David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

David Harris Poems

2881. Beginning Starts Here 4/15/2007
2882. The Love Bug 5/10/2007
2883. Delicate Flower 2/16/2011
2884. Old Love Letters 2/23/2007
2885. Swings And Roundabouts 1/24/2011
2886. After The Snow 3/30/2010
2887. Guidance To A Better Life 11/23/2009
2888. Such Is Life 11/26/2009
2889. A Daily Prayer 3/27/2010
2890. Dancing On Air 10/27/2009
2891. Green Man 9/10/2009
2892. Alien, Poor Alien 9/13/2009
2893. Rich In Our Own World 10/14/2009
2894. Early Works - Misty City 8/14/2009
2895. Happy Birthday 8/3/2009
2896. Sargasso Sea 7/28/2009
2897. The Sea, The Sea 7/28/2009
2898. Follow Your Dream 3/1/2009
2899. A Grain Of Sand 11/20/2008
2900. Adopted Friends 11/20/2008
2901. Hearts Beating As One 9/10/2008
2902. Our Reality 12/20/2008
2903. Quality Time 12/20/2008
2904. Two Strangers 12/24/2008
2905. A Tinge Of Sadness 12/29/2008
2906. Our Best Friends 7/11/2008
2907. As Equal 7/12/2008
2908. All Living Things 6/10/2008
2909. Better We Do Something 5/27/2008
2910. Blowing In The Wind 4/10/2008
2911. We May Miss 4/15/2008
2912. At The End Of Another Day 3/20/2008
2913. The Wine Of Love 3/19/2008
2914. A Breakfast In Bed 3/26/2008
2915. Stages Of Development 3/4/2008
2916. Our Universe 2/8/2008
2917. Old Chair 1/31/2008
2918. A Tender Heart 1/8/2008
2919. Tumbleweed 1/26/2008
2920. Fugitive 10/3/2007
Best Poem of David Harris

Respect

If we can not respect another
How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs
How can we expect them to respect ours
If we can not respect another’s race
How can we expect that race to respect us
If we can not respect others
How can we expect respect in return

Everyone expects respect
No matter who they are
The only way to gain it
Is to start treating everyone
As a friend, a brother, a sister
As part of our extended family
No matter what colour or creed they are
Only then you will start to get
The respect you so ...

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Yesteryears

The rocking chair squeaks,
as it rocks to and fro.
An old man is dreaming,
of yesterdays many years ago.
He dreams of the woman,
who’d one day be his wife.
He sees how things used to be,
when he was a lad.
Reflects on the changes,

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