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. Published by Poetry.com 2006 under the title "The Blue Sun"
" Ignite Ice " by Hart For the tears of those who cry Ignite ice and take flight O great and resplendent Angel Beautiful nimble and vigilant Angel Ignite ice from heights on high Noble wise and goodly Angel Soar to heaven's delicate heights Carry the flame of might. Now a multitude of unholy frights Will come to holy earthly sites. Ignite ice and soar oh great Ancient noble angel For this and every night Tame the portending tempest of Unholy earthly sights "اÙØ«Ùج ÙشتعÙ" دÙÙ Ùارت ÙÙد٠Ùع
Arianna reads a poem by David Hart
My friend recites a poem I wrote in russian
"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.
This My Dear Earth- by Dave Hart Now, the majestic rivers swell Rise - flood - and absorb all coasts of land This earth long violated spews up stentorian cries Tears of bright dewy lava now jettison up One hundred thousand miles in a dark blue sky A myriad of tiny cheerful stars Hasten to prickle Earths long ravaged crown.
on the street reading of David Hart poem
"Phantasmagoria" by Dave Hart Silently you stare squinting through stained glass panes. Now pulling aside sapphire drapes of flowing somber samite Replete with glowing organdy. Lo, gazing mesmerized, yon quixotic moon-- blithely blowing kisses, wryly winks and coyly smiles. I blush. Yea, a light seesaw of a day 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 my pliant bed-- a weary cheek cradled in thoughts of this day's blithely tread-- a voice and vision from the past-- "night night nighty nite sleep tight". (the conclusion of the poem at http://www.poetrypoem.com/hart)
''This My Dear Earth'' by Dave Hart Now, the majestic rivers swell Rise - flood - and absorb all coasts of land This earth long violated spews up stentorian cries Tears of bright dewy lava now jettison up One hundred thousand miles in a dark blue sky A myriad of tiny cheerful stars Hasten to prickle Earths long ravaged crown.
the full poem at http://www.poetrypoem.com/hart
Alsu helps Dave read the poem he wrote in Russian Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps as yet, still. Do not ask. Oh! recently? Now, all this with her. Perhaps. Do not ask. Please. I shall be all this. I shall be with her. Please. Oh! How long? For the time being, always.
Alsu reads "On Gelid Night"
poem by Hart 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 Lovingly blazing a trail
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