David Harris Poems

Until we meet, again
I’ll only be
a heartbeat away.
No matter where we travel,
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Friends are those who never
run away when times start getting tough.
They remain constantly at your side,
holding your hand
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Dear God as I look out my window
after the hard morning rain
at the sunshine beginning to peek
through a sky of blue.
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As the news, spread about the burning bush
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Why is it when we go to a hospital
as a patient or a visitor
we always feel worse than we really are?
Hospitals and Dentists
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With fingers running through my hair
you, arouse the passion fire
from deep within.
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I held a star last night
in the palm of my hand.
I wished to the heavens
for peace in every land.
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I had a dream last night.
I was sitting on the side of a hill somewhere
and all around me
were poets from many lands.
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In the summer,
boot sales at weekends
are a common sight.
Selling things
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There are times when we think
of places where we grew up.
We moved away, then came back
to find some places were different
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