Another Day Has Descended Upon Us
My journey was long
From earth’s end
Through raging fires and horrid winds
Through endless seas and darkened skies
But I came forth
Out from the capturing forests
Out from the suicidal cliffs
Out from the swallowing deserts
I came forth
Because I heard your call
Your voice of reason
Your soft whisper
Your echoed song
Time is beginning to stand still
World’s rotation is coming to a stop
Everything is shifting, twisting and turning
But now that you are here
Everything makes sense
Everything matches
Everything is synching
This day is here
And this day shall not be forgotten
© 2010 David Greg Harth
10.07.27.15:24:00@550MadisonAveNYC
Ambassador of Brothers
Joining two across
an ocean’s expanse
Bringing together lost
brothers of Germany
Folded hands
reflecting true
Bushy eyebrows
defending loving eyes
Silver mop
upon creative helmet
Torn apart
needing to die
Terrible ways
no more reasons
Feeding hope
tasting awful
Can’t hear and can’t see
Can’t walk and can’t bleed
Never minding
always wishing
Large noses smelling
medication ticking
Lasting love of wife
counting years gone
Taught to see
see the seam’s joining line
I am the ambassador
I come before thee
Bring messages of hope
And brotherly love
Farewells and greetings
Till death do us part
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.30.02:00:00@FLT#SA203AtlanticOcean
Autumn Wind
There is nothing
better
in life
than an
Autumn wind
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.02.13.03:00:00@130BklynNYC
Aley Steak
Dozens of cows lined the street
One by one they are selected for slaughter
Sitting down at the dining table
I have my knife
I have my fork
I cut - I eat your steak.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.05.09:38:00@A8BERLIN10117
At The Albrechtshof
Move in over river Spree
Spread like smooth butter
Memories of paintings glow
Upon steps of heritage
I take you hand in hand
A waltz on a train
I don’t even know your name
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.05.09:35:00@A8BERLIN10117
Accomplished Assassin
01. Sherry Long
Seattle, Washington, United States of America
1997
02. Juliette Haydon
London, United Kingdom
1998
03. Neal Youngstown
Hamilton, Bermuda
1998
04. Kelly Connell
Dublin, Ireland
1999
05. Paula Reel
New York, New York, United States of America
2000
06. Ryan McDough
London, United Kingdom
2004
07. Kaii Anderegg
Basel, Switzerland
2004
08. Yuuka Kasagi
Tokyo, Japan
2006
09. Jessica Height-George
New York, New York, United States of America
2007
10. Rebecca Greenfields
New York, New York, United States of America
2008
© 2008 David Greg Harth
07.09.18.18:25:00@296NYC
08.05.25.19:16:15@296NYC
Approaching The End
When everything caves
When everything is lost
When you feel like you have nothing
When you walk that edge
When you contemplate that line
When you are about to cross
When you are ready to hang everything up
When you are going to give up
Remember you have me,
And I’m here for you; forever
I’ll do anything for you
Because I love you
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.02.05.09:44:59@599BwayNYC
Aunt Jemima Was My Midnight Nurse
Sweet bananas
Served for a King
No apple juice at night
Glass punched windows
A Masturbator’s paradise
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.11.03.20:43:00@LIRRJamaicaNY
Apologies
These are my apologies,
To the men, women, and children I’ve hurt.
Please gather around closer,
And listen to my apology.
Deep within.
I have a brave heart
But my love for you is overbearing.
This is something I cannot continue with.
I instruct you to not bury my body.
Please donate it to medical studies.
Let students learn and discover.
I have two hearts.
Torn.
They no longer beat in synch.
No longer display rhythm.
This is my last poem.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.09.06.15:54:39@599BwayNYC
American Nation
Time for a forward movement,
Create a constant revolution.
End the second’s reign,
And innocent’s persecution!
I cut off my tongue,
If that’s what it takes.
It’s worth one more life,
Corruption like snakes!
I repeat my bedtime chant,
Numb teeth forgotten.
Parks sat in front,
Seale ain’t pickin’ cotton.
Bomb ticking before nine,
Give him peaches without blow.
Let him meet Dr. Joseph-Ignace’s fist,
United we will grow!
I chant, I pray,
Let Tatanka Iyotake come back.
Get my people,
I pledge it’s time for an attack!
Gather your battle arms,
Sound your fury.
Bring down the regime,
The citizens are the jury!
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.07.26.16:15:39@599BwayNYC
Autumn Is Gone
Stop feeding me
This sugar solution
Stop at the 12th floor window
My hands are on the door
But you don’t let me freshen up
I watch you pull the sheets over your body
I see you do the Thorazine shuffle
But you —
you are still silent
Because if you were to speak
A loud roar
And you’d wake up from your wet dream
Thinking it was Autumn
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.06.25.17:47:06@599BwayNYC
Another Woman, Another Man
There will be a day
When you love another man
There will be a day
When I love another woman
There will be a day
When you have sex with another man
There will be a day
When I have sex with another woman
There will be a day for kisses
There will be a day for embraces
Those will be the days
Of new
That day was yesterday.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.12.14.10:43:00@205HudsonNYC
Argue With The Donkey!
Don’t make excuses
Don’t tell lies
Just argue with the donkey!
Don’t put up
Don’t put out
Just argue with the donkey!
You may walk away
You may even compare
But,
You’ll have to argue with the donkey!
You may come back for more
You may even bleed or plead
But
You’ll have to argue with the donkey!
No arguing with me
Take it up with management
Just argue with the donkey!
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.11.06.16:36:12@205HudsonNYC
Anything
This poem was about to have no title.
As I write this, I don’t know what I’ll write.
I contemplate its format. Do I use proper punctuation?
I usually don’t. But perhaps today is different.
After all, anything can happen.
Just like -
Earlier today,
I stepped in a pile of shit.
You know what they say?
Later on,
A pigeon shit on my shoulder
It doesn’t matter what I say in this poem.
Or any poem. Because there is always a bottom line.
A usual theme.
You know what it is.
He knows, she knows, you all know.
That I love her.
But, according to recent realizations by a select few,
it has been determined that I, the author of this poem,
or is it a poem?, hasn’t met her yet.
But that doesn’t matter. Because I wrote this.
Anything can happen.
And it doesn’t matter.
Because no matter what anything is happening,
I still love you.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.18.14:13:44@205HudsonNYC
Ability
I have lost my ability
To reason & think
I cannot calculate my calculations
I have lost my ability
To cook & clean
I cannot even tie my shoe laces
I have lost my ability
To brush my teeth & comb my hair
I cannot even rinse with mouth wash
Because
I admit
I am consumed
With thoughts of you
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.09.01.08:30:00@296NYC
August Wind
I walk the streets
The warm breeze runs through my hair
Like your fingers
The lights are dim on the skyscrapers
People walk in chaotic serpentine paths
Avoiding pockets of heat
Water drips from the sky
As air conditioners empty out
Upon the sidewalk below
Circling towards my home
Contemplating, reflecting, thinking.
A smile widens my horizon
Her blue eyes are on my mind
The soft skin I yearn for
It’s the August Wind that brings her to me.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.02.11:49:44@205HudsonNYC
America (Version #2)
Eat Fresh
Have It Your Way
We’re Always Cooking
Do What Tastes Right
Think Outside The Bun
I’m Lovin’ It
What You Crave
America’s Drive-In
America’s Best Dressed Sandwich
Chicken Capital USA
Chicken On The Grill
Now That Your Tastes Have Grown Up!
Real Food. Real Choices.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.21.02:01:05@296NYC
Agnes, From Poland
She was an angel from heaven.
God sent her down to this earth.
She made beautiful paintings.
Blind from birth with amazing green eyes.
Eyes I could stare into and get lost in.
Forever in Poland she stayed.
Forever in my heart she became.
Agnes, I’ll miss you.
Your green eyes adore you.
Let my blue eyes see you once more.
Let me love you from now on.
Agnes, I’ll miss you.
I’ve blinked so many times.
But you have not left.
The porcelain is clean.
The canvas is stretched.
The paint is applied.
Your green eyes can no longer hide.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.12.21.02:06:57@296NYC