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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© اÙسÙا٠Ù٠اÙØµØ¨Ø§Ø Ùبعد اÙظÙر ÙاÙÙÙÙ Ø Ùا تÙتÙ. Ùا تÙتÙ. بسرعة اÙ٠اÙسÙا٠. اÙا ج٠ÙÙØ© رÙØ§Ø Ø§ÙسÙا٠أÙا رÙØ Ø§Ùج٠Ù٠اÙسÙا٠. سÙا٠Ùرض٠اÙÙÙ. سÙا٠Ùرض٠اÙÙÙ. ٠٠اÙØµØ¨Ø§Ø Øت٠اÙÙÙÙ Ùج٠ÙÙØ© اÙسÙاÙ
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poetry reading
"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.
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"
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.
"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.
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