Poetry, Art Works, Piano Compositions by an Oil Painting Artist -- Mr. David Hart -- resides in a small University town in Illinois. Prose as well
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Elizabeth Reads "INVERNALE" Video sent by hartistry
''Guns of Winter'' or "Invernale"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
Squirrel with Wiggly Tail Video sent by hartistry
A Squirrel with a wiggly tail
Gavotte for Piano by David Hart Video sent by hartistry
Short piece composed by David Hart
An Artist Discuss Future Possibilities Video sent by hartistry
Kyla talks about future ideas with her career in art
kyla me montre son caret de croquis Video sent by hartistry
Kyla me montre son carnet de croquis
Sonnet Twelve by Wm Shakespeare Video sent by hartistry
Recitation by Hart
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.
