David Harris Poems

The warm glow of a single candle flame
beckons a weary stranger there
to the bosom of a warm fire in
from the nighttime's cold.
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Life is full of make believe,
dreams of earnest topping fame.
Gilded Lilies spring up everywhere
as if in some dark nightmare.
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Whatever happened to
the car designers out there?
Does there mind go blank
when they are designing cars.
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A lone piper played
on the opposite side of Loch Ness.
The music from his bagpipes
drifted through the morning mist
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Love is a constant factor
in our daily lives
by the amount times
we use the word each day.
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Wherever I go,
I carry your love with me
within a crumpled photograph
tucked in my wallet.
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For my great friend Melvina Germain

Some things remain constant
within our ever-changing world.
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When I write I go into
a world of my own.
My concentration is so strong
the rest of the world around me
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Every night we dream of things
half of them we never remember,
but our dreams are only things
our brain is sorting out
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There is a wind of change
blowing in the air.
That might change
the tide of war,
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