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David Harris, 12 march 2012
Love
Teardrops fall invisible
amongst the falling rain.
Sadness conceals itself
amongst the anguish and pain.
Love comes in many guises
to catch us unaware
as we travel down our many roads
to seek our fortune there.
Love awaits in corners blind
to steal us in a stolen glance
and we give up to it
at each and every chance.
Thus, the world turns around
waking us each new day
with its own surprises
and you can guess
that love is not far behind.
11 March 2012
David Harris, 12 march 2012
The Last Barrier
On angel wings, I fly so high
like a little bird up in the sky.
No, body no more to anchor me
to an earth full of misery.
My mind is at peace at last
no worries for my brow to crease.
The last barrier has been passed
a new existence in front of me.
Regrets for wrongs done
have vanished from a heavy heart.
Gone are all the yesterdays
that haunted and held me,
now like the little bird I am free
to fly away from what held
my soul in captivity.
Now that I have crossed the last barrier.
4 March 2012
David Harris, 16 january 2012
Quiet
We all seek at times
a measure or two
of silken stillness
caught within the hustle bustle
of our daily lives.
The quiet that descends slowly
as summer sap oozing from a tree
to crystallize our moments
into tranquil harmony
that refreshes
our obliterating soul.
15 January 2012
David Harris, 16 december 2011
A Christmas Poem
Christmas is once more with us
with mistletoe and good cheer,
stocking hung on the mantle place
and presents under the tree.
People singing Christmas carols
entertaining you and me,
as Santa with his reindeer
landing on each house in sight.
Beaming and giggly faces
of children too excited to sleep,
with Christmas day tomorrow
they cannot wait for the sight.
Slowly drifting into dreams
of what might greet their eyes bright
as they listen for Santa’s reindeers
prancing along in the snow.
As sleep descends,
they wait for the morning light,
for Christmas is that time of year
when the world seems merry and right,
and so ends my Christmas poem.
Merry Christmas to all and goodnight.
17 December 2010
David Harris, 9 december 2011
Loneliest Time Of The Year
Christmas is the loneliest time of the year
as we remember those whom have passed along
and can never again be near.
An empty stocking on the fireplace
where a filled one should be,
the vacant place under the tree
where presents should be,
The empty space in our hearts
we carry with us all the time
and sadness lines our faces
that should be filled with smiles.
Christmas should be a time of celebration,
but with the empty spaces
there is no cheer here
in the loneliest time of the year.
9 December 2011
David Harris, 9 december 2011
The Stars Remain
When our lives are over
and our mortal being
has withered to dust.
When our remains are scattered
amongst the prevailing wind,
the stars will remain
to guide those who follow
in our footsteps through time.
The stars will remain
embedded in the velvet night.
Millions and millions of them
up where we perceive
heaven somewhere lies.
We are told all of us have one,
a star that will always remain to shine bright.
A star to guide the lost
on a cold and lonely night,
a star to look down
on all creation
for as long as it survives.
The stars will remain
no matter what we do.
They remain there forever
embedded in the velvet night.
9 December 2011
David Harris, 8 december 2011
Vulnerable
Today I almost fell down some stairs.
It gave my life a large jolt
and showed to me how vulnerable we are
as we go through our daily lives.
If it happened to me,
then it could happen to you.
A slight lapse of concentration
any accident can occur.
A missed step could
lead to our final goodbye.
I was lucky this time,
but the next time who knows.
8 December 2011
David Harris, 26 november 2011
Hinkle, Finkle And Fee
Across the borders of time and space,
they came with the journeymen
and their names were Hinkle, Finkle and Fee.
To fight the good fight
and set all in their wake free.
Stories were told of their bravery
as they fought the oppressors strong.
How in their dealing
they were shrewd, kind and fair.
Where had they come from
was a question often asked
about theses heroes of the dawn of time.
On their steeds with hooves of fire,
no one was a match for the journeymen
with Hinkle, Finkle and Fee
as they swayed their justice
across the many lands.
No sooner had they arrived
and seeing their justice prevail
they were gone again
on their steeds with hooves of fire,
the journeymen with Hinkle, Finkle and Fee.
26 November 2011
David Harris, 23 november 2011
Fascinating Figures In A Flickering Candle Light
The candle flickering
throws fascinating figures
to dance across the walls.
Silhouettes that move
in opulent rhythms,
which are hidden, from our ears.
Fascinating figures that capture
all our imagination can see,
dancing on a faint breeze
that wafts the candle flame
in jubilant games
into the darkened night.
We sit mesmerized by it all
as the silhouettes dance
and sway across the walls,
brought to life by
the flickering candle light.
23 November 2011
David Harris, 22 november 2011
Fields Of Fantasy
As we walk through
our fields of fantasy
that our hearts desire,
a place where our tormented soul
can at times retire
to breathe the cool
refreshing mountain air.
A place we go
out of the destructive hues
to lull our senses
into gentle platitudes.
The imaginary summer
of our fateful dreams
with romantic overlays
beyond the encroaching world
on our fields of fantasy
perched on clouds
of fluffy white down.
22 November 2011
David Harris, 15 november 2011
A Rose With A Tinted Past
A wind from the North Country
blows through the tapestry of my mind.
Like flowers in the wind,
I sway like a silver birch.
Winging high I soar though the sky,
a bird of tell tale feather below.
Ah, a rose with a tinted past
a tear of dew on each new petal.
Shadow of sky I see
a big yellow eye that warns me
Spring has fallen by the way side
Summer warms each small bed
sleep eluded the dreamers head
days hark of summer sandwich paste
eaten down in gulps of haste
gone are the winter winds
replaced by summers warm rays.
Ah, our rose with a tinted past
born out of a refuse tip,
born with buds pointing skyward high
to catch the sun through a cloudy sky.
Born with an anojistic air
the dark clouds of heaven see you there.
Rain dances on your petals blight.
Sky thunder roars
storm of shadows pass overhead
wind of tears, tears and shreds,
the petals from our roses head.
Sky of blue, no clouds of night
looks down at the sorry sight,
head limp, beauty gone
sadness of glory light
no longer see the sunlight.
Petals sweet, insect head
food for nature’s bed.
Earth dust shower still
life is short to fulfil
day - night passes a solemn breath
for our tinted rose’s death.
13 June 1978
David Harris, 13 november 2011
All Over Again
The fragrant days of summer have disappeared
giving way to the chilly winds of autumn
that strips away the green coats from trees
leaving them bare and barren
before Jack Frost fills the morning air.
Collars hug closely around necks
as the cold white down fall from the sky,
to lay a pale blanket on the ground
that hides some of the unsightly sights and sounds.
Fires burn with radiant glow
as out faced hands try too capture its warmth.
Soon another season will once more awake.
The barren will breathe new life once more
and the colours will return unleashed,
as the circle of the seasons
will begin all over again.
12 November 2011
David Harris, 10 november 2011
Tracks We Leave Behind
In a hundred years from now
when we are not around,
I wonder if we’ll be remembered
for the tracks we leave behind,
our legacy for our short time here.
Will our meagre efforts
be rewarded with immortal fame
or will they be extinguished
like the candles flame?
We can only live in hope.
One day in the distant future
will a student over our work ponder
of how our life was reflected
in the tracks we leave behind
and the confusion we sometimes feel.
Let’s hope that future student
sees all our love within
the words we carefully chose
to represent our life
in the tracks we leave behind.
10 November 2011
David Harris, 9 november 2011
Clouds Across The Moon
Standing here on the brighter side of life,
I realize missing out on the things I loved.
Walking down the shady lovers lanes
as the clouds moved across the moon.
I’ve seen the glamour and glitz of life
and long for the simple things of yesterday
when we walked arm in arm together
as the clouds moved across the moon.
Tomorrow is another day in the spotlight
regretting for another time again
of giving up all those yesterdays
as the clouds moved across the moon.
It’s hard to try not to regret
all the things you rushed forward to
even though at the time it meant losing you
as the clouds moved across the moon.
One day I may return home again,
when my dreams have turned to dust
then I may walk again with you
as the clouds move across the moon.
6 November 2011
David Harris, 9 november 2011
A Traveller Of The Roads
I wonder where I am going
for I know where I have been.
I wonder which new roads
I will have travel down
before I get back here again.
My life is such a mystery
from dawn to dusk,
and I wonder if ever
I will find the place
where I will truly belong.
I am a traveller of the roads
never calling anywhere my home,
but I keep looking for
the right heart on the right road
and a place to call home.
5 November 2011
Latest comments:
29 april 2024
Weronika
Przynajmniej przy bezdennym brzegu.
29 april 2024
violetta
Jesteś w niebie:)
29 april 2024
sam53
wg. pisma ... ? ...ale nie na 100
29 april 2024
Promieniowanie ciała doskonale czarnego.
28 april 2024
samoA
dziękuję. uśmiech posyłam
27 april 2024
Jaga
Bardzo, widać że dobrze mu z oka patrzy ;)
27 april 2024
On tak dostojnie chodzi, że to czysta przyjemność
27 april 2024
kb
hm tutaj pokazano niejako wprost sprawcę światła.
27 april 2024
sufit, uśmiech i barany... no tak to jest, sama
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"wszystkie modlitwy wymyślili grzesznicy"
27 april 2024
social-real. bardzo fajnie ujęte
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jeśli tylko
właśnie :)
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