Jim Harmon Poems

There were many times before
When I had everything to put beneath the tree.
But the silken bows and tinsels glow
Were just pretty wrappings for things
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Life is of essence to me so dear.
Today I must live and tomorrow not fear.
For if I live my life with the fullest intent
Then tomorrow will bring joy as a day well spent.
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The audience is in place as the house lights dim.
The orchestras din of jumbled noise, discordant confusion
suddenly finds the perfect pitch of Concert C
and there seems a breathless moment....
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Deepening shadows, the twilight haze.
Forest paths cool with shade.
Gentle breezes stir the trees,
Soft warm sand beneath my feet.
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Thus it begins, this river, a dropp of life pure and clean as yet unseen.
Released as before on a quest for more,
one amidst the many.
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As the wind drives my boat into a heading sea
She drives my reason far from me.
Cast upon the torrents waves
A broached I flounder in the trough
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Through the sawmill of life into the Carpenters hands
We as raw lumber to perfection grand
Chips and dust, knots and twigs
To matched veneers of hand polished leaves
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