David Harris Poems

Lazily reading a book
on a Sunday afternoon,
sitting in a comfortable chair
watching smoke ring rise in the air.
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The strong smell of bleach
always reminds me of when I was young
and went to learn to swim.
The instructor told us then
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The palm trees sway
under a warm Mediterranean breeze
as we lay on a golden beach somewhere,
dreaming that you and I could be,
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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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It takes strong arms
to support the weight
of a breaking heart.
It takes strong shoulders
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