Journey’s End
With every journey that we take,
we have to take the smooth
with the bends.
If we don’t
we may never reach
it to our journey’s end.
8 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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Colours For Summer
Nurturing life’s sunshine
sprinkling of rain
spring breathes life
into greenery abound
new generations birth
colours for summer.
12 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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At The End Of Another Day
The clouds were in line,
like stepping-stones from the horizon,
painted pink and grey
from the setting sun
at the end of another day.
19 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Irresistible Force and Immovable Object
Love is the irresistible force,
and humans the immoveable object.
When they both meet,
that’s when the sparks
really begin to fly.
(16 October 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Little Man (Fun Poem 8)
There is a little man who stands on a shelf
He stares all day at a creeping vine
One day he will come alive
Climb down the vine
And runaway
With the sunshine
poem by David Harris
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Early Works - Thoughts Of Love
Through the centuries
and years scores, more
scholars and poets
have attained the praise
in line, lyric and verse
of the thoughts of love.
19 July 1995
poem by David Harris
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Little Treasures 2
Sometimes we sow little treasures
but they fall on stony ground
and there they fail to grow.
While others are sown with impunity
and grow and grow and grow.
poem by David Harris
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Question Of Happiness
Money owned by rich men
Buys temples to store their gold
Though these temples money they defend
Do they within their wall, happiness hold
(date written unknown)
poem by David Harris
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A Winter Visit
Out of the darkness they drifted down
like white feathers from a pillow fight.
Silent flakes in the night
to land and make everything white.
17 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Bridges
We burn bridges
everyday of our lives
so we can leave
some part of it behind.
Then we go on
and build more bridges
to forge our life ahead.
23 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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