David Harvey

Biography

I’m 72 in my body, 32 in my head! Father of two Grandfather of nine Semi-retired Love writing - poetry - books - songs An extrovert introvert p.s. My photo is from the 1990's.... I look much older now !!!!

Poems

The Wind in Hollywood Copper crusty leaves crackle underfoot Whipped by a austere wind into a frantic frenzy A million Demille minions Swirling Spinning Losing Winning Beech Ash Sycamore Catapulted from the anonymity of the gutter For the briefest of movements a Star Caught in the headlights of a passing Cadillac At the beck and call of the last of the moguls The East wind. PRECIOUS Precious like a gemstone alive with fire Precious like the rush of blood borne out of loves desire And never asking in return more than a touch, a smile A diamond set in platinum A summer breeze A winter sun Sweet honey as it newly runs from golden yellow combs For me, the simple truth remains a feeling - deep inside Like shooting stars in autumn skies that cannot be denied Such preciousness in human vessels oft escapes attention So busy as they seem Through life as in a dream Not seeing what they ought to see Love in its full dimensions I love you in the morning And I love you late at night I love you when you’re near me And when you’re out of sight I love you for the things you are And all the things you do Don’t doubt my loves consistency Your love has taken hold of me My love for you will always be One hundred percent true

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