O My Hart!
O my hart and O my hart!
My hart it is so sore,
Sens I must nedys from my love depart
And know no cunse wherefore.
poem by Henry VIII King of England
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I'd come from the bottom of the barrel. Just Owen Hart getting out of the shadow of Bret Hart's little brother. Everyone figured, this is a joke, Owen's going to get squashed.
Ode to a Sandpiper
'Ode to a Sandpiper' by Dave Hart
Cognoscente of ocean
sand and waves
Peck-nibbling
your days
away
Spindly legs
ever in
prestissimo gait
Strafe the sand
in staccacto flecks
quaff an undulating
tide -
a delectable
salt water tope.
©David Hart 2006
poem by David Hart
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When I came into the WWF, the first thing I really didn't want to have was being Bret Hart's little brother.
You left without a goodbye
You left a life time ago.
You never said goodbye.
The angels took you home.
To rest in a beautiful place.
You never said good bye
Hart breaking as it is.
Your last words I did hear.
Was I love you.
Hart breaking it was.
Remember the red roses.
You loved them so.
Death is a permant thing
Death is forever
Goodbye could be the end
If you want it to be.
Let them live on in your hart
in spirit and another world.
Then they never reall left you.
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Not only was it that I surprised people by beating Bret Hart, but it was a great match. They still rate it as one of the best wrestling matches of all time.
This is one Hart that you will not leave in San Francisco.
My ranch William S. Hart Park is for the benefit of the American Public of every race and creed.
quote by William S. Hart
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Depth of Feeling
In my hart there is a place,
empty and dark and full of flame,
tortured and beaten down by thoughts,
memories of you are in my head,
my soul cries out and is full of dread,
will you return and give me life,
or will my hart shrivel up and die,
only you can bring me out,
show me the love that we once had.
poem by Tony Riyat
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I'll Never Stop
Ooh yeah
I'll...
I'll...
I'll never stop
I don't know
Will you believe me
After all that's said and done
All the lies
How I regret them baby now
I'm the loser
And you're shining like the sun
Tell me why can't I still be the one
Alright
Chorus:
I'll never stop untill you'll mind
I can wait forever till the end of time
Cause my hart is in your hands
Don't you understand
I'll never stop
I'll never stop
How could I ever
When my hart is in your hands
And I know
Baby there is no turning back
I'll
Say that I'm crazy
And I kind of understand
How I wish for this nightmare...to end
Oh yeah
Chorus:
I'll never stop untill you'll mind
I can wait forever till the end of time
Cause my hart is in your hands
Don't you understand
I'll never stop
yeaa
I'll never stop
ooh ooh ooh ooohohoh
Do you believe me
When your hart is in my hand
Don't you understand
I'll never stop (I'll never stop)
Till the end of time (I can wait forever)
My heart is in your hand (My hart is in your hand)
I'll never stop
Until your mine
I'll wait forever till the end of time
Cause my hart is in your hand
Don't you understand
I'll never stop
song performed by by N Sync
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Sonnet XLIII
SHall I then silent be or shall I speake?
And if I speake, her wrath renew I shall:
and if I silent be, my hart will breake,
or choked be with ouerflowing gall.
What tyranny is this both my hart to thrall,
and eke my toung with proud restraint to tie?
that nether I may speake nor thinke at all,
but like a stupid stock in silence die.
Yet I my hart with silence secretly
will teach to speak, and my iust cause to plead:
and eke mine eies with meeke humility,
loue learned letters to her eyes to read.
Which her deep wit, that true harts thought can spel,
wil soone conceiue, and learne to construe well.
poem by Edmund Spenser
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But even after the first week, when Hart got out of the presidential race because of the Washington Post's threat to reveal a long-term relationship Hart had apparently been having with a prominent Washington woman, the media continued to embellish my past.
quote by Donna Rice
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Crying in the Rain
I like to walk in the rain.
For there I can cry.
Its not looked upon as weak.
In the rain I can cry
For within my hart it rains all the time.
Things never go right.
Always go wrong
Turn out for the worst.
In my hart I cry so noone sees
In the rain it dont matter noone can see.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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She wants you to no
The warning signs are not there.
Your duaghter is about to kill herself.
She's about to take her life.
She's sorry but she can't take no more.
She hates her life.
And all the pain that has come with it.
She wants you to know.
That she's sorry.
And that she loves you.
She went with a sagging hart.
And she's sad she left you behind.
But her passing was for the best.
Grief to you she didnt want to bring.
She loved you far to much.
She wished she could have stayed.
In the end her demons had one.
She's one thing to say to you.
Here is her last message to you.
I am so sorry mum.
But I've what was for the best.
I love you and I am truly deeply sorry.
I hope one day,
you'll be able to find it within your hart to forgive me.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Sonnet L
LOng languishing in double malady,
of my harts wound and of my bodies greife:
there came to me a leach that would apply
fit medicines for my bodies best reliefe.
Vayne man (quod I) that hast but little priefe:
in deep discouery of the mynds disease,
is not the hart of all the body chiefe?
and rules the members as it selfe doth please.
Then with some cordialls seeke first to appease,
the inward languour of my wounded hart,
and then my body shall haue shortly ease:
but such sweet cordialls passe Physitions art.
Then my lyfes Leach doe you your skill reueale,
and with one salue both hart and body heale.
poem by Edmund Spenser
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It's weird. Prior to having my first record, Corey Hart was just my name.
quote by Corey Hart
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From God to God
'From God to God' by David Hart
graves upon mournful graves
O, most heavy heart
Fie, release me from this.
from God to God
from God again to God
I fear. I anger.
minutes, hours, days,
weeks, months and years
from God now return to God.
clouds, dust, rain and sun
from God to God
from God, and again back
to God this day.
poem by David Hart
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With love
To the one I miss so much.
Grandad my best friend
Your life was a love.
Your smile always shining.
With your brighr sparkly blue eyes.
How I miss you so.
You were full of love.
You were good and true.
But god called you home.
How I miss you no one will no.
You were kind and loving.
And simply just the best.
Now your gone
My hart is in 2
But your never far away.
For in my hart you will stay.
Loved more each day
Remembered with affection
Missed with sadness.
Loved always
You were the best.
God always picks the best
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Wonders
As I sat with the rain beating agaist the windows.
My whole life and future seems so bleak.
The tears fall down my face in streaks.
And my hart leaks.
I sit and wonder where has my lfe gone?
Why am I like this?
When dark errupts my mind.
And the sun doesent shine.
I fell coldness and no warth.
I wish there was no sufffering.
And I wish there was no pain.
But otheres always seem to gain.
I sit here hart breaking.
Wondering what to do?
I miss the old me.
I hate the new me.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Hart
The hart pants after streams of water,
But your self sacrifice is here to stay;
And like your dearest one in the land of your muse.
Mrs. Mary Louis,
The hart pants after streans of water;
But you are now attacked by your lover,
Because you failed to tell him the truth!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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But Half A Man
When illness ravages the body,
And skin glistens so damply.
When blotchy is his countenance,
Pity is the result of his semblance.
As his body determines to be out of control,
And normality is nothing more than a pinhole.
These are times before drugs kick in,
Pain barely surmountable causes chagrin.
This moment I see unquestioning love,
His comfort attains restful harmonic octave.
Undeserving you spend your self,
Generosity and grace your abounding wealth.
He can but a scintilla repay what is owed,
You insist on showing love that only to be followed.
Love that makes half a man a king,
With a heart that like 1000 choirs sing.
So his queen of hearts,
Your half man will gradually depart.
As the half man has lesser control,
He loved but grew to love you more than whole.
R. K. Hart 8/11/2012