David Harris Poems

I sat for a few moments
before my work began.
Sat and listened to
the morning as it began.
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How many times do
we get coupons offering you
to buy one and get one free
come through our door.
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Your eyes are like a mirror
that reflects your soul.
Some eyes are dark as cobalt
and reflect the deed they do.
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I was walking by a field one day
early in the month of May.
The buds were in rich splendour
getting ready with their finery.
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Here we stand as tiny specks,
saying our world in the only one.
Here we stand as bigots,
ignoring all the telling facts about.
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The sound of silence filled the air,
just before the dawn.
The sun’s streaky fingers stretched
forward on the fading night sky.
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Where have they gone,
all the friends of yesterday?
Where have they gone,
the happy times I used to know?
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Love born on a natural wing,
young hearts that sing
springs song of joy
effects the heart of the sly and coy.
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This series is dedicated to my friend Frank James Ryan Jr

Author’s Note.
If it had not been for Frank suggesting to diversify, this series might never have come into being. It was while thinking of what he said that the idea of writing about the American Civil War of 1861 to 1865 came into my mind. I plan to chart the Civil War in poem from its beginning to its eventual end. I will try to be as accurate as I can with my words and order of events.
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Talking to someone today,
we reminisced of years gone by.
We reflected on things
when we were young and didn’t have,
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