Biography of James Harris
A simple man with simple tastes, who awoke with rhyming in his head one morning. Born in Texas, raised in New York City and currently residing in Toledo, Ohio. I'll keep writing until the rhyming in my head stops.
James Harris Poems
The Child's Protection
Little girl, little girl what did you see? A thing of horror chasing after me Little girl little girl were you not scared? More than I thought I could possibly bear
How I long to hear gasps of air between some breathy sighs For my fingers to dance up and down upon your silken thighs Let me caress across your midsection with the petals of a rose From there we can both imagine where the evening goes
Things I Can'T Say Out Loud
Perhaps in the past I was a bit to shy Amazed by the beauty of your face Your smile reminds me of the bright sky Every movement you have filled with grace
My Path Of Life
It seems that I spend too much time running from my life Avoiding every rocky road or path that might have strife Constantly at odds with the man I was supposed to be When I look upon that supposed man I turn around and flee
Look there at that beautiful girl The one with the sweet golden curls I think she just shot me that look I think she has me upon her hook.
The Last Round
A last dropp of wine my old friend I fear I shan't see you again I almost love you like a wife For you mean so much to my life
I swear I have known you two longer than this Like we have all been apart of each others dreams There was something in my life that was amiss Before we met things were going down stream
You're not the person that you think you are, Your light does not shine at all like a star. You are quite cruel, quite petty and mean, Your very presence to me is completely obscene.
Cindi's Birthday Present
Do you know what you exactly mean to me? You are so very much more than a friend. Our connection is utterly deep you see I have your back until the bitter end
Through The Crowd
A sweet smile from green eyes is all I ask Smile and eyes that flash at me I pray that my heart can handle the task When that beauteous woman I do see
Seven Lines Of Sorrow
I wish I could account for every last little thought But with time I lose focus of all that I have wrought. Memories come and go, oft times they can slip away Why even look ahead, when I can barely recall today?
When I think of what we all went through How we formed bonds that hold like glue Friendships that have lasted to this very day Though some of us at times have gone astray
A Pleasant Stroll
Sucking in the sweet cold morning air I let the cold wind blow through my hair A last deep breath and let out a loud laugh As I grab a broken branch as a walking staff
The Last Gasp
One last gasp for air is all that I ask A single deep breath to savor this life One last taste of dark wine from that cask Sweet gentle kisses from my beautiful wife
The Prudish Minstrel
Take this coin and sing me a song
I just pray you don't make it to long
Make it last as long as the wine in my cup
Or last until that pretty lass will come up
Her smile's intent looks a bit more than kind
To not see her wiles you'd have to be blind.
Come now Minstrel, I am seeking no Bride
Just her willing flesh and her strong backside.