My Canadian Chronicles 15
Sitting on the deck in the morning
enjoying the sun and blue skies
as the birds flit about my friend’s garden.
Relaxing chatting
under a Calgary sun
who could ask for more,
not me.
11 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Ship Of True Love
Everyone wants to sail
the ship of true love
across the sea of paradise
to find love never ending
like love should always be
on the island of happiness
where loving hearts are free.
20 April 2010
poem by David Harris
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Solitaire 2
Solitaire is a game people play
to fill the empty hours
and nudge loneliness gently away.
They sit and deal the cards,
playing game after game
hoping to blank the mind
from any emotions they feel.
poem by David Harris
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Tempted
I walk down the street
A pretty woman passes
I stop, turn and stare.
Her bottom wiggles
Oooh, I’m tempted
Then my conscience kicks in
To remind me that
I have a wife, three kids and a cat
30 Jan 2007
poem by David Harris
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A Sunset Glow
As the clouds of night dissipate
in the morning sky,
they sometimes leave
a sunset glow on the horizon
as a warning of storms ahead
and we should be ever watchful
of the day ahead.
4 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Our Memory Closes The Door
At times,
time seems to take away
the things we love the most,
then our memory closes the door
so they will never die,
so that they always remain close to us
through our passing years.
17 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Love’s Flower
Love’s flower flourishes
scenting the morning air
as the sun rises to kiss
each dew-laden petal.
We are like love’s flower
my love and I
as we kiss under
the moon’s watchful eye.
17 July 2010
poem by David Harris
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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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