David Harris Poems

Whatever place you hang your hat
you call that your home.
Whatever town you live in
you call that your hometown.
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They swagger through the wastelands
of their own myth
believing the fantasy
they have built around themselves
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As I collected, the children
from school yesterday
knowing you were far away
I wondered what I’d do
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Many colours
colour my world.
Blue,
when I’m feeling sad.
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Now an optical illusion
is when your eyes
play tricks on you.
It shows you things
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Each heart has a home
where it finds safety there
with someone’s tender loving care.
Someone who will
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I enjoy chewing gum
it takes my mind off cigarettes,
but because I have false teeth.
(I lost the real ones years ago)
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I look at the world
through rose coloured glasses.
I see no evil
only good everywhere.
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In every life occasionally
a window opens before us,
a window of opportunity.
It may not be a window to money,
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They swarmed the skies like angry hornets,
the war birds in the air above.
There were so many,
at times they blocked out the sun.
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