David Harris Poems

Across the skies at night,
streaks the wishing stars
as the heavens open up
revealing their vast glory
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When you’re up every morning
for work at the crack of dawn,
you think at the weekends
you can just lay back and yawn.
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I have a roly-poly lover
and her name is Two Ton Tess.
When she hugs me,
she squeezes me half to death.
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The clock on the wall
ticks our time away.
Second by second,
minute by minute
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Lament is a hollow song
we sing to ourselves
about misgivings in our past.
A song of our wayward life
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Looking through a kaleidoscope,
I see your image always there.
The dream that eluded me
ever since we were young.
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I sit here in myriad thoughts
dancing around my head
too fed up to put them to bed.
Thoughts of the past,
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The swirl of emptiness threatens me
with its cobweb opponents as they gather
near the tentacles of darkness
crouching in the corners of my mind.
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Why are memories lost in the tempest of time,
cannot be resurrected to remember moments
from our childhood far away?
At the times when our hearts desire them,
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Our voices are sometimes muted
on seeing things that are not there.
Witnessing events relived from the past
by people no longer here,
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