David Harris Poems

There is no crime in passion,
only if jealousy perceives it be.
Passion means love,
an outpouring of emotions there.
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You went away a long time ago,
set me adrift in an emotional sea.
I couldn’t find someone new,
‘cause I was chained to a memory of you.
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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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Your watching an old film
that you have seen before,
then suddenly the faces appear there
of those who watched it with you,
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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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