David Harris Poems

The call of the seagulls,
near the edge of the sea,
is the lure that attracts men
to their boats to test the sea.
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'This is dedicated to Suzanne, Melvina, Alison and Francesca. My friends with unseen faces.'

For years my work lay hidden.
Gathering dust on my shelf.
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Goals are something we set ourselves,
each and everyday.
Sometimes we reach them,
other times we won’t.
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Every so often, we feel
a sad wind from the sea.
It blows an ill wind
throughout our lives,
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I stood there welcoming night,
as it came to call.
A smile curled my lips,
as slowly the lights went out.
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Sitting in a Doctor’s waiting room,
is enough to make you feel more ill than what you are.
As I sat patiently waiting for my number to be called,
when Mrs Johnson came in.
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May the road rise to meet you
and bring happiness your way.
May love always surround you
keeping you warm with each day.
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I can remember a time
when the neighbourhood bond was strong.
When you could chat to one another
over the fence about everything going on.
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She stood there dressed in cold white down
as soft winds swirled around her.
Her angelic face smiled
as she surveyed her wonderland.
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We all hope for a better life
than the one we lived before.
More happiness and more love
that we can explore
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