David Harris Poems

Quick
put a shilling in the meter
let the sun come out to play.
The sun being expensive
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I woke up this morning
grey clouds covered the sky;
no rain clouds there,
no sunshine neither.
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Sitting on a park bench
along side a still watered pond
I watched a mother duck swim
with a trail of ducklings behind.
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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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Sometimes being neutral
can be as bad as being at war.
When you have two warring friends,
you don’t want to take sides.
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To be the best at what you do
you must first believe
you are the best.
However, just in case
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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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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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The mad piper played the hornpipe
in the evening mist near the fairy glade
and water sprites dances across the lochs waters.
The monster roared from the depth below
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When Pete Moaner heard everything was going digital
it didn’t go down with him too well,
he decided to make a protest
and wonder which way was best.
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