David Harris Poems

Talking to a friend last night,
they were saying how
inspiration had deserted them.
I suggested several methods
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Hugs are for affection
given to those you care about.
I use them as my trademark
then the ladies know I am about.
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The silken thread of a cobweb
catches the first drops of morning dew.
They hang like a string of jewels
to sparkle in the first rays of the sun.
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Everyone wants to find
the gold at the rainbow’s end,
but most of us have already found it,
and just don’t realise the fact.
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If someone had told me years ago,
poetry would make my name.
I would have politely smiled
and nodded yes,
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On a sky west and crooked
flew a little bird called hope.
It flew with a message to tell everyone
that where there is hope,
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She was seven feet tall,
with a seventeen shoe.
One eye was brown and the other blue.
Her hair was all the colours of the rainbow.
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Gone are days of wondering
If love would ever come my way
Gone are the day of hoping
Someone special would come my way
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In all of us, a beast lays waiting,
in the dark part of our soul.
It waits in the shadows
to blacken out heart,
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As you know, I have not been well of late after being rushed into hospital last Thursday 4 October 2007 as the result of a Transient Ischaemaic Attack (TIA) , which stimulates the symptoms of a stroke. I had five in on Thursday. My left hand side went numb each time. They lasted only five minutes at a time. It was due to lack oxygen to the brain. However, I had to have an x-ray done on my brain. The results came back yesterday and they indicated that during the TIA attacks I actually did suffer a mild stroke. Although I have not suffered any real damage to the brain, I am at times left very tired. This is one reason why I have not been reading much of late. Having said that I am missing all my friends at PH very much.

I want to thank everyone for their marvellous support and prayers. It is only when times like this occur that you find what wonderful friends you have. You may never see their faces, but the thought of them being there for you is very comforting indeed. It is something in the forty odd years of writing I had never experienced before. I am going to come back from today and read maybe one or two poems a day and comment on them. When I get tired, I will obviously come away. I am going to try to get around to everyone I know up here and at least read one of their poems. It is impossible to do that all in one day, so you will have to bear with me.
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