A Circle Ever Growing
One friend leads us to another
and as the years go by
as one friend fades,
another friend is made,
the circle is ever growing
until the day we die
and our friends make another
when we are gone
to keep the circle ever growing.
poem by David Harris
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A Life Without Love
A life without love
how sad that would be.
To never know the joys
of having someone to love,
leading to a lonely life
until the end of your days.
A tragedy only one person can repair,
and that person is you.
16 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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In Perfect Harmony
My right shoe is white
and my left shoe is black
but they walk together
in perfect harmony.
If only life could reflect
my pair of shoes,
what a better place
this would be
with all of us
moving together
in perfect harmony.
poem by David Harris
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Raindrops And Teardrops
Raindrops pitter-patter
against the windowpane,
teardrops run down my cheeks
whenever I am in pain.
The rain may hold a rhythm
when against my window falls;
tears on my cheeks
hold only sadness when they call.
28 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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Down At The Hacienda (Fun Poem 18)
Down at the Hacienda,
where the bullets,
were flying around.
A man lies shot on the ground.
My love was the one,
who shot him.
She was trying to shoot me.
Her aim was so bad;
she shot him,
while he was hiding behind a tree!
poem by David Harris
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Savour The Moment
Each day we do things,
in our unconscious they store,
packed in our memories,
to remain there evermore.
Some maybe funny things,
some may be sad.
Never mind what they are,
we should savour the moment,
when they come to call.
poem by David Harris
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Our Last Goodbye
Real friends are few,
and their friendship last a lifetime,
through the good times
and the bad times.
It never dies even after death;
it lives on through our memories,
which can never die,
even after we say our last goodbyes.
poem by David Harris
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A Wind Of Change
There is a wind of change
blowing in the air.
That might change
the tide of war,
enemies might become friends
and weapons of destruction
might rust where they fall.
The wind of change
is certain to affect us all.
16 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Collaboration
For JoAnn and Meggie
My two collaborating special friends
When you write in collaboration
all authors must have faith
in what the other writes,
for without it,
anything you write
starts showing at the seams.
17 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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A Little Bird Called Hope
On a sky west and crooked
flew a little bird called hope.
It flew with a message to tell everyone
that where there is hope,
love and charity are very soon to follow.
That where there is peace,
the winds of war will soon disperse.
poem by David Harris
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