David Harris Poems

On the banks of the Mississippi,
we fished for catfish
with a bent pin on a string.
We sat in ragged trousers
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Within every heartbeat,
a whisper can be heard
for someone crying out for love
that isn’t always heard.
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You get that feeling sometimes
no one wants to speak to you
and you begin to wonder
if you have done something wrong,
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Among the smouldering embers
of a dying love
there always some warmth
if you want to look for it there.
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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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How many times have you heard
someone say on Christmas Day
this is not what I wanted.
Ungrateful for what they received,
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Warm bodies connect in hugs
warm embraces hold everyone.
Tonight we make more memories
to share throughout our years.
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There is a candle at the edge of the world
that burns for all humanity.
In the daytime, it burns blue
to colour our skies when we wake.
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The broom danced around the room
pushed by unseen hands.
I stood there hypnotised,
and then came the crackling laughter
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