David Harris Poems

Every picture tells a story
whether it be a painting or photograph.
If you look hard enough
you’ll see what it says.
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Sometimes
we build fences
to keep things out,
other times
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I walked beside a bay
taking in everything I saw,
several small boats
nudged at their mooring
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If paradise is half as nice
as being here with you,
then I won’t mind being there
when my days here are through.
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What a crazy world we live in,
and you can say that again.
For when we open up, ours mouths
sometimes the words we say,
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(A series of true incidents from my life)

Whenever there is a crisis
in our family, I am the one
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You walk beside a brick wall
always wondering what is on the other side.
As you move along a bit further
there is brick missing
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Every door we open
must lead us somewhere,
the highest gate of heaven
or to the depth of hell.
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If lady luck were to kiss me
on the forehead tonight
and I woke tomorrow as a rich man,
would everything be all right?
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I listen to the train whistle blowing
as it disappears down the track.
I would have been on it
and not coming back,
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