David Harris Poems

The story I am about to tell
is about a man who fell down a well.
His real name was Costaswell
that was until he fell down the well
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Every life goes through stages,
stages of development.
It starts with our birth,
the first stage in our lives,
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A penny for your thoughts
so the saying goes,
you can have all mine
and they won’t cost you a red cent.
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We look at an old chair and wonder
whose bottom once sat there.
Was it someone Royal
or someone posh
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Mountains with their snow-white tops
stare down at the plains below
watching the tumbleweeds roll
where the wind does blow.
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In a world where nothing is ugly,
how can one describe beauty?
The answer is like a twinkling star,
that seems to go on forever,
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The clouds were in line,
like stepping-stones from the horizon,
painted pink and grey
from the setting sun
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When the clouds of anger
descend upon our mind
things are said in haste
which can hurt deeper
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The wings of night
few silently under a silver moon,
lovers gazed into each other’s eyes
as they walked together
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Could we ever live in a world of understanding?
The question has been asked many times
and always the answer eludes us.
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