David Harris Poems

There were four of us in the garden,
which overlooked a valley below.
The sunset was moving across the sky,
as the songs of twilight could be heard,
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I wandered so aimlessly,
a wanderer only to be.
I walked on the wild side,
until I met someone,
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You’re hanging over a precipice,
looking down; you know you are going to fall.
At the last moment, a hand grasps yours.
A stranger whom you cannot see.
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A writer’s life is full of woe,
you find a word you like,
then you write something,
and try to fit that word in,
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Two strangers meet becoming friends.
Time and circumstances part them.
Many years later again they meet
and the bond of friendship
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How long has it been?
Since you left me
Our friends ask the question
All of the time
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Soft guitar music fills the air,
with a lilting romantic tune,
we had never heard before.
Meanwhile a singer sings a song,
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The scent of jasmine fills the air,
within my garden wall
while I sit in silence
awaiting the evening to call.
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With some people, the more power they receive,
and the bigger boots they get,
they file away their brains in the bottom drawer.
Their brains end up where there ass should be,
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We all have dreams of fame,
of having our name known.
Around the world,
for something that we do.
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