David Harris Poems

A silver finger of moonlight
stretches across the bay
highlighting tiny boats
tugging at their moorings
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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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At the end of every tunnel,
there is a light somewhere,
a light of hope and reason,
and a light to guide us to
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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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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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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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