David Harris Poems

The yawning creak of the door
as ivy branches tap the windowpane,
dancing shadows from the candle
caught in a draught from beneath the door.
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Fire never dies, just smoulders,
like love you need to fan it,
to keep the flame alive.
Like the smouldering embers,
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Every time we do something wrong,
we wish we could have a second chance,
to try to make it right.
In most cases a second chance won’t do,
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I listen to the wisdom
told by the trees,
and hear a blade of grass
as it talks to the breeze.
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A band of gold
binds two forever,
or at least that’s what they say
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For my very good friend JoAnn

There are some nights
you sit alone in front
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For those whose lives have been robbed in all wars.

They fought for causes unknown,
mowed down by the machinery of war.
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Some outside signs make you wonder
whose brain was in reverse
when they thought them up.
I walked along a promenade there was a sign,
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I received your invitation;
sorry I will not be there.
After loving you for so long,
it would be too much to bear.
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I am writing to say its over
everything between us is through.
I am leaving in the morning
on a convict ship
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