R. K. Hart Poems

Children are the gentle breezes for which parents plea.
They come they play around us then they flee.
We would hold them to our breast,
Protecting against all of life's dreadful tests.
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Lovers float gently past Lilly pads flowering,
Swans pass in pairs long necks caressing.
Stealing behind her parasol for a kiss are sweet hearts,
A couple share a basket of small sandwiches and sweet tarts.
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Why do you only see me when I cry,
And not when my eyes are dry.
Only when my happy heart is broken,
And not when happiness has spoken.
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He can open the petal of the dark red rose.
And bring it's sweet scent to my nose.
He can teach a spider to spin its intricate web.
And grow a glorious flower in its dark soiled bed.
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I spoke to the stream about the soft blue of your eyes,
After many a try to copy she failed and cried.
I told the harvest about the colour of your golden hair,
It tried to mimic a beauty beyond compare.
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There is a most wonderful girl who is my sum.
I will tell you now you call Mum.
She has the beauty of the queen of the Nile.
I could not live without the glimpse of her smile.
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The moon has lost it’s comforting embrace,
On the earths’ gentle face.
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Imagine wearing one or more of heavens crowns,
Makes one think in quizzical frowns.
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A man stands his fist is clenched,
From it, nought will be wrenched.
He refuses to allow a graceful God to resolve,
His hurts and problems are his to solve.
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I love to walk by the willows along the valley road,
Just before sparkling stars fade and night turns to dawn.
When nocturnal creatures return to their homes,
Lazy mist lifts from the stream and birds greet the morn.
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