R. K. Hart Poems

When the last sparkle has left the final star,
When the last rock has turned to sand,
I will still have a vision of you and I,
As we walk hand in hand.
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She dressed and made herself up,
She had drunk her tea from a favorite cup.
It was a gentle Victorian day a day of ease.
A gentle breeze blew through winter trees.
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When the world throws at me it's wretched darts,
And the world tears at the soft under belly of my heart.
And all communication seems rendered from above,
I'm reminded of the saying, Cradled in his love.
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Life can be likened to the following picture I'll draw,
A lake has its water both dark and light.
Life can be deep, knee deep; it can be chaotic or mellow,
It can seem as though in pout, and spite.
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I stand out on the red ochre plain,
Well removed from city suburban train.
I stand where few pale humans appear,
Where water imperative as the sun does sear.
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When illness ravages the body,
And skin glistens so damply.
When blotchy is his countenance,
Pity is the result of his semblance.
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When this world tends to treat me terse,
There are precious promises I rehearse.
This world can be ugly at times,
Over years I've realized this world is not mine.
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An very old bridge stood dominate,
Over rushing river prominent.
No doubt by now had seen better days,
Many years covered in summers haze.
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Come walk with me my sweet bride,
If need be along life's tempest side.
Through howling storms and fury's edge,
Against it's might I would be your strong hedge.
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I wandered though a deep dark moonlight night
My aim to seek and find a wondrous sight.
High and low I searched to find,
Was it high, low, or just behind.
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