Best Hart Poems

Ek was gevra om ietsie oor Pa te sê
Maar waar begin ek nou
Wanneer daar eintlik net een ding is wat ek nou wil doen
Om steeds my arms om Pa te vou

Maar nou is Pa weg
Na ‘n plek waar Pa tog graag wou wees
Bo by Liewe...

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When night calls moaning winds to come
‘midst chilling currents from the Sound
Hart Island’s hidden souls rest from
life’s heartaches known above the ground. 

Come hear the raven’s haunting cries
as slanting shadows overtake 
to grip forgotten graves that lie
in scattered fields’ neglected state. 

An ancient tarnished bell...

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Under mountains of coal and ash 
two, cold, porcelain figurines withstand
the years, as they grind away slowly
their lines and composition turning 
to dust.

I was the culprit, tearing down the
house you built, now a stranger to the
pillars of your sunlight laughter 
Embarrassed I bow with only...

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"The Parnassian Hand" - A Poem by David Hart
Five fingers hover over black print
Apposed on a white sheet.

Tan flesh, short cropped nails and
Overlapping cuticles--an old hand--
A buxom hand--a hand delighted to treat.

Words, numerously luxuriate on holey
Crimpled sheets.

Words astonishing and boon
Words effulgent and true

To arrange? ...

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There is a thombstone in Ohio, with the inscription:
’’Harold Hart Crane:  Lost at sea.“
His words, soaked with tears blossom
Beneath the waves, in lonely, starving hearts
While he sleeps the sleep of the sea
Without his dark passion,
Free at last 
Calm at last...

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She missed out on music lessons as a child.
Her parents taught her piano, which was so mild.
For years, she worked poorly and was lackluster.
And quit piano as a preteen as she couldn't muster.

She preferred Brian May over Freddie Mercury.
Elton John fan, she felt the piano...

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My Head has rivers of thoughts through out the day and most of them will flow on 
down my river of thoughts with no impact what so ever sometimes one gets stuck in 
a yeti and it starts to bite my mine yet the bite...

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XVI

A vile and thirsty hart sought waters cool
Who thought it found a perfect, blessed spot
Not knowing that it was a private pool
And may not drink to quench what it cannot

We wonder what this tale is all about
Offending brother, hopelessly deprived
Of cleansing water he can’t live...

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Pearl Hart was Canadian Born,
And she put her poor parents to test.
She met and fell for a ne'er-do-well gambler,
Who eventually took her out west.

Inspired and enamored by the strong women there,
And the heroes and Wild West legends,
She mustered the courage to leave her man,
Took a...

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I’m sitting with cards of all colors in my hand and I’ve got the table dancing to my fingers.

Why do I feel so alone if I’m winning?

Your face tells a sad story and I know you are happy with the cards you have, you just...

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I'll hold your heart, as if it were glass,
Wipe away your tears, before they crash.
I'll hold you close, be your knight.
Make you forget your bad dreams, and chase away the frights.
Smile for me, love, hold your head high,
Keep thoughts of dying out of your mind.
You're...

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Her pink okra fingers play violoncello,
Rises from her harmonic throat songs so mellow;
Is she a swallow? A skylark? A Nightingale?
Or the Greek goddess Calliope's sweet-sounding tale...?

An amalgamation of Bach and Beethoven,
Splays open, in and through her, like a vast ocean;
Piano, cello, bass guitar, and percussion,
Her...

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We have gone to the Kruger Park, and are now back,
All roads there are paved,
But for adventure, you can drive along very doable
Sand roads, the crocodile river runs parallel to
These sand roads and if you are lucky you can spot 
Hippos Or Crocs, which we...

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I was in love with him,
Without any particular reason or logic behind,
Just pure love. I blame the chemistry and the pheromones. 
I don’t know what he felt about me, and I didn’t care about that.
I just loved him. Full stop.

He loved to play mind games...

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ONLY YESTERDAY

Looking ahead through
A dirty pane of glass,
I remember yesterday,
The old man on the bench,
A drenched French
Loaf of bread, forgotten
Beside an empty 
Bottle of wine,
Half asleep in the cold
His hair whipping
Beating his face
The rain harsh, 
Dripping from his
Bent head,
One shoe was gone
His naked foot
Swollen and...

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