David Harris Poems

The old house stood in silence,
no one lives there anymore.
Only memories of the past,
fill each empty room.
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If
the stars were a million guitars playing a rhapsody to the moon

If
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An old windmill stands on a hill;
it once stood proud
as the wind swept round its sails.
Now deserted,
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The world is filled with special people,
who are there when you need them.
They blend into the background,
emerging only when we have troubles in our lives.
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Smiling faces beam of summer warmth
Greeting of jokes and cordial words
Handshakes from outstretched hands
Kisses from pursed lips of pretty faces
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The world is filled with short people,
who forget there are tall people like me.
For when they build a door of six foot,
they forget all about the poor old persons,
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The rhythm of a heartbeat
is heard across the land
with every new child born.
A rhythm of life itself
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Suburban streets filled with baseball hats
People living in suburban flats
Cobweb shops filled with queues
People rushing round wearing out shoes
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Nothing can right a wrong we’ve done
What is done can not be reversed
No matter how hard we want to try
Every time we play the game of love
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The words just flee from my head,
to the paper in front of me.
They tell of love and sorrows be.
They also tell of other things.
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