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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The Magic Is
Every bow must have a string
to let its arrow fly.
Everyone must have a heart,
if love is to flow.
They say for every somebody,
there is a someone.
The magic is to find,
that special someone just for you.
poem by David Harris
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The Pendulum Of Life
The pendulum of life
swings both ways
as we travel on our merry way.
It’s only if it stops
we’ve got something to worry about.
So long as it keeps swinging,
we can go on our merry way.
9 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Canopy
We all live under a canopy
of hope, hate, love and lies.
The canopy gets bigger
every day within our lives.
We walk through the world
each day brings new things
that come under our canopy.
5 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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