David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

David Harris Poems

41. A Christmas Poem 12/17/2010
42. A Christmas Prayer 12/23/2007
43. A Circle Ever Growing 4/14/2011
44. A Clown 4/11/2010
45. A Coming Storm 4/4/2009
46. A Contented Life 3/27/2013
47. A Country Boy At Heart 3/5/2011
48. A Cows Rear Leg (Fun Poem 57) 1/31/2008
49. A Crowded Street 8/16/2008
50. A Daily Prayer 3/27/2010
51. A Dash 2/15/2012
52. A Date With A Mystery 7/23/2008
53. A Day Out By The Sea 6/11/2007
54. A Day Untitled 12/11/2008
55. A Degree In Stupidity (A Protest Poem) 3/3/2013
56. A Different Time And Place 1/19/2013
57. A Different Tune 8/4/2009
58. A Dilemma 8/24/2012
59. A Discarded Dream 1/9/2008
60. A Doctor’s Waiting Room (Fun Poem 40) 9/15/2007
61. A Double 11/19/2008
62. A Dream Away 11/3/2008
63. A Dream Away 2 8/16/2009
64. A Dream To Chase 7/10/2013
65. A Dreamers Lament 8/24/2007
66. A Face With No Future 1/28/2007
67. A Factory Mass-Producing Idiots 6/22/2007
68. A Family Christmas Tree 12/2/2007
69. A Far Country 9/21/2015
70. A Farewell 5/15/2008
71. A Fated Sky 3/18/2008
72. A Feeling For Forgiveness 5/10/2008
73. A Few Little Words 5/28/2014
74. A Few Minutes To Spare 10/9/2009
75. A Few Things You Should Never Do 11/15/2007
76. A Fisherman 2/17/2011
77. A Fishy Mystery 7/5/2010
78. A Five Minutes Of Fame 6/9/2008
79. A Flea (Fun Poem 120) 4/25/2011
80. A Fleeting Minute 8/30/2008
Best Poem of David Harris

Respect

If we can not respect another
How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs
How can we expect them to respect ours
If we can not respect another’s race
How can we expect that race to respect us
If we can not respect others
How can we expect respect in return

Everyone expects respect
No matter who they are
The only way to gain it
Is to start treating everyone
As a friend, a brother, a sister
As part of our extended family
No matter what colour or creed they are
Only then you will start to get
The respect you so ...

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Leaving

Your fingertips seem just out of reach,
like the lifeline to a drowning man.
Tears haze my eyes,
like the morning mist.
You are going,
but why, I don’t understand..
There has been no words between us,
no anger, no cries of rage.
Your suitcase is by the door,

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