David Harris Poems

I hear violins playing
loves old sweet refrain.
I hear you calling out my name.
Life seems to be flown on angel wings
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She stood in black on Widow’s Warf
looking out at the cold sea;
eyes tested the horizon
for any ship she might see.
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For Suzy
Who gave me the title and suggested I write it.

Everything happens for a reason
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Does anyone remember
the advent of the musical toilet
that sprang up in the 1970’s?
Where you would sit
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Sometimes we guard our feelings
when we should let them go
and tell the special people in our lives
that we care for them so.
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Sometimes I live in
my own little world of make believe.
Where the character in my stories
do the things, I wish I could.
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For years and years,
I wanted to be published.
To actually see my name in print
to be able to hold a book up
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When you see a falling star,
do you ever make a wish?
When you blow out all the candles
on your birthday cake,
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My heart sings a love song
whenever you are near.
It sings the sweetest song
for everyone to hear.
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If we are judged by things we do
I often wonder
how people would judge me.
Would it be a kind one
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