Dad Pets a Horse
written in Iraqi 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. اغÙÙØ© Ø§ÙØ³Ùا٠ÙÙ Ø§ÙØµØ¨Ø§Ø ÙØ¨Ø¹Ø¯ Ø§ÙØ¸Ùر ÙØ§ÙÙÙÙ Ø ÙØ§ ØªÙØªÙ. ÙØ§ ØªÙØªÙ. بسرعة اÙÙ Ø§ÙØ³Ùا٠. Ø§ÙØ§ ج٠ÙÙØ© Ø±ÙØ§Ø Ø§ÙØ³ÙØ§Ù Ø£ÙØ§ Ø±ÙØ Ø§ÙØ¬Ù ÙÙ Ø§ÙØ³Ùا٠. Ø³ÙØ§Ù ÙØ±Ø¶Ù اÙÙÙ. Ø³ÙØ§Ù ÙØ±Ø¶Ù اÙÙÙ. Ù Ù Ø§ÙØµØ¨Ø§Ø ØØªÙ اÙÙÙÙ ÙØ¬Ù ÙÙØ© Ø§ÙØ³ÙاÙ
up close flowers
Piano work by David Hart
взрослого ,искусства, adultos arte ,ενηλίκων τέχνης ,الفن الكبار, 成人艺术 大人のアート
art on display at the Women's Resource Center, Eastern Illinois University, Charleston, Illinois USA
the full poem at http://www.poetrypoem.com/hart
Hello to a dog
horse petting
My friend recites a poem I wrote in russian
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.
Dog is 49 in dog years
المصري يقول ديفيد هارت فإن قدر مقلوب
Piano compositions by David Hart circa 1998 Former Student of the Conservatoire Rachmaninoff in Paris, France
Chalice of Nazareth
''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.
"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)
мечта Дэвид Харт
by American Aritist David Hart
My nose
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