Biography of David Harris
I was born in England, but raised in Canada until I was fourteen. I came back to England where I now reside.
I started writing seriously at eighteen, firstly with songs, then drifted into writing poetry, short stories and finally novels. About six or seven year ago I gave up writing all together. It has only since joining PH in January 2007 that I started writing again thanks for the encouragement I received from a lot friends up here.
In 2006 I was awarded an Outstanding Achievement Award from the International Society Of Poets for my poem Faded Love Letters. The first award I have ever received for any of my writing. The poem has now been include in several anthologies including one on CD. I awarded the same award for a second year in 2007
I am at the moment waiting on tender hooks hoping that my Literary Agent can sell my latest novel for me.
I also belong to a western re-enactment group, hence my nickname Dodgy Dave the Vicar. You will find some of the crazy things I get up to under Dodgy Dave Tales by JoJo Bean, my official PH biographer and good friend.
Recently I began a collaborating with JoJo Bean and Meggie Gultiano under the title of JoJo Bean, Dodgy Dave and Meggie Gultiano. Although each of us are friends and live thousands of miles away from one another we have managed to transcend the miles to work in perfect harmony with one another.
David Harris's Works:
Just Beyond The Sunset and other poems
published by lulu.com Available now from Barnes & Noble, Amazon and other bookshops.
Pussy Footin' (A volume of childrens short stories)
published by lulu.com and available in Internet shops.
- Visions Of Our Paradise -new-
- Land Lubber (Fun Poem 173) -new-
- On The Edge Of Night And Day -new-
- Cockle Doodle Do (Fun Poem 172) -new-
- Small Speck I Am -new-
- In Our Wonderful World -new-
- A Far Country
- A Pot Of Gold
- Dear Little Friend
- Dust Of Sorrow
- Honkers (Fun Poem 172)
- Our Fragrant Roses (Written With Cathy H...
- Plundered (A Dark Poem)
- Morning Silence
David Harris Poems
Just Beyond The Sunset
Just beyond the sunset Someone waits for me Just beyond the sunset Lies my destiny
If we can not respect another How can we expect them to respect us If we can not respect someone’s beliefs How can we expect them to respect ours
A Star Fell From Heaven
A birthday poem for my wife A star fell from heaven Into my arms last night
All Roads Lead Back To You
Some roads are rough and rocky Some very narrow to get through But whatever road I travel It always leads back to you
A Little Hug
On days when the world seems to be getting on top of you, stop and look around, give someone a little hug
Anything Romantic To Say
I sat down to write a romantic poem confessing I love you. However, I guess I’m not
A Face With No Future
I look in the mirror, and what do I see? A face with no future, stares out at me.
A Little Squirrel (Fun Poem)
All summer long he collected his nuts Burying them here and there When it came to dig them up He couldn’t remember where
Chasing rainbows That should have followed the rain Chasing old loves ‘cause no new loves came
Back Roads Of My Mind
Your memories fill each waking hour You face fills each and every thought Of the times we had together That surface from the back roads of my mind
Faded Love Letters
An old shoe box under the bed, filled with mementoes of years gone by. Faded love letters stained with tears, I used to cry.
If I Ruled The World
If I ruled the world, many changes I would make. It would be required that happiness shone
I Loved You And Goodbye
Too many times, we leave things until later Sometimes later never comes and the moments are lost We never get the chance to say the most important things That is to say, I loved you and goodbye
You Fill My Soul With Sunshine
You fill my soul with sunshine my heart with tender care. You fill my world with happiness knowing that you are always there
Your fingertips seem just out of reach,
like the lifeline to a drowning man.
Tears haze my eyes,
like the morning mist.
You are going,
but why, I don’t understand..
There has been no words between us,
no anger, no cries of rage.
Your suitcase is by the door,