David Harris Poems

Shadows of darkness fall over thee,
and a shroud of pristine white covers you.
Death is forming soul, and his raptures be.
I can no longer comfort you,
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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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Each night we look up to the heavens,
at all the stars twinkling bright.
We all hope there is a star
for us up there.
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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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Once in a while we sit on a bench
and watch the people pass by.
We gaze at their faces,
raise a smile to them,
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I like to be a Good Samaritan
to everyone I meet
whether it be personally
or virtually over the internet.
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We stand near the edge
of the abyss of our eternity.
As all the faces, we have known
flicker by like a silent movie.
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It is a good feeling
when you help someone in distress,
impart on them the knowledge
that you have gained.
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