David Harris Poems

There is a young lady on Poemhunter
whom I call a little princess.
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For my loving wife Vera
You are there for me,
always in my deepest despair.
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A few years ago, I used to
go to the gym twice a week;
I thought the exercise
would improve my physique.
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Each petal of every flower,
from white to flaming red,
opens to greet each new day,
from their sleepy bed.
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With a heart that has been broken,
one too many times.
Falling in love is not what I need,
so as I get that feeling,
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You know the days when you feel that your life is slipping through your fingers, and there is nothing you can do. It is one of those days today. It is weighing on my mind whether to stay or go. You feel like giving up the job, your hobbies, the lot, just turn your back and start a new somewhere else.
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The stage is bare
only a microphone stands alone.
A part of our life is gone;
no, more we hear the words and music
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Relaxing back, we dream of things
imagining they could happen some way,
a meeting taking place
in a romantic rendezvous,
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Once the blindfold is lifted,
we see things as they really are.
There are no crimson castles
guarded by George’s dragons
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They flew on a moonbeam
and danced on the stars
the giraffe looked at the kangaroo
and said how do you do.
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