David Harris Poems

In foreign lands I may have to travel
and there I’ll meet new people each day,
but there is only one love in my heart
and you are only a heartbeat away.
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When old friends disappear
for whatever the reason,
new friends come along
never to take their place
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It is strange how some music
can inspire more than others
and make you write and write.
Give you ideas, which
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He picked up the glasses
from where they lay
and put them on
and as he looked around
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Outside my bedroom door,
I heard the scratching of its claws
wanting to get into my sanctuary.
Its growl was low and chilling
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It started in a small way
an abstract message or two
never thinking where it was leading
or how close I would become to you.
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Sometimes people do not believe
who we say we are or what we do.
They think our imagination
is running in overtime
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Sitting on a park bench
in an old favourite haunt,
reflections of the past drift
by on origamic clouds in the blue.
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Love flew by me
on its wings of yesterday,
left me stranded and alone
on the island of my dreams.
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Sometimes when I am out
someone will stop and talk to me
hoping I can spare
a few minutes of my time.
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