Early Works - Old Books
Crumpled pages read and read
the authors words in someone’s head.
Knowledge of by-gone days
hidden under dust on the shelf.
Faded pages, dogged corners
what may their secrets hide?
8 October 1980
poem by David Harris
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Early Works - People On The Move
People on the move
a tidal wave of faces
and a carnival of colours
a rumble of voices
a mass of bodies moving
on a seemingly endless trek
going anywhere and no where
people on the move.
14 July 1995
poem by David Harris
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Our Daily Lives
In a logical world,
everything would be OK,
but we do not live in a logical world
and nothing is OK.
We can only live day by day,
by whatever is presented to us
within our daily lives.
3 December 2008
poem by David Harris
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No Crime in Passion
There is no crime in passion,
only if jealousy perceives it be.
Passion means love,
an outpouring of emotions there.
The green-eyed monster
only arises
if an angry confrontation flares.
(18 June 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Merry-Go-Round
Multi-coloured horses,
frozen in flight,
going up and down,
round and round,
day and night.
An organ plays a constant tune,
as young riders smile with joy,
as they ride around,
on this merry-go-round.
poem by David Harris
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Haunt The Horizon
The spectres of those
who once lived long ago
haunt the horizon
and walk until dawn.
We see them briefly
before they melt away
to return again
and reveal their presence
on another day.
22 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Links
Memories are our links
to our jaded past
of days when we were happy
or when tears clouded our eyes.
They are the transport
we all take from time to time
to connect us to a world
we long ago left behind.
poem by David Harris
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Early Works - My Very Special Valentine
For many years,
my tears have kissed the wind
but never anymore
for now, my arms hold a love
that will last for more than time
and it’s this love
I wish to be
my very special valentine.
Date unknown
poem by David Harris
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Early Works - Morning Bird
Across the silver lake of dreams
sails the morning bird
a wanderer of the freeways in the sky
alone above stilled landscapes
it glides on snow coloured wings
a messenger of a newborn day.
8 February 1982
poem by David Harris
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Sad Poem 2 (Little Poem)
I wrote a little poem
I thought was so nice
Filled with love, sugar and spice
Figuring no one would want to read it
I committed a writer’s sin
I screw it up in a little ball
And threw it in the waste paper bin
poem by David Harris
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