David Harris Poems

The beauty of the morning
is at the crack of dawn,
when the fingers of the sun
spread out across the sky,
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One of FJR’s poems inspired this poem.


The shadow of the cross
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It is a sad time
when we have to
move house or job.
We often wish
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I sit and ponder
near the window of my soul,
of all that my eyes see,
but what is blind to all.
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Every night I hear
the echo of your footsteps,
across the wooden floor.
They seem to be leading
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The beacon light
stretches out from the shore
to warn passing ships
of the dangers
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If every life learned to share
A happier world we would have
We could share our lives
And share our thoughts
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Our sweet dreams
are built on love;
our saddest ones
are of when love dies.
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There was an old man,
who put a bet on a horse.
The bookie told him it was a winner,
and he thought he’d win a lot,
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They stand bewildered by all that goes around them,
living within their own little worlds,
which we cannot even understand.
These victims of circumstance stand.
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