David Harris

Veteran Poet - 1,587 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

David Harris Poems

1. Passing Strangers 2/23/2007
2. What Is Love 2/27/2007
3. Whirlpool 5/26/2007
4. Only Fools 6/9/2007
5. Shadow Of The Cross 7/5/2007
6. Behold A Pale Stranger 8/24/2007
7. Flood 8/27/2007
8. Mrs O’hara’s Bathtub (Fun Poem 39) 9/15/2007
9. Time 10/27/2007
10. To Melt Away 11/14/2007
11. Every Hoodie Has His Big Honk 11/17/2007
12. Memories Good, Sad And Bad 11/21/2007
13. Any Street In Any Town 11/22/2007
14. A Working Man 11/26/2007
15. Casebook Of Oliver Cyriax - Case 1# The Burning Bush (Part 4) 11/28/2007
16. Only Gentle Lullabies 11/29/2007
17. Success And Failure 12/7/2007
18. Early Works - Race For Space 12/8/2007
19. Early Works - Volcano 12/8/2007
20. Early Works - Day In The Life Of A Working Man 12/8/2007
21. Early Works - I’ve 12/8/2007
22. Degree In Life 12/26/2007
23. Stumble 12/26/2007
24. Immortals Of The Silver Screen - Laurel And Hardy 12/27/2007
25. Immortals Of The Silver Screen - James Stewart 12/28/2007
26. And What A Way To Start A New Year 1/1/2008
27. Eve 1/1/2008
28. It Was As If 1/10/2008
29. She Remembered 1/23/2008
30. Pay The Piper 1/26/2008
31. Horoscope 1/26/2008
32. You Bet It (Fun Poem 55) 1/26/2008
33. No New Ones 1/26/2008
34. The Master’s Calling 1/27/2008
35. Who Is Calling You 1/27/2008
36. Every Door We Open 1/27/2008
37. Preordained 1/27/2008
38. Rules And Regulations 1/27/2008
39. A Person 1/26/2008
40. If You Only 1/28/2008
Best Poem of David Harris

Just Beyond The Sunset

Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
Where the purple mountains
Lie in deep tranquillity
There I’ll find the treasure
Of love eternally

Just beyond the sunset
Waits someone so fair
Just beyond the sunset
All alone they wait there
Their hair is golden
The colour of the sand
Their eyes sparkle in the night
Like diamonds in your hand

Just beyond the sunset
Lies a home for me
Where the world is peaceful
Like a paradise should be
Just beyond the sunset
Someday is where you’ll find ...

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Faded Love Letters

An old shoe box under the bed,
filled with mementoes of years gone by.
Faded love letters stained with tears,
I used to cry.
They tell of the joy I knew one spring,
of laughter and fears.
And of the love we said would remain,
throughout our growing years.
The spring is gone and so are you;

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