David Harris Poems

The heart shaped card with pretty words
Be my Valentine, my dear
Is there because the poor old man
Knows if the old lady doesn’t get one
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Everyday we climb stairs,
up we go and down we come.
Have you ever stop to think
how many steps that you actually climb.
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As life moves at a quicker pace,
separation is a spectre
that not far away looms.
One day you look around
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If you only loved me
if you only cared
then we could find our paradise
and live forever there somewhere.
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Every door we open
broadens our view of life.
We learn a little more
trouble and strife.
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Sometimes I sit and wonder
where I actually did come from.
There are days when my intuition
tells me something to write
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We all live under a canopy
of hope, hate, love and lies.
The canopy gets bigger
every day within our lives.
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It’s February and romance is in the air.
Shops are filled with things to give your lady fair.
Heart shaped items to express I love you
for both men and women to confess their love is true.
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A posy of pink roses
stand on the alter of my church.
The roses maybe artificial,
but it is what they represent.
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My inspiration has thrown me in a spin
instead of writing one poem a day
I have now been writing six or seven.
After a few weeks of that
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