David Harris Poems

He sat in his own world
writing down the stories
that came to his mind.
He never watched time,
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(This poem was inspired by a comment placed on one of my pieces by my friend Alison Cassidy.)

When a friend throws you a line
never worry about its brand,
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A lure for the spotlight
lies in everyone somewhere.
At some point in our lives,
everyone wants the centre stage
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We have a Vicar from the south
Who preaches with his mouth
His sermon for the Day
Was to make the people stay
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Today is our farewell;
we depart as friends
hoping that one day in the future
we will meet up again.
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Everyone has a place of solitude
where the world cannot invade.
Where we can sit in silence
and enjoy our own thoughts
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When I was young,
I often wandered off on my own,
my eyes exploring everything I saw
and filed it away in my memory store.
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Seven years ago,
I went back to Canada
after forty-two years.
I walked down a road
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Sometimes our feelings
run deeper than they should,
we mix them with our imagination,
seeing things that are not there.
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I stroll pass the pinnacles of dreams
blinded by the moons radiant light
that shines down from the heaven
on us mortals below tonight.
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