An excerpt from Picaresque by David Hart

An excerpt from Picaresque by David Hart
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An excerpt read by Heather
Picaresque by Dave Hart

Peek-a-booing
minion of verdant plains~

~Ligneous rover
of arborescent
columns~~

~Your twitching
hirsute tail~~

Scratchclawing
perfervidly
up and down~~~

Tickling trees' sides
into laughter~~~

Eyes ebony peering
from your skyward lair.

Pilose pirate
nibblemunching
your forsesty pelf~~

~Dainty adroit hands,
secreting away your cache
of daily treasures.
©David Hart 2006

The Butterfly Cafe

The Butterfly Cafe
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Improvisation by David Hart

Phantasmagoria read by Danielle

Phantasmagoria read by Danielle
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"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.
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An excerpt from Picaresque by David Hart

An excerpt from Picaresque by David Hart
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An excerpt read by Heather
Picaresque by Dave Hart

Peek-a-booing
minion of verdant plains~

~Ligneous rover
of arborescent
columns~~

~Your twitching
hirsute tail~~

Scratchclawing
perfervidly
up and down~~~

Tickling trees' sides
into laughter~~~

Eyes ebony peering
from your skyward lair.

Pilose pirate
nibblemunching
your forsesty pelf~~

~Dainty adroit hands,
secreting away your cache
of daily treasures.
©David Hart 2006

The Seasons of Your Love by David Hart

The Seasons of Your Love by David Hart
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The Seasons of Your Love by David Hart

When bright lightening
Slices through the
Soft blue sky and
Your eyes delightfully
Dance in joy and glee,
My heart does gloriously sing.

Anon, seasons sprightly go
hither and yon.

Amidst the swirling orange and yellow leaves of
Autumn's caress, your pixie
Smile beams resplendent and light.

When bright jagged lightening cleaves
The pliant blue black night,
Your gentle soothing love bathes
my yearning heart this fair night.

Phantasmagoria

Phantasmagoria
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"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

Sweeney among the Nightingales

Sweeney among the Nightingales
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T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Poems. 1920.
Sweeney among the Nightingales
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.

The circles of the stormy moon 5
Slide westward toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the hornèd gate.

Gloomy Orion and the Dog
Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas; 10
The person in the Spanish cape
Tries to sit on Sweeney’s knees

Slips and pulls the table cloth
Overturns a coffee-cup,
Reorganised upon the floor 15
She yawns and draws a stocking up;

The silent man in mocha brown
Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes;
The waiter brings in oranges
Bananas figs and hothouse grapes; 20

The silent vertebrate in brown
Contracts and concentrates, withdraws;
Rachel née Rabinovitch
Tears at the grapes with murderous paws;

She and the lady in the cape 25
Are suspect, thought to be in league;
Therefore the man with heavy eyes
Declines the gambit, shows fatigue,

Leaves the room and reappears
Outside the window, leaning in, 30
Branches of wistaria
Circumscribe a golden grin;

The host with someone indistinct
Converses at the door apart,
The nightingales are singing near 35
The Convent of the Sacred Heart,

And sang within the bloody wood
When Agamemnon cried aloud,
And let their liquid siftings fall
To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud

A fine, a Private by Diane Ackerman

A fine, a Private by Diane Ackerman
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He took her one day
under the blue horizon
where long sea fingers
parted like beads
hitched in the doorway
of an opium den,
and canyons mazed the deep
reef with hollows,
cul-de-sacs, and narrow boudoirs,
and had to ask twice
before she understood
his stroking her arm
with a marine feather
slobbery as aloe pulp
was wooing, or saw the octopus
in his swimsuit
stretch one tentacle
and ripple its silky bag.

While bubbles rose
like globs of mercury,
they made love
mask to mask, floating
with oceans of air between them,
she his sea-geisha
in an orange kimono
of belts and vests,
her lacquered hair waving,
as Indigo Hamlets
tattooed the vista,
and sunlight
cut through the water,
twisting its knives
into corridors of light.

His sandy hair
and sea-blue eyes,
his kelp-thin waist
and chest ribbed wider
than a sandbar
where muscles domed
clear and taut as shells
(freckled cowries,
flat, brawny scallops
the color of dawn),
his sea-battered hands
gripping her thighs
like tawny starfish
and drawing her close
as a pirate vessel
to let her board:
who was this she loved?

Overhead, sponges
sweating raw color
jutted from a coral arch,
Clown Wrasses
hovered like fireworks,
and somewhere an abalone opened
its silver wings.
Part of a lusty dream
under aspic, her hips rolled
like a Spanish galleon.
Her eyes swam
and chest began to heave.
Gasps melted on the tide.
Knowing she would soon
be breathless as her tank,
he pumped his brine deep within her,
letting sea water drive it

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Variation on a Hart Theme

Variation on a Hart Theme
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Ovid's Dream

Ovid's Dream
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Variation on a Hart Theme
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Prospero's Dream

Prospero's Dream
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Justin Reads On Gelid Night

Justin Reads On Gelid Night
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"On Gelid Night" by David Hart
On gelid night, prone amidst this small sea of
faineant coverlets,
A nimeity of somnolent susurrations--
Bombinate and pierce the greyblack night.

Still, the foundling lies on bilious pillow
A radiator's dolorous tintinnabulation
Harmonizes a fan's punctilious paean.

On this gelid night,
A languid pillow kisses this naive cheek.

Vocabulary
Bilious-ill-tempered; Foundling-lost child; nimiety-excess (n);
dolorous-sad; tintinnabulation-tinkling sound; susurrations(n)-whispers; faineant(adj)- idle; gelid-icy cold; bombinate-buzz or hum; punctilious-precise; paean- a song of praise

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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

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Picaresque by Dave Hart (Most recent version)
Peek-a-booing
minion of verdant plains~

~Ligneous rover
of arborescent
columns~~

~Your twitching
hirsute tail~~

Scratchclawing
perfervidly
up and down~~~

Tickling trees' sides
into laughter~~~

Eyes ebony peering
from your skyward lair.

Pilose pirate
nibblemunching
your forsesty pelf~~

~Dainty adroit hands,
secreting away your cache
of daily treasures.
©David Hart 2006

A reading of Ahimsa by David Hart

A reading of Ahimsa by David Hart
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Reading by David Hart

Eros Tyrannos read by David Hart

Eros Tyrannos read by David Hart
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Eros Tyrannos read by David Hart
She fears him, and will always ask
What fated her to choose him;
She meets in his engaging mask
All reason to refuse him.
But what she meets and what she fears
Are less than are the downward years,
Drawn slowly to the foamless weirs
Of age, were she to lose him.

Between a blurred sagacity
That once had power to sound him,
And Love, that will not let him be
The Judas that she found him,
Her pride assuages her almost
As if it were alone the cost--
He sees that he will not be lost,
And waits, and looks around him.

A sense of ocean and old trees
Envelops and allures him;
Tradition, touching all he sees,
Beguiles and reassures him.
And all her doubts of what he says
Are dimmed by what she knows of days,
Till even Prejudice delays
And fades, and she secures him.

The falling leaf inaugurates
The reign of her confusion;
The pounding wave reverberates
The dirge of her illusion.
And Home, where passion lived and died,
Becomes a place where she can hide,
While all the town and harbor side
Vibrate with her seclusion.

We tell you, tapping on our brows,
The story as it should be,
As if the story of a house
Were told, or ever could be.
We'll have no kindly veil between
Her visions and those we have seen--
As if we guessed what hers have been,
Or what they are or would be.

Meanwhile we do no harm, for they
That with a god have striven,
Not hearing much of what we say,
Take what the god has given.
Though like waves breaking it may be,
Or like a changed familiar tree,
Or like a stairway to the sea,
Where down the blind are driven.

Edwin Arlington Robinson

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