David Harris Poems

An ill wind brings no fortune
when it blows your way
and if you see it coming
close up your shudders and boards
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There is always a mystery
behind every tragedy in this world.
Always questions are asked
and someone has to take the blame.
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Pinocchio was a wooden boy,
who every time he lied,
his nose began to grow.
What everyone forgets is that
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Friends can feel like family
even though they live far away.
They inhabit a special place
in your life and your heart.
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Sitting here listening to
songs of forty years ago
when I was young
and used to visit the local dance halls,
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There are no super heroes in this world,
but there are heroes abound.
They are ordinary people
just like you and I.
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Her eyes were
much darker than amber
as she beckoned to me
to come to her open arms
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For Meggie who suggested I write this.

Deep in the oceans
where the little fishes play
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All I ever wanted was a peaceful life,
but all I ever got was trouble
and a lot of strife.
I wanted at times
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In the book of life
we learn a little
with each page we turn.
We learn a little tolerance
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