David Harris Poems

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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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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The other day I spoke to someone
on Microsoft Messenger.
During our conversation,
I said something that made them laugh.
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Autumn leaves have fallen
across long forgotten battlefields
where deep below the ground
the dead lie asleep.
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You get up in the morning
and that’s when it starts,
as soon as you get out of bed.
You start wishing you had stayed there.
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Sometimes we shut ourselves off
from the rest of the world.
Close doors that we shouldn’t do.
Turn away help from someone who cares,
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I sit here at my desk
trying to figure out a line to write,
inspiration seems to have deserted me tonight.
I hear no strings of love;
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Across the silver lake of dreams,
a malevolent pixie sits,
with rod in hand,
and line in water,
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I look in the mirror
And what do I see
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