David Harris Poems

Yesterday I wrote a joke poem,
Booby Prize Or A Fine Romance,
it told the story of how I met my wife,
all those years ago.
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There is a point in every journey,
a point of no return.
Once you’ve passed it,
you have to carry on,
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You will find wherever you go
someone who wants to be
the centre of attention.
Personally, it is not a road
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Sometimes we meet people,
and declare they have a heart of gold.
They do things for others,
never expecting any beneficial in return.
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Everyday we go outside,
to enjoy the world out there,
but we never think about,
the world beneath our feet.
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We hold our faith
close to our chest
and will never let it go,
after all, it is the way we live our lives,
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The autumn leaves drift pass my window,
the summer has died away,
and the frost will soon be here,
as winter is coming back.
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There is a place somewhere over the rainbow
where peace and love lay together is a soft bed.
Where kindness and kindred-ship
are locked within each others arms.
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Everyday we are graced,
with other words and thoughts.
Some make a lot sense,
while other make not a lot.
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It hurts when I think;
someone else is kissing you,
and holding you,
the way I used to do.
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