David Harris Poems

To many the number thirteen
is a number to avoid and beware of,
add Friday in front of the number,
and you have a very scary day.
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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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I stood on a sandy beach
on an April weekend.
The sun was shining bright
on each wave
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A simple man with simple ideas,
that’s what he, thinks of himself,
but others look differently at him.
They say that he has a heart way off the charts,
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I find myself on a slippery slope,
heading for a bottomless pit.
My heart has given up,
on what it longed for.
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In the field where flowers grow,
the dead lay buried far below.
The war they fought is over now.
Peace may they find at last,
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I’ve heard it said
that within our world
there are very special people
who within a few words
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The old house stood in silence,
no one lives there anymore.
Only memories of the past,
fill each empty room.
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Two crows spied a piece of bread
Both landed beside it on the ground
They started to squabble over it
As neither wanted to share
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Blossom fills the trees with colour,
birds sing in the treetop high,
the sun bathes the world with warmth
and brightens up the sky.
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