David Harth 2012-10-28 David Harth 2012-10-28

Confronting the Wind

I opened the door

I should have never opened it

I should have kept the door closed

This is how people lose their limbs

And lose their minds

This is how people lose their belongings

And lose their heart

I walked down the street

The wind was stirring up something

The leaves flew across the dimly lit street

There was a howling in the distance

And a howling close by

It was cold

With a light rain

There was something brewing just off shore

Sure to be brutal

Sure to be a nature’s beast

I walked down the street

And into the park

It was dark

And cold

My mind became an echo

My mind became a prison

My mind constantly tries to overthrow

My heart’s overwhelming lead in decisions

I stood up with clenched fists

Screaming at the ignited clouds

Yelling for someone or something

To release me of the constant pain I’m in

This ache I can no longer take

With no answer, I faced mother

I kneeled down and said by goodbyes

12.10.28.22:53:09@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-10-05 David Harth 2012-10-05

Lover of Lies

It was a battle of he said she said

Things were thrown across the room

Including her bloody rag

Glass broken

At our feet

We were young

Didn’t know any better

Blind to the truth and reality

Immature kids causing scars to our hearts

She loved to tell stories

She would exaggerate

And lie through her teeth

The best lie she ever told

Was that she loved me

12.10.05.21:39:12@323NYC

David Harth 2012-10-05 David Harth 2012-10-05

Didn’t

Didn’t hear your voice calling my name

Didn’t turn around

And didn't get off the exit ramp

I know how much you wanted children

As did I

But sometimes our biology prevents it

We tried

We failed

I know how much you wanted me to be someone who I was not

Richer

Smarter

Taller

Thinner

I know how much it hurt you

But not once

Didn’t hear your voice

And

Didn’t answer your plea

Didn’t hear your voice

And

Didn’t forget it either

Didn’t turn off

And didn’t turn the key

Didn’t hear your voice

And didn't ask for more

12.10.05.21:23:29@323NYC

David Harth 2012-10-02 David Harth 2012-10-02

For The Vanished

The grey skies swallowed up your colorful existence

Disappeared under the blanketing clouds of New York

They tell me that time brings healing distance

My subconsciousness repeats visions of you

Reproducing each evening walk and day light kiss

Wish I had viral encephalitis again from the flu

Affection for you overflowed like scorching lava

That love I had was of the deadliness venom

Placed a tourniquet around my superior vena cava

I’m the faithful poet soldier with the greatest fidelity

Only memories of you are constant

Like a hamster spinning its wheel of eternity

Recollections of you begin to fade

I hope for a life full of amnesia

It was inevitable that my heart was to be betrayed

The echo of your voice now dissolved

No more whispers of unlawful infatuation

Now free from my clenching heart and absolved

You were a humming bird’s song and a tulip’s bloom

Long vanished from my existence

Forever I’m buried in a lover’s tomb

I did not ask for this torture and anguish inside

Perpetual unbearable pain and agony

Makes me want to commit the grandest suicide

12.10.02.16:59@323NYC

David Harth 2012-09-30 David Harth 2012-09-30

Bee Hive

The wall has been broken

Even when you are no longer alive

Those three words never spoken

My heart is busy as a hive

I remember when we would first date

Each evening in bed we would spoon

No one believed that it was our fate

We would challenge the sun and moon

You left my arms so suddenly

Even after I shared the author’s quote

You left us all so abruptly

And died without leaving us a note

These sheets still smell of you

Wrapped gifts I can no longer give

This hive is not yet through

I must go on to live

Our son has the name you always approved

He has the color of your eyes and your charm

I tell him stories about you and he is clearly moved

It’s impossible to take my lock and disarm

Every time I see our son, I see your reflection

It was you who harpooned my heart

My love for you was the greatest infection

I was in it ever since the very start

You can never be replaced

Never forgotten or concealed

This busy bee hive is forever displaced

Without you I am never healed

I’m in agony that you left me alone and awake

Without poison or farewell letter

Only contagion you left me with was ache

I still have your un-given green sweater

My poem must come to an end

At the anniversary of your death

Your coffin and memory must now descend

Inside my bee hive I carry your last breath

12.09.30.03:39:37@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-09-29 David Harth 2012-09-29

Joleen Grussing

She was the Lord’s answer to a pillar of salt

She was salted before me on Jerry’s wall

Socially we don’t know, electronically begun

One day we finally broke bread

Before the African kingdom

With introductions to strangers

And participants of the Lord’s book

I sent an invitation

Once, twice

She asked “How much?”

I couldn’t come up with a good answer

Even in her castle unseen

I wonder if she’ll take me for a ride

On her triumphant

Triumph

To our church

At least once more

With plastic lips

From West to East

She knows every he and she

And now knows me

Electronically, begun

Physically, started

See you again,

See you again

12.09.29.13:27:30@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-09-29 David Harth 2012-09-29

Sarah Gail Hutcherson

In passing through others

I heard her name

And she heard mine

One day

We detected and determined

Something quite similar

Not acted upon

Only shared and discussed

We attempted to arrange

And engineer the similarity

Yet still to this day

Only a dream

Of warm coastal drifters

And north east storm dwellers

By three names she goes by

Like children who show and tell

With hidden secrets

And the push of pull

Of wondering

And the constant wandering

From state to state

In the unconscious state

Of our minds

12.09.29.13:21:02@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-09-29 David Harth 2012-09-29

Rebecca Brice

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

So many years

And more

Her hair was long

We were on the beach

Sand in our toes

We were just kids

With the gulf at our feet

Some friends in-between come and go

But she stayed

And I stayed

Now both above the

Mason-Dixon line

Both searching

For the love not yet discovered

It’s what makes us

Cry like the violins of the philharmonic

Not seen enough

But nestled deep within

And never forgotten

12.09.29.12:12:03@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-09-29 David Harth 2012-09-29

Debralee Elizabeth Marianna Iacobucci

She was climbing a tree and caught my eye

I met her friends and we grabbed a drink

My cap from Berlin wasn’t lost in the cab

She cooked, woke me up out of my blue

Before I had a square on my wrist

She illustrates with uncommon love

And uncommon brush

Alumni of the same

Years apart

She lives across the sound

And admires the same sound

Naked in the booth

With her good man of the north

After each past bad

Brushed under the tiled floor

She was climbing a tree and caught my eye

She ate my apple

And cleansed my (soul)

At the right timing

And still

She climbs trees

12.09.29.10:24:17@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-09-26 David Harth 2012-09-26

These Lands

These lands I walk upon seem flat

I hitch a ride on a satellite and orbit the earth

And I give out my business card with its hidden girth

You’ve trespassed on my heart

My complete circumference you swallowed

Left me howling and hollowed

I called for a press conference

To clear the air waves of false lies

Hid behind the curtain in disguise

You put on such a great act

Ignited my seeds and wings on fire

Yielded to the Southern Hemisphere sire

These lands I walk upon seem flat

With torn sails, a ruptured hull, and broken mast

I build new memories while hiding the past

You’ve impressed me and tore out my tongue

Speechless without reason or taste

My affection for you has been displaced

I listened to your whispering voice

It echoes and emanates from the lost void

Shipwrecked on this jagged coastline and destroyed

You are the most masterly thief I know

Stole every concealed map and unknown route

Left me upon the flat land in dire drought

II.

These lands I walk upon seem flat

In the horizon I see mountains rise up from beneath

Tonight’s dagger stays in its sheath

These lands I walk upon seem flat

I see tremendous elevations reach for the sky

A potential number nine in each cloud passing by

These lands I walk upon seem flat no longer

And these lands are rebuilt with stone and mortar

And in these lands I have left my vestige

For you to find me, oh new lover from forever

12.09.26.01:50:27@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-09-12 David Harth 2012-09-12

A comes before B

I see A, every time I’m searching for B

Every time I look for C or D

Or even E

I keep seeing A

A is always there and in my sight

Perhaps I should erase

Perhaps I should drape a black cloth to hide

Perhaps I should delete from existence

Its hard to make that change

Its hard to ignore

But as you search for any of the other twenty-six

twenty-six

A is always first

A comes before B

12.09.12.10:48:00@550NYC

David Harth 2012-09-09 David Harth 2012-09-09

Suzanne Barse

She slept across from her

That’s how I knew her

I didn’t know much about her

Except that she slept across from her

Months turn into years

Decades past

A rediscovery made

In one of the most nontraditional senses

And there she was

Still only a memory

Of a woman who slept across from her

With new light

Caring about her mother

So active

So warm

She didn’t just sleep

Across from her

Anymore

12.09.29.11:17:29@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-07-25 David Harth 2012-07-25

Another Kind Of Water

Traveling around the world

Launching my ship upon the ocean

With my largest sails unfurled

Searching for the epicenter

Embarking on the greatest journey

Wishing to meet the predecessor inventor

No anchor available for use

Rolls of braided twine in stow

Lover on mast above in a tightly gripped noose

She exclaimed my name

The winds savagely shook thy vessel

In vain she preached and blew out our flame

Disappearing into the ghostly past

Our love was only an ignis fatuus

It was my heart which was harassed

I became the suitor of lies

On these seas of despair truths will unfold

The echoes inside send shattering cries

One voyager now vanished

Shipwrecked on waves of salt

I am in this wasteland forever banished

12.07.25.17:59:00@550NYC

David Harth 2012-07-16 David Harth 2012-07-16

Heide Hatry

She was wearing black on 24th street

She was walking east to west and passed me by

The weather was sunshine with a breeze

She caught my eye

It must have been her German strut

I regretted not approaching

Not speaking

But

I saw her again

When I was having a drink later on with a friend

There she was

And so, I went up to her

Unannounced

I complimented her

And little did I know

That this exquisite beauty

Was cutting up pigs and piglets

And taking them apart

And sewing them back together

Like a German butcher

With a little piggy genocide happening in her basement

It was so sexy hot!

12.07.16.24:19:03@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-07-10 David Harth 2012-07-10

Chrysanthemums & Swords

The doctors told my family I wouldn’t live past the age of sixteen

She told me that she didn’t feel that magic spark

They informed me I didn’t get in

He told me I didn’t get the job

They never phoned back

She said “No”

He ignored

He taught me all about speaking and giving from the heart

She disappeared the morning after

She disappeared months later

I walked away

I ran away

The teacher taught me well

The instructor instructed me well

The lovers have all loved me well

The doctors and surgeons fixed me well

I got lost coming home

And I’ve never made it back

I’ve never been home since that drive

Every day I turn and all I see is another road to another road to another road

So on this 10th day of July, I ask myself

Do I take the road that leads to the sword?

Or do I take the road that leads to the chrysanthemums?

12.07.10.01:10:10@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-07-09 David Harth 2012-07-09

Christina Prospero

Stunning woman in blue

That is how she approached me

In that radiating hue

I won’t forget

Each and every moment

Every time we met

So close and far

Yet bonding souls

We each have hearts that scar

A poem she wrote

And became a Vampire’s victim

I never did bite her throat

She’s a living dreamer

And I can’t help but wonder

Is she a loud screamer?

Defender from pain

Insight to my mind

Love has been slain

Like soldiers we march forth

Because the two of us

Search for our due north

It all started in the garden of delight

Decades more we’ll know each other

For it doesn’t end with which I now write

12.07.09.07:47:36@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-07-08 David Harth 2012-07-08

Jorge Castano

He lit up my journey

And gave me spicy chocolate

He offered me a bite

And invited me to join him after a long flight

He made the hours go by fast

And reminded me of my approaching past

He collected my art

And was at the beginning of the start

He was about 35,000 feet

And he never did mistreat

12.07.08.11:41:59@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-06-05 David Harth 2012-06-05

Unvisited Locations

This space is often vacant

A hollowness which craves to be occupied

In the left atrium there is a huge area

Your wails can be heard in the empty cave

Echoing the dreams of hope

In the right atrium there is a tremendous zone

So vast, the blue oceans of the world cannot fill it completely

The left ventricle continues as an open field

Readily available for a new inhabitant

The right ventricle, a cloudless sky

Aching to encompass each floating cloud nine

Each connecting aorta and connecting pulmonary

Pumping the great warmth that makes me who I am

That trickles to the tips of my fingers

Of the hands that will hold you on any sunny day

And keep you warm on frigid nights

These are the unvisited locations in my heart

They are reserved for you

Come claim them

12.06.05.13:07:09@550NYC

David Harth 2012-04-16 David Harth 2012-04-16

Gulnara Khamatova

She jazzed her way to my couch

With Wham! She certainly is no grouch

From Moscow she jetted across the ocean

Her photography catches the musician’s emotion

While mending my internal scar

She consulted my heart from near and far

Continental leaping beyond yesterday’s tide

In my closet her tall shoes do reside

12.04.16.23:42:39@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-03-05 David Harth 2012-03-05

Lost at Sea

No exit

Or escape route

No out reached hand

Or phone call

No voice to hear

Or friendly eyes

No bird’s song

Or water to drink

No tip toeing children

Or animals to hold

No parachute

Or banking hours

No love had

Or will

The darkest days have arrived

The last sunset given

It is the stars that become dust

In the very land

In which we bury our dead

No way out

Or tunnel light

No shelter given

Or photographs taken

No easy transportation

Or lock and key

No article written

Or west side exhibition

No way to hide

Or loss of weight

No sight gains

Or remaining love

No memory served

Or reason

The darkest days have arrived

The last sunset given

It is the stars that become dust

In the very land

In which we bury our dead

It is at sea

Where we become lost

And it is at the bottom of the sea

Where I am most

12.03.05.01:08:19@130BklynNYC