David Harris Poems

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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I look in the mirror
And what do I see
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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 walk through the wilderness,
with sandals on my feet,
a crown of thorns around my head,
one-person helps with the cross that I carry.
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Someone once wrote
a comment on a poem
that I should polish it.
Polish a poem?
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For Dee Daffodil
The queen of this sort of thing.
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To friends I may seem like a clown.
Yet every clown wears a mask
with a smile upside down hidden there.
A big teardropp painted on his cheek
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Across a sky west and crooked,
flies a little white bird,
and in its beak an olive leaf,
for all sad lovers everywhere,
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In my life, there are many things
that I can rejoice for,
a loving family and friends by the score.
Everyday is filled with wonder,
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