David Harris Poems

The rocking chair squeaks,
as it rocks to and fro.
An old man is dreaming,
of yesterdays many years ago.
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For Mike Bird
1943 - 2005
My forever friend.
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Little time capsules lie hidden,
beneath the turmoil of passing life.
Tiny mementoes laid down,
by strangers that passed this way.
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A light from heaven flickers gently on the waves.
As a boat rocks merrily, above a sea of dead men’s graves.
Colours of the rainbows, spread fingers from the shore.
The sea is filled with beauty; it is also filled with lore.
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Talking to your picture
Every night of everyday
Talking to your picture
Since you went away
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One is a lonely number
Two is company
One is the last word in alone
That’s what I’ve been since you left me
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Through the years
Your lips
Have been wasted
Without being tasted
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Take the showers of April
The roses of June
The lazy sun of August
For an October honeymoon
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The howl of the night
Wakes me from my dreams
To gaze out the windows
At twinkling moonbeams
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Today I heard a song
that whispered through the trees
and was shouted by the breeze.
It was an enchanting song
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