David Harris Poems

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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Mr D took off his glasses,
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One among the many,
whose feeling lonely today.
Whose love has gone astray.
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Sometimes people say to me,
why do you write so much about the past?
I look at them with dreamy eyes;
a small smile curls my lips,
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Some people write poetry
to fulfil their dream,
others write it as a personal diary.
While yet more write to protest.
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I came home this morning
after saying goodbye to a ghost.
I wrote a little poem about
and posted it. Then up popped Alison Cassidy
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Some people call me sentimental,
they might be right in saying that.
I am a big softie at heart.
I get choked when I hear sad stories,
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As evening shadows fall
And stars begin to shine
We walk hand in hand
Under a moon that’s divine
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They came in hundreds to read my poems yesterday
But they all faded away today
I hope they will come back
Maybe tomorrow or someday soon
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