David Harris Poems

We walk paths on our own way,
while others try to force us
to walk paths with only them.
Some get ungrateful
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The lingering shadows of those
who are gone from our grasp
bring comfort to those
who had to say behind.
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For days my world seemed empty,
as the words had flown
never it seemed to return.
Then I woke up this morning
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The electric blue of a lightning sky
lit up the country lane momentarily.
She walked alone
with her scarf blowing in the wind
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The stranger sat upon the park bench,
and looked across the Lough.
Smoke from his pipe
blended with the cool morning breeze.
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Listen to the music of love,
that seeps in from everywhere.
The rhythm of two hearts,
beating as one.
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Note: I don’t often put poems up that are not my own. But at the end this poem came with a request from the unknown author who wanted lots of people to read it by passing it on. As I read the poem I understood why and decide if I post it as the readership would end up worldwide. I removed the mark counter as it is not needed for this, but if want to pass this poem along please be my guest.

T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.
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On the mantle place they sit
Glimpses of yesterdays
Memories of the good times
Before you said it was your time to go
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My friends are strangers
My family is the world
At one time, I sought fame
Everyone to know my name
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Naked bodies
locked in passion’s throes,
behind closed doors,
so no one can see.
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