.
Gales of laughter now
Somersault through
the roof pirouetting
in the sky, then careen
now down to tickle the
tops of our heads.

The time is now
And always will be.
No time for the past.
No time for the future.
They don't really exist.
Now exists.
Now will be the moment.
Now will always be the moment.
Forever, now.

Le Pit Bull

Le Pit Bull
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I meet a lady walking her boyfriends dog

Suzie Reads a Haiku

Suzie Reads a Haiku
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Hiaku #1 by David Hart


Giggling snowflakes

tumble and

cartwheel earthward


Lackadaisical winds

tickle and caress

shivering trees,

under a self-assured

smiling sky.


A speckled sparrow

paces in agitation

On a terra cotta

roof top.

Hart récite son poème en népalais

Hart récite son poème en népalais
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Hart récite son poème en népalais

Pragati reads about a butteryfly

Pragati reads about a butteryfly
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A Ladybug Cuddles by David Hart A ladybug cuddles and toys with a tree branch. A blue and white butterfly, romps in elation, betwixt and between, a sleepy pond... More» and a field of singing sunflowers. A waking squirrel, Sleepy-eyed, remembers his buried treasure. dhart2007usa img_2014

''Verse'' by Mr. David Hart

''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

vocabulary- spate-flood; arcadian-rural/simple; echt-adj.-genuine; Nestor-the god of wisdom; Achaetes-any faithful friend; chatoyant-possessing a changeable luster; rein-v.-to curb or restrain; amative-amatory; anele-v.- to annoint; harry-to torment by constant attack; perfervid-ardent/very fervid; ex aequo et bono-L.-according to the principle of fairness and good; bandy-to beat to and fro; vae victic-L.-woe to the vanquished; gammon-nonsense; gaffer- an old crone; flux-flow; fanfaronade--n.-bragging/ostentation/bluster; congeries-heap; susurrant-adj-whispering; basilic-lowly/base; pith-vigor/force/strength; supernal-celestial; imprecations-curses; halidom-a holy place/holiness; Pallas Athena-Gr.goddess of wisdom; quotha-arch.-indeed! Forsooth!; paracletes-someone who aids and supports; glaive-sword; pharos-lighthouse; atheling-ancient crown prince; adhibit-to let in/admit; benighted-adj-overtaken by darkness; bestead-to aid; anele-to annoint; contemn-v.-to view with contempt; solace-n. comfort in sorrow

"Faustus" by David Hart

"Faustus" by David Hart

Faustus croons
Robust and beneficent
He's a gent bedighted
Lordly in a bosk boon

Forever, we yearn for more,
More since we've heard
His splenetic tunes

Faustus' winds tickle me
In barrancas effulgent
And copses verdant and free

Dear Faustus, begird me cool in forrests
majestic

Breezes langorious caress me
In assuasive gardens of dew

Anoint me in streams and rivers glorious
Steep me in spates splendiforous
Slap me with prickly rain dropliforous

Oh, His munificent gargantuan gree
Great padishah to big and small
What glorious sights there to see
Dave Hart 2006
vocabulary: bedight- v. to dress or array, boon-
jolly; jovial; convivial: boon companions, n. something to be thankful for; blessing; benefit, copse - a dense growth of bushes

''Guns of Winter'' by David Hart

''Guns of Winter'' by David Hart
Now the powdered chimney's breath
Exhales canescent puffs
Cruel wiley winter blasts harsh
Pummelling all in it's icy sights

Houses grimace grotesquely and eaves groan moanfully
Donning a new set of crystalline teeth

Anon, shivering birds seem hesitant
Swathed in winter's slicing binds

Icily gothic chandelier trees
Their crackly boughs must cleave
Obedient to the will of winter's
might

The crucible cold holds all to
it's sniping tribulations
Pelican trucks gooble up white streets

People hug themselves more these days,
While crunchshuffling along, teeth blurred
clattering in a symphony of spasm grunting cars.
2002DavidHartUSA

''A Bird For Thanatos'' -- by David Hart

''A Bird For Thanatos'' -- by David Hart


Confect not that nest for mate and brood! O ebony vestured
inhabitant of air and ground.
Anon ye rest, quasi-supine on bladed verdant sheet.
Requiescat in pace! Requiescat in pace!
Wafted by Thanatos' immutable call, so ye shall rest.
Forever rest silent and still little black bird, ne'er to skuttle
for and extirpate errant creatures vermiculate. Wellaway dear dark
denizen of sky and earth.
Heaven alas wields its' aspergillum of gentle crystaline drops
now upon you--Thanatos' irenic catch. Ne'er to descant from dawn til dusk through fastigated beak.

Upon me now a lauwine of gloom implodes my soul. Requiescat in pace!
Requiescat in pace!

Kowtow do I to the now still indicia of the reaper's jeremiad--summer winds eftsoons, quietly strum a lakh of minimalist monochromatic monodies through trees' indolent pliant branches.

Ywis, nevermore those mercurial fulgurations in Njortr's realms, no more honeymooning in topiaries, unmewed from raptorial paladine pursuits -- forever.
Requiescat in pace! Requiescat in pace!
David Hart USA 2000

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

''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

Vocabulary: barghest-a goblin fabled to portend misfortune; monody-funeral song; antiphonal-chant; protend-to protract in time/lengthen; riposte-n. in fencing, a quick return/thrust; brattle-v.-to make rattling or clattering noises; cavalier-supercillious/disdainful/haughty; muzzy-hazy; attaint-v. to condemn; rankle-to give pain/nettle/gnaw; contretemps-untoward accident/hitch; throttle-v.to choke/suffocate/strangle/stiffle; bollix-v.-to bungle or botch; holus-bolus-adv.-all at once/altoghter; mithridate-antidote against poison; cataphract-suit of armor for the whole body; poltroonery-n. cowardice; a capriccio-musical piece characterized by improvisation; ettle-to intend/to prepare; campanile-free standing bell tower; kerf-a groove or notch
Azrael-the angel that helps souls from living to enter the afterlife; recondite-not easily understood/abstruce;
periapt-a charm worn to ward of evil; juju-object believed to contain magical powers; contretemps-disruptive unforeseen event; protend-to hold out or stretch forth

"Tout Lasse, Tout Casse, Tout Passe" by Hart

"Tout Lasse, Tout Casse, Tout Passe" by Hart

Ne me trompez pas Thanathos
Ne me regardez pas
Ne taillez pas votre épée nué à moi.
Un vaisseau de la vie pour moi.

Ne m'ésclavez pas dans votre horreur.
Déchargez-moi.
Un vaisseau de la vie pour moi.
Je vous supplie. Va t'en ésprits de malheur.

Non au rivièr Styx.
Je voudrais brûler
Dans la danse éternel de la vie.

More Foreign language poems at http://www.poetrypoem.com/hart1

"I Gotta Gun" 2nd version by David Hart

"I Gotta Gun" 2nd version by David Hart

I gotta gun.
I'm somebody now.
O, to hold my gun.
I feel so big and
so strong.
I like killin' things.
Bottles and cans are OK
But something alive
To snuff out life
That's the fine exquisite
thrill.
I feel so whole with my
gun. Why should I work
for other's respect when
I can get their fear and
respect by pullin' my gun.
To see blood splurt out
of some animal after I
plugged it good.
Yes. Yessss.
To snuff out life.
I feel like God.
I anxiously anticipate
someone giving me good
reason to use my gun.

someone rubbed me the
wrong way at work today.
I wouldn't think to ignore it,
I wouldn't think to get another job.
Maybe I'll go in and blow anyone
that has upset me away today.

I have no capacity to forgive
I have no capacity to forget.
I won't forget or forgive any
wrong done to me. I file it
away to latter get my revenge.
I only focus on my interpretation
of wrongs done to me.

I never think about all the
good that is afforded me
day after day.

I know I am OK.
Everyday, someone on the TV
has got a gun and is shooting
someone. Must be OK. It's
on the TV.

I got my gun and I ain't
never gonna forgive
and I ain't never gonna
forget.

"Father" by Dave Hart

"Father" by Dave Hart

Father dreamed of dancing trees & flowers
Singing in elation

Father saw cars on pilgrimage
Bouncing like rubber balls
Down undulating streets

Father swirled in affectionate winds
Chanting cheery tunes
Waving his arms trying to fly high

Father stood on shivering streets
Teary clothes & shaking limbs
And smiles

Father smiled 10,000,000 times
And 1,000,000 times laughed out loud

Father's soul poured out music for
all to hear delighting


"El Padre" by David Hart (Translation by Daniel Tucker)

El Padre soñó con los arboles bailers y los flores
Contando con júbilo

El Padre miró las coches en peregrinación
Rebontando como si fueran pelotas de goma
Por las calles ondulandas

El Padre se arremolinó en los vientos sensibles
Cantando las tonadas alegres
Saludando con sus brazos queriendo volar alto

El Padre estaba de pie en las calles temblantes
Las ropas llorosas y las miembras sacudiendose y sonrisas

El Padre sonrió por diez millones de veces
Y un millón de veces se rió fuerte

El espiritu de Padre desahogó la musica para
Todos oyeran deleitándose
Translated into Spanish by Daniel Tucker 2007

"From God to God" by David Hart

"From God to God" by David Hart

graves upon mournful graves
O, most heavy heart

Fie, release me from this.
from God to God
from God again to God
I fear. I anger.

minutes, hours, days,
weeks, months and years
from God now return to God.

clouds, dust, rain and sun
from God to God
from God, and again back
to God this day.

"Maintenant" a poem in French by David Hart

"Maintenant" a poem in French by David Hart

Allons-y
Tu et moi
Maintenant,
comme le ciel
bleuâtre et noirâtre
arrive

Faisons une
promenade entre
les rues
meilleurs et
douces

A rejouissance bruyant
et
tumultueux

Alons-y les restaurants
Splendides avec
Les tables ornent
Avec les nappes
blanches

Trainons aux hotels
facetieusement avec
amies joyeux.

Parlons des choses
Noblesse.
Dancons dans les
Rues avec les
pieds heureux.

Et maintenant,
ce moment gallant
dans le temps.

Maintenant. Ici.
Rirons avec la joie
Sensationelle.
Non. A le passe
Non. A le futur
Ils n'existe pas

Maintenant sera le moment.
Maintenant sera toujours
le moment.

"Tristana" (Rough Draft) by David Hart

"Tristana" (Rough Draft) by David Hart

O, Tristana mine heart doth flutter with joy
For you--so lissom and lithe my Tristana

Tristana, most protean, under undulating skys
She gracefully dances in profluent ecstasy

My heart opens for the exhuberant Tristana
Amidst galliard crisp verdant fronds
The winds caress my dear sensuel Tristana

Vocab: galliard-lively; profluent-flowing forth
protean-ever changing, changeable;
USAdavidhart2006

My first Hebrew poem "And" by David Hart

My first Hebrew poem "And" by David Hart

"And"
And alas I am now old
Being the First born
In my father's clan
Day and light
Earth and heavens

Alas, this soul
David, this man is.

The mountains delineate
My small size.
Yea, This man David
is a Man of Peace.
The actual egyptian text:
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3qu5r_petit-hebreu-poeme-par-hart_news

http://www.ratemydrawings.com/drawings/cartoons/163248.html

"An Admirable Man" by David Hart

"An Admirable Man" by David Hart

Inquisitive women wonder where
his secret lies.
An intriguing man with
an evocative mind.

It's the strength of his charms
The span of his mind
A rumbling tenor of his laugh
The flash of his eyes
He's a well experienced man
An admirable man

He enters a room as casual
as he pleases
And the yearning eyes of the
women follow him
Some fall to their knees

It's the fire of his thought
The flash of his wit
The song in his heart
The ecstasy of his kiss

He's a man. An extraordinary gent,
A mesmerizing tantalizing man

Women endlessly wonder
at his enigmatic smile
They can't touch his mystic style
He's a magnificent man,
An admirable man

To the ladies he's always
giving them hints.
But they are left exasperated
They simply can't get a handle
on his gift

He's a great man, a delighting man
With a glide in his slide
A man of tempestuous style
and scintillating grace

He doesn't speak loud
He doesn't have to act proud
His actions and words set the
girls in a whirl

He's a man of monumental personality
He's a man, a man of gargantuan glee
He's a fantastic gent, an admirable man

"dhanayavad " a poem in Hindi by Dave Hart

"dhanayavad " a poem in Hindi by Dave Hart

dhanayavad
karta hu o bhagwan
surya chand

avr
aakash
ke liye zill.

jangal aur pakshiyo
ke liye sunder

fool aur dharti key
liye taquat ladne ke liya.

Tiny Little Things by David Hart

Tiny Little Things by David Hart

Spinning, swirling, air born, little tiny bits
Glitter and glisten.

These are mysterious
Muses.
Blaze. Blaze mellifluous, mysterious, and
Nimble.

Tickling. Now to revel in their time.
Revel now from cheeky to wise.
Revel now from twilight to darkness.
Revel now from superstition
To knowledge.

Blaze mellifluous
From the wild antics of turmoil
'til the ends of time.

A Cette Nuit Refroidi par David Hart

A Cette Nuit Refroidi par David Hart

A cette nuit
refroidi,
restant
au milieu
d'une mer
des couvertures,
petits chuchotements
percent la nuit
tranquille.

En repos,
le petit enfant
dormi.
une petite tete
reste sur
un oreiller
desagreable.

A cette nuit refroidi,
cet oreiller
languid
caresse
cette petite tete.

"A Song of Peace" by David Hart اغنية السلام في

"A Song of Peace" by David Hart اغنية السلام في

A Song of Peace
Morning, Afternoon,
and Night
Don't kill.
Don't kill.

Quickly to peace.
I am
the beautiful
wind of peace

I am
a wind of
beautiful peace.

Peace pleases Allah.
Peace pleases Allah.

From morning until night,
Beautiful peace.
اغنية السلام في

الصباح وبعد الظهر
والليل ، لا تقتل.

لا تقتل. بسرعة الى
السلام. انا جميلة

رياح السلام
أنا ريح الجميل

السلام. سلام يرضي
الله. سلام يرضي

الله. من الصباح
حتى الليل وجميلة السلام.

The Man in the Cardboard Box by Dave Hart

The Man in the Cardboard Box by Dave Hart

The man in the cardboard box
Maybe sleeping something off
Tattered and rank
That could be you or I there
But for whims of fate.

The man in the cardboard box
He is your brother
He is your father
He is your uncle
He is your son
But for whims of fate.

The man in the cardboard box
I don't think his major need
is food or clothing or rent
money.
The man in the cardboard box
needs compassion, empathy,
friendship and love.

The man in the cardboard box
has a story to tell and needs
someone to not only listen but
to act.

I was a man in a cardboard
box years ago.
USAhart2008

Человек в картонную коробку
Может быть, спит-то покинуть
Tattered и звания
Это может быть и вы или я там
Но по прихоти судьбы.

Человек в картонную коробку
Он ваш брат
Он твой отец
Он ваш дядя
Он ваш сын
Но по прихоти судьбы.

Человек в картонную коробку
Я не думаю, что его основные необходимость
это питание или одежду или арендовать
деньги.
Человек в картонную коробку
потребности сострадание, сопереживание,
дружбы и любви.

Человек в картонную коробку
есть рассказать и потребностей
кто-то, чтобы не только слушать, но
действовать.

Я был человеком в картонную
ящик лет назад.
USAhart2008

L'homme de la boîte en carton
Peut-être quelque chose de hors du sommeil

Cela pourrait être vous ou moi, il
Mais pour les caprices du destin.

L'homme de la boîte en carton
Il est ton frère
Il est de votre père
Il est de votre oncle
Il est de votre fils
Mais pour les caprices du destin.

L'homme de la boîte en carton
Je ne pense pas que son grand besoin
C'est de la nourriture ou des vêtements ou louer
Argent.
L'homme de la boîte en carton
Besoins de la compassion, l'empathie,
L'amitié et l'amour.

L'homme de la boîte en carton
A une histoire à raconter et des besoins
Quelqu'un qui non seulement écouter, mais
D'agir.

J'étais un homme dans un carton
Case ans.
USAhart2008
الرجل في المربع الكرتون
ربما شيء من النوم
باليه ورتبته
يمكن أن تكون أنت أو أنا هناك
ولكن لأهواء مصير.

الرجل في المربع الكرتون
فهو اخوك
وهو أباك
وهو الخاص بك العم
فهو ابنك
ولكن لأهواء مصير.

الرجل في المربع الكرتون
لا اعتقد ان صاحب الحاجة الرئيسية
هو الغذاء او الملبس او الايجار
المال.
الرجل في المربع الكرتون
احتياجات الشفقه ، والتعاطف ،
الصداقه والحب.

الرجل في المربع الكرتون
وقد أخبر قصة لوالاحتياجات
ليس فقط الى شخص يستمع ولكن
الى الفعل.

كنت رجلا في الكرتون
المربع منذ سنوات.


該名男子在紙板箱
也許沉睡的東西小康
反美和職級
可你或我有
但對於喜好的命運。

該名男子在紙板箱
他是你的兄弟
他是你的父親
他是你叔叔
他是你的兒子
但對於喜好的命運。

該名男子在紙板箱
我不認為他的主要需求
是食品或衣物或租金
錢。
該名男子在紙板箱
需要同情心，同理心，
友誼和愛情。

該名男子在紙板箱
有一個故事要告訴和需求
有人不但要聽，但
採取行動。

我是一名男子在一個紙板
票房年前。
usahart2008

"Spellbound" by David Hart

"Spellbound" by David Hart

Spellbound, amazed, in awe,
Tickled with
Wonderment, a multitude of loves
Gained and loves lost, delighted
To walk through canyons of
Skyscrapers and forests laden
With trees, showered in warm
Splashing puddlishous rain falls, and
Showered in gentle tones of
Admirations, battered by cold
Cutting winds and shouts of
Castigation,
Walking tall and proud like
The Kodiak bear, flying and
Flitting hither and yon,
Like the Monarch butterfly,
Treading softly and quietly like
A brown and white rabbit
Celebrating at others triumphs,
And accomplishments, remorseful
At my fellows low points in life,
I continue in joy and sorrow ever
Looking forward and into the sun,
To a gift of another most
Delicious day.

"In the Rain" by David Hart

"In the Rain" by David Hart

Standing, listening, waiting.
Hearing many sounds
& muffled voices.

In the rain, clicking,
clacking drops
and droplets splashing
trickling
bouncing down. A wet silky
blue grey swirling sky.

Murmurs.

Standing,
listening, waiting.
Nature's wet caress.

The murmur of the rain.

"This Moment in Time" by David Hart

"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.

"Winds" by David Hart

"Winds" by David Hart

Winds of fright
Winds as foe
Winds contrite
Winds out of control
Whiffle and glow
Whiffle and glow
A tempest's might
A tempest trite
Now explode
In splintered plight
Pleas rebuked
Pleas ignored
Pleas scorned
Winds' delight
Winds this night
Swirl and flow


Ветры страха
Ветры, как недруга
Ветры покаяться
Ветры из-под контроля
Твист и сияния
поворот и сияния
А может вихрем в
А вихрем банально
Теперь взрыв


В раскол тяжелого
Призывы о необходимости
Игнорируют призывы
Призывы презираемыми
Ветры в радость
Ветер в эту ночь
Вихревой поток и
поворот и сияния
“Los Vientos” por David Hart (Translated by Daniel Tucker 2007 December)

Vientos del miedo
Vientos como un enemigo
Vientos arrepentidos
Vientos incontrolables
Soplan y brillan
Soplan y brillan
La fuerza de una tempestad
Una tempestad añeja
Ahora estalle
En apuro roto
Súplicas reprendidas
Súplicas ignoradas
Súplicas despreciadas
La alegría del viento
Los vientos esta noche
Remolinan y fluyen

Dream by David Hart

Dream by David Hart

A melodious dream

recalling the
blinking, twinkling
Sky.

Dreaming now of a
Quixotic reminiscent
tantalizing time of love.

Luscious, luxuriant,
magnificent love.

The great havoc of love.
My Dream
(English Translation of Hart Russian Poem 2007 Dec)

A Ladybug Cuddles by David Hart

A Ladybug Cuddles by David Hart

A ladybug cuddles
and toys with a tree
branch.

A blue and white butterfly,
romps in elation,
betwixt and between,
a sleepy pond
and a field of
singing sunflowers.

A waking squirrel,
Sleepy-eyed,
remembers
his buried treasure.
dhart2007usa

"Hwaet " (olde English for Behold!) by Hart

"Hwaet " (olde English for Behold!) by Hart

Lightening with snow
Lightening with hail
O wintering fright
Of thundering might

Hwaet, cruel fierce
winds abound
On high they pound

A freezy sky
A malicious on high
jettison crystal chunks, spears,
and orbs
Earth bound down
to the frail and fair

Three hundred trillion
Tons of malevolent ice,
Rain and white frozen
laced flakes

To weak roof tops
cities and lakes.

Months of mounds
Months of dread
Months of fright
O a heavy heart
Regrets for the
Dead.

The frigid fist
the pounding fright
The streams of prayers
For multiple
tear filled nights.

En Anglais A Reading by Chad Navel

En Anglais A Reading by Chad Navel
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Chad Navel ( pronounced [nov-uhl] )reads an
excerpt from his short story "At Five". See more of Chad's works at: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=19744261

Plastique avec Rires

Plastique avec Rires
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C'était une tasse en plastique

Plastique avec Rires

Plastique avec Rires
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C'était une tasse en plastique

Piano Musing #5

Piano Musing #5
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jan 20 2008 Improvising on the piano in the evening

"Now" read by Tiffney

"Now" read by Tiffney
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"Now" by David Hart


Let us embark now, you and I,

As evening splays out to

The blue-black sky.


Let us proceed through

Particular smooth stoned

Streets,

To incoherent rowdy

Retreats,

To white table-clothed

Restaurants,

To four

Star hotels with mints on

the pillows,

With cherished friends

And expound of noble great deeds,

And then,

To dancing streets that

Entice our feet.


And indeed this is now

This gallant moment in

Time.

Gales of laughter now

Skyrocket through

the roof twirling

in the warm dark sky, then bounce

now down to tickle the

tops of our heads.


The time is now

And always will be.

No time for the past.

No time for the future.

They don't really exist.

Now exists.

Now will be the moment.

Now will always be the moment.

Forever, now.

Le Lapin Avec Un Chapeau

Le Lapin Avec Un Chapeau
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Dinker Doodle's Little Rabbit!

Piano Musing #5

Piano Musing #5
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jan 20 2008

Last Wife

Petit Hebreu Poeme par Hart

Petit Hebreu Poeme par Hart
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mon premier hebreu poeme

Translation: en anglais

Title: "And"

And alas I am now old

Being the First born

In my father's clan

Day and light

Earth and heavens


Alas, this soul

David, this man is.


The mountains delineate

My small size.

Yea, This man David

is a Man of Peace.

"Maintenant" par David Hart

"Maintenant" par David Hart
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"Maintenant" Par David Hart
Allons-y
Tu et moi
Maintenant,
comme le ciel
bleuâtre et noirâtre
arrive

Faisons une
promenade entre
les rues
meilleurs et
douces

A rejouissance bruyant
et
tumultueux

Alons-y les restaurants
Splendides avec
Les tables ornent
Avec les nappes
blanches

Trainons aux hotels
facetieusement avec
amies joyeux.

Parlons des choses
Noblesse.
Dancons dans les
Rues avec les
pieds heureux.

Et maintenant,
ce moment gallant
dans le temps.

Maintenant. Ici.
Rirons avec la joie
Sensationelle.
Non. A le passe
Non. A le futur
Ils n'existe pas

Maintenant sera le moment.
Maintenant sera toujours
le moment.

Je fais le petit snack minuit

Je fais le petit snack minuit
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faisant le snack

Mon Montre Drole

Mon Montre Drole
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je joue avec mon montre

Winston and Aidan

Winston and Aidan
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meeting some dogs

New Denim Painting by David Hart

New Denim Painting by David Hart
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A framed pair of blue denim jeans oil painting by American Artist David Hart

Lunettes Don Quichotte, Enfant Hart

Lunettes Don Quichotte, Enfant Hart
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3 turcs de Hart: Lunettes foux, Enfant Hart, et

Don Quichotte

Je fais un nouvel Wood Cut

Je fais un nouvel Wood Cut
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new wood cut printing by American Artist

David Hart jan 2008

POEME OF DAVE HART : LUSCIOUS DREAM

POEME OF DAVE HART : LUSCIOUS DREAM
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My Friend reads Luscious Dream

a poem from dave hart

a poem from dave hart
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My friend from France Read a poem by Dave Hart

My Miss America Friend

My Miss America Friend
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Kelly reads my little poem about a butterfly

More Little Sculptures

More Little Sculptures
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itty bitty sculptures

Frere Ivan une chanson en Russe

Frere Ivan une chanson en Russe
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Russian song in Russian sung by David Hart

стихотворение Дэвид Харт

стихотворение Дэвид Харт
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poem by David Hart

My Italian Friend Reads

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3lsfs_my-italian-friend-jc-read-a-new-ver_news

My Flower

 

“Los Vientos” por David Hart

“Los Vientos” por David Hart

Vientos del miedo
Vientos como un enemigo
Vientos arrepentidos
Vientos incontrolables
Soplan y brillan
Soplan y brillan
La fuerza de una tempestad
Una tempestad añeja
Ahora estalle
En apuro roto
Súplicas reprendidas
Súplicas ignoradas
Súplicas despreciadas
La alegría del viento
Los vientos esta noche
Remolinan y fluyen

Jennifer Reads Hart

"Luscious Dream" by David Hart

Dream,
Melodious
I recall
A blinking,
Pulsating,
And twinkling
Sky.

Quixotic,
Heaven of joy.
I struggle to
Dream.

Thinking thoughts
Of Harmony.
One can, at times,
live a life
abounding
in selfish
deeds.

Frantic life.
A reminiscent dream of
love--luscious, luxuriant,
magnificent love.

That great havoc of
Love.
My dream.
(Originally written by Hart in Russian Dec 2007)

breezy

played and composed by Hart

Facial Scape

by David Hart

"Wolf" by Hart

Take a look at this:
http://www.artbreak.com/work/show/8687-wolf-by-david-hart-david-hart

Roxanne tries to Speak

Primavera, verano, oto�o e invierno

�Qu� flores son estas?

Hermosas, peque�as, y j�venes.

Por favor, me dan

una palabra cordial de gratitud,

una invitaci�n cari�osa,

los p�jaros coloridos,

una familia amable,

una escultura grande,

un acuerdo bueno,

una celebraci�n feliz,

una ma�ana brillante,

energ�a nueva,

una excursi�n temprana

y gratitud.

A la amistad y a la cooperaci�n,

Primavera, verano, oto�o e invierno.
Translation by Daniel Tucker

Doggy

Kristi recites "Now"

"Now" by David HartLet us embark now, you and I,As evening splays out toThe blue-blackening sky.Let us ride throughParticular smooth stonedStreets,To incoherent cacophonousRetreats,To white table-clothedRestaurants,And mint pillowed fourStarred hotels,With cherished friendsAnd talk of noble feats,.....

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Short Art Film

by Dave Hart

Samantha reads

a poem by David Hart

Robson Reads

"A Day Late and A Dollar Short" by David Hart

It was a cold dreamsicle night
A blackbird colored sky dripped
Rice Krispie snow bits down
On a cracked dirt ridden street

An egg yoke colored taxi shuffleslides
by, blowing smoke rings from its rattling
rear pipe.

I was worn out like an overused dish rag.
I sat spinning semi-circles on a
swivel stool at Joe's Open All Night
greasy diner.

An angry cup of coffee winked at me with
Mud puddled eyes and dared me to drink it.

A rag doll woman with shredded wheat hair
Sat sucking on a bent cigarette
Her smeared lipstick put on like a bad
coloring book.

Two yellow bug eyed eggs squinted at me
and said they'd
like to get to know my aching heart.

I gave a slight half smile to my
smeared redded up mouthed fellow epicurean.
Her nostrils flaired as cigarette smoke and makeup powered
fell from her boozer nose.

This could be my 208th love affair --
This one will last I am sure of it.

A couple of burgers on the once silver grill
now screamed their last thoughts on life.
Another day late, another dollar short.
Hart2007

A Time of Youth by David Hart

A Time of Youth by David Hart

A time of youth
They called me a teen
Workin' hard and
Workin' mean,
at the Sears
Roebuck warehouse.

Loadin and unloadin' pallettes,
Put some boxes on the pallette
Take some boxes off the pallette
Boxes on
Boxes off
Startin' at midnight--
Eight hours a day--
Sometimes twelve--
Gotta get the O.T.
That's what we called
Overtime.

A time in youth
An age of a teen.

Jamal worked there too.
He smoked wacky tobacy
and lived in the Cabrini
Green Housing Projects.
Chicago, Illinois.

Breaktime at Sears and
Jamal and I would indulge
in the fearsome herb and some
cough medicine.
Just a little balm to
Get through the graveyard
Shift at Sears.
A time in a year of my teens.
A little balm to ease
the hardscrabble pain.

Went to visit Jamal at the
projects. What did I hear?
"Hey Whitey, Hey Honkey,
Hey White Bread, Hey Snowflake,
Whadda ya doin' here"?
"Geez I said just visitin' my
friend Jamal".
Shoulda said I was movin' in
Coulda said I was movin' in.

Folks come to my neighborhood
With a deep rich skin tone,
I'd never think to say "Hey
Coal face, Hey Charcoal, Hey
Blackie".
I'd usually say, "Hi, Welcome,
What's new, and What's Happenin".

Just a little time at the
Cabrini Green.
Just a little time
When I was a teen.

"Phantasmagoria" by Dave Hart

"Phantasmagoria" by Dave 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

"I Gotta Gun" a poem by David Hart

"I Gotta Gun" by David Hart

I gotta gun.
I'm somebody now.
O, to hold my gun.
I feel so big and
so strong.
I like killin' things.
Bottles and cans are OK
But something alive
To snuff out life
That's the fine exquisite
thrill.
I feel so whole with my
gun. Why should I work
for other's respect when
I can get their fear and
respect by pullin' my gun.
To see blood splurt out
of some animal after I
plugged it good.
Yes. Yessss.
To snuff out life.
I feel like God.
I anxiously anticipate
someone giving me good
reason to use my gun.

someone rubbed me the
wrong way at work today.
I wouldn't think to ignore it,
I wouldn't think to get another job.
Maybe I'll go in and blow anyone
that has upset me away today.

I have no capacity to forgive
I have no capacity to forget.
I won't forget or forgive any
wrong done to me. I file it
away to latter get my revenge.
I only focus on my interpretation
of wrongs done to me.

I never think about all the
good that is afforded me
day after day.

I know I am OK.
Everyday, someone on the TV
has got a gun and is shooting
someone. Must be OK. It's
on the TV.

I got my gun and I ain't
never gonna forgive
and I ain't never gonna
forget.

"Now" by David Hart

"Now" by David Hart

Let us embark now, you and I,
As evening splays out to
The blue-blackening sky.

Let us ride through
Particular smooth stoned
Streets,
To incoherent cacophonous
Retreats,
To white table-clothed
Restaurants,
And mint pillowed four
Starred hotels,
With cherished friends
And talk of noble feats,
To dancing streets that
Entice our feet.

And indeed this is now
This gallant moment in
Time.
Gales of laughter now
Somersault through
the roof pirouetting
in the sky, then careen
now down to tickle the
tops of our heads.

The time is now
And always will be.
No time for the past.
No time for the future.
They don't really exist.
Now exists.
Now will be the moment.
Now will always be the moment.
Forever, now.

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"Jouissance" par Monsieur David Hart

Jouissance, oui,
J'espere precis
C'est un jouet
etordi
Je me joue
avec la vie
Cest un joujou
etudie!
Jouisssance,
oui,
C'est mon envie
Tiens,
moi, untype
de jongleur des pensees,
oui
Jovialement,
j'aime japper cheri
Des mots, des mots,
des mots
L'un l'autre
Je ne suis pas sur
je cherche pour
les bijoux mots
Jouissance, oui,
c'est mon
Essence et c'est
mon envie

"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.

I love my car by Hart

I love my car
It makes me feel so good
I love the smell of my car
I love to go places in my car
I love when people see me in
my car. My car is so wonderful.
I look so cool in my car.
I am my car and my car is me.
I could never live life
without my car.
Car is good. No car is bad.
I would never walk or ride
a bike when I could take my
car. How do people live
without a car? Mmmmmm?
I think I'll go take a ride.
A ride in my car.

Tantalizing Memory by David Hart

On an ending of a day most wearying
With skies overcast and drearying
Glimpsed I your delcate flowing hair
And did lose my track of time

Back through years of care
To whence you were all mine
A flowing dancing head of hair
Nudged me from my pensive lair

Your diamond smile and perfect nose
Your reticence to be a politely close

Our eyes spoke of rare treats of the day
Your lips whispered in a cavalier way

Your diaphonous spectre tantalizes me
again this night
Wresting me once again from my Cimmerian
plight.

"Devastation" by David Hart

Where to go what to do?
Alas, the gentle home is gone
Where to go what to do?
Excursions with the trusted
vehicle--no more.
It's gone--the house, the vehicle
gone.
The memorabilia damaged and gone and
now only the mind's corners to search
for past delights.
Familiarity is now in scarce supply.
Confusion and newness are the main
course.
Chaos now overtakes the status quo.
Where is our special pet?
The kind known now departs and
the harsh unknown is in its place.
Where to go what to do?
What to do where to go?

mutluluk veren düşünce --a poem in Turkish by Hart

mutluluk veren düşünce, (Happy Thoughts)
bir ben. (I love)
--boşlakırdı, (moon)
başrolde oynamak (stars)
oynatmak, oynatmak, oynatmak (dance)
durmadan (Night)
dost, (loving)
kuruntu (dreaming)

"Gun Love" a poem by David Hart

I gotta gun.
I'm somebody now.
Oh, to hold my gun.
I like killing things with it.
Bottles & cans are OK,
But something ALIVE, yes
Alive--to snuff out life.
That's the fine exquisite thrill.

See Blood splurt out of some animal.
Pure joy. Just after I plugged 'em
Good. Yes, yes.

To snuff out life. I feel so good.
I feel like God.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.
For someone to give me a good
Reason, to use my Gun.

Someone rubs me wrong at work,
I won't ignore it.
I ain't gettin' another job.
I have no capacity to forgive
Nay, nor to forgive. Not me.
An eye for an eye. A tooth
For a tooth. It's in the Bible.
Only solution, blow them away.
With my Gun.

I easily forget all the good
That comes my way. I only
Think of the bad. Everyone
Wrongs me all the time.
Time for me and my Gun
To make them pay.

I know I am ok.
Everyday, on TV,
A gun here, a gun there.
Must be ok. I see it on TV.
I got my Gun. I love my Gun.
I never forget. I never forgive.
It ain't my way.

"The SUN, The ACE and the CME" by Dave Hart

"The SUN, The ACE and the CME" by Dave Hart
Fair beautiful
Northern Light
Come now
the corona's
surging graph
Yon nano
tesselate awhirl

Avast south polarity
this nervous night
Resplendent magnificent
scintillating sun

Your solar maximum
and dread south
polarity light
Yielding anon
helter-skelter
bouncing
and flowing
of protons
synergisticly high


Regal lords of
the electric
transformers
the empire of
the powerful, the great
transformer pith

Beware and avert
the imminent overload
The great plash
of the imminent
solar energy.
USA David Hart 2006

"Quixotic" by Hart (1st written in Russian)

"Quixotic" by Hart (1st written in Russian)

I love to love
madly

I feel, cheer & sing
freely

I love life,

I am
quixotic

Earthly lively visions have I
I thirst for life

I love to
blaze a trail


Я люблю безумно
люблю
я чувствую,

веселей петь
свободно и
я любим
жизнь,

Я по-донкихотски
Заходите живое видение я

я жажду жизни я люблю
горели следа

"A Song of Peace" by David Hart

A Song of Peace
Morning, Afternoon,
and Night
Don't kill.
Don't kill.

Quickly to peace.
I am
the beautiful
wind of peace

I am
a wind of
beautiful peace.

Peace pleases Allah.
Peace pleases Allah.

From morning until night,
Beautiful peace.
اغنية السلام في

الصباح وبعد الظهر
والليل ، لا تقتل.

لا تقتل. بسرعة الى
السلام. انا جميلة

رياح السلام
أنا ريح الجميل

السلام. سلام يرضي
الله. سلام يرضي

الله. من الصباح
حتى الليل وجميلة السلام.

"Bang, Boom, & KaPow!" by David Hart

Buildings go bang
Tanker trucks go pow
Bombs, grenades & firecrackers
We love out explosions and love
our bombs.

Boom, Bang, and KaPow
Let's blow something up!
Much easier than building
something up!

Atom bombs, Hydrogen bombs,
Nuclear bombs, Cherry bombs,
Roadside bombs--Wanna celebrate
something--boom, bang & kapow
Boom Bang and KaPow

Hip, Hip, Hooray!
More fun to blow it up
Than to build it up.

Air plane bombs, Napalm bombs
A little bomb her,
A little bomb there
Everywhere a bomb bomb.

Bombinate away this once
quiet day!
Bomb them to Kingdom come!

Human bombs, suicide bombs, car
bombs, truck bombs

KaBoom, KaPow Bang & Pow
We love our bombs.

Tank bombs, stink bombs,
Homemade bombs, fire bombs,
Bomb the sun slake day.
Malatov Cocktail anyone?
Suitcase bombs, megaton bombs,
Donkey bombs--a bomb a day
yields a doctor his pay.

A shoe bomb or pipe bomb,
let's blow it up and call
it a day.

A letter bomb, a chair bomb,
a clock bomb, a refrigerator bomb,
a TV bomb, a computer bomb, a
tree bomb, a hat bomb, a rug bomb,
a motorcycle bomb--
let's get cooking on it right away.
Blow it up and blow it away.