Histrionics
Histrionics...
Considered theatrical and deliberate.
May seem that way,
To those unaccustomed to emotions shown...
By those depicted overacting with flare.
Although a reality spoken is dismissed,
Yet declared...
Too real for some to deal with.
And too much for them to hear.
Especially when it has been made clear,
They have no idea of the connection!
Or if there is an expectation for them to feel,
And give feedback.
Should they applaud?
Or clap in approval?
Or what is it one should do...
Beside stare wide eyed?
Inspired By:
Maurice D. Robertson
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Maurice.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let God Do the Driving
There is so much to receive...
If we let go and accept!
If we let God do the driving...
As we sit back and reflect.
Scenes we had not seen before,
Appear to clear our eyes.
If we become passengers...
On this ride and let God drive.
There is so much to receive...
If we let go and accept!
Isn't it time we get off bumpy roads?
Isn't it time we understand...
The vision of God is best!
Inspired by:
Maurice D. Robertson
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Maurice.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Become Depleted
Hope things are going well with yourself.
And you remain 'connected'
Beyond the mess of imperfections expressed.
By a nesting of delusions...
That have come to rest to infest.
Keep some of that deliciousness,
To further explore a usefulness adored...
And rare.
Share it if you dare.
But do not become depleted.
Inspired by:
Maurice D. Robertson
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Mo...
For all of the gifts and talents you show! '
-Lawrence-
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace, Maurice
Peace,
Maurice.
Lifted by the Sunrise,
Coming from the East.
Energizing throughout the day.
To rest.
As the comfort of deeds done...
Settles you in contentment.
As the Sunset in the West,
Comes.
To leave you pleased...
With all that you've done!
Dedicated To:
Maurice D. Robertson
'Photgrapher extraordinaire.
And jazz buff...
To soothe the airwaves,
From a DJ's chair.
(WWUH-FM, Hartford)
With history of jazz artists...
And more to share! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unified Pursuits
Now that many are awakening,
To see how reality connects and works.
They are wishing to contact those dismissed,
For not being this or that.
And being considered in that past,
As those without identity with a calling them jerks.
And their activities had no connection,
To those living in distressed communities!
Or not being 'real' when efforts they made,
Were ignorantly in need of attack as then perceived.
Times have a way of changing all that!
Now that eyes have been opened wide,
Those caught up in their 'new' discovered truths...
Are curious why those dismissed,
Have no interest in participating in their 'unified' pursuits.
Or retracing...
Those dismissed steps,
They have long ago left!
With a 'Best Wishes' on their peaceful breaths.
And showing not a sign or a hint of regret.
In fact, there is a happiness revealed they reflect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Mistake I Needed To Make
It was a mistake that simply had to be made-
I am stubborn-minded and apt to feel
Dubiety, which persists, unless I am swayed
By experiences, which I live and make real!
Given the gift of retrospection, the err is quite clear;
Though I did not listen to your now-sage advice,
It was due to more than just the spectre of fear-
Failure needed be mine, to render satisfice!
Oh, but to have it to do all over again, -
Where would we be, where but now, we newly begin! ?
Reality makes the hypothetical, now unclear;
We must allow the past to lie, and address the now, and here!
I only know of an ardent love, there all the while-
To opine otherwise would only meet with denial!
-Maurice Harris,2 August 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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With Nary A Word Spoken
With nary a word spoken, still I hear your voice
Naught is there for me, in the way of choice-
For my heart shall ne'er again be still,
As it is you that have made all my dreams fulfill!
Though you are not with me, I assure you of this much:
I shall not be whole until again I feel your tender touch!
Ruminations of thee fill all my days, beauteous
Thoughts of you are nothing but amorous!
One might suggest that I am twitterpated,
Though this invites thought not contemplated:
That it might be not always with me, not abiding-
For to love you, was not of my deciding!
We were led to each other by powers divine,
As sure of this am I as tomorrow the sun shall shine!
Maurice Harris,28 November 2008
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Yet So Very Close
So far...yet so very close,
Is the one I love the most:
Though you are not near,
Still, I hold thee most dear!
Each night, as I do sleep,
Promise of consort I do keep;
Each morning, as I wake,
The glory, reality does take!
It is now mostly fanciful dream-
Omnipotent, real it does seem!
Each day, as I faithfully pray-
Perhaps one closer to that day!
Alas, as my dreams and reality do unite
Nearer still to me, you, I do invite!
Maurice Harris,24 August 2009
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I Am Now A Man Of God
As I sit in Starbucks, down the street from my new home-
And as I allow my thoughts to wander and roam
From Your Reality-as a means of explication-
I am reminded of one salient connection,
With which I have struggled, my entire Existence:
Your Plan cannot be explicated or rationalized!
It took an Angel, who has watched all of THIS from afar-
Who induced out of me-Your Bright, Shining Star-
Acceptance of, and an embrace of, one fact:
No one but You, Heavenly Father, is responsible for one single act
Of compassion, understanding, love, or strength, now gifted to me-
It is I, and I alone, with a heart uplifted, who sees
The very Hand of God, now gifting my dreams;
It is my Gift from You, for the Faith I have shown,
As I suffered indignities, that most have never known-
Not even I may explicate the Wonder of what my life seems!
-Maurice Harris,27 January 2012
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Magnificent Beauty
Magnificent beauty, where for art thou?
Your mind hath failed thee, doth this, allow?
All opined by thee, not of thought, inherent-
Not of thine heart, rather, fragile mind-apparent!
Reckoning day shall soon be before you,
Then perhaps, emotions real, restor'd too!
Counter were your actions, to sayeth very least-
Alas, lurking beneath-a horrible, altered beast!
Utter disappointment, have your actions been-
When the dust doth settle, either, you lose, or you win!
A lesson our children should've ne'er been made privy to-
In large part, made are we of actions, of all we do!
Allow now supplant of reality, for unkind delusion-
Then only, solution appears for your mind's illusion!
Maurice Harris,6 July 2009
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They Do Not Seek Publicity
There are those who give,
With such positivity!
And with just one purpose...
To encourage others.
They do not seek publicity,
For their good deeds.
Nor do they anticipate in waiting,
For those they assist to express appreciation.
They are here to give!
With the service to others,
They do so well.
And those blessings they receive.
Dedicated to:
Andrea Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Shayla Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Leola McCrory...Windsor, Connecticut
Edna Vinters...Bloomfield, Connecticut
Sandra Lindsay...Hartford, Connecticut
Virginia Pertillar...Hartford, Conencticut
'Okay! Okay...so I am biased.
They just happen to be,
Some of the most dynamic women...
I am blessed to know.
Is my smile too broad that it doesn't show? '
So proud am I.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Must Be Numb To Love
Why would you allow fear to drive your happiness away?
How could you allow yourself to change, so much, in one day?
Since when has a man become defined by another?
Why would you transform, from loving partner, to vengeful Mother?
You have cause more pain than you could possibly imagine!
You have cost us both greatly, from this day on!
Lies, ommissions and fantasy, have made me your pawn!
You actually became you own worst nightmare, allow it now to end!
Your false martyrdom is keeping you from what is real;
You must be numb to love, hate is all you feel!
Reality calls you now, please allow for its return-
As for my love, with work, that is something you may again, earn!
Your mind, at times, plays tricks on you-
Aid is all around you, up to you what to do!
Maurice Harris,22 January 2008
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Soon Shall Come Your Bitter Rain
Soon shall come your bitter rain,
Shan't it be the triumph you hoped to gain!
The triumph shall be of the human spirit-
It's percussion such that you'll surely hear it!
A Martyr you surely sought to be,
In it's stead, you have made same, out of me!
Your whole attempt at such, made in deceit,
Once judgment is final, shall my martyrdom be complete!
All happens for a reason, some left unknown-
On that day though, the reason shall be shown!
Ne'er before, perhaps ne'er again, as such
Shall there be, at stake, so very much!
Clearly, your aim and outcome were quite divergent,
Never shall we then know what you really meant!
Maurice Harris,26 July 2008
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With Love In Our Hearts
As real as if God, Himself opined directly-
The truth I espouse is supported, with facts to buttress;
Mistakes made by all, to mine I did confess,
Truth-the only way to deal with this correctly!
Your deceit showed your motivation to be anything but pure-
A disappointment to all was your lack of good sense!
From your actions, immediate, to all those hence-
Sans reality, inherent-inferences negative fade, to be sure!
You mind tried to convince you that your lies were plausible;
You heart has always known that this lay not in fact's realm!
Right now our ship, we both shall man the helm-
With love and understanding, all is possible!
Love in our hearts, we may conquer fears of the mind-
Allowance of time and space leave your ghosts behind!
Maurice Harris,18 June 2008
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With Arms Wide Open
My mind, rife with moments yet to be;
Your absence, I shan't allow to get to me;
My heart, it's lacking again, after a brief respite
From the vigil it has pulled for my beloved, despite
The miles betwixt and with time itself not allaying
Any dolor I may have-though, its needs I am obeying!
My eyes have seen a glory, so now I know it's real;
My soul's capture is complete, it's reality I can feel;
My arms long to nestle thee-I, remiss, for not
Making allowance of your desire, to have-I ought!
WIth arms wide open, I welcome your return;
All the love you need have, sikerly, I shall earn;
Our future shall be written, upon the shoulders of ardor-
This is but the natural order, with which we shan't barter!
Maurice Harris,15 March 2010
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Your Heart-Felt Apology
I may not help that you and I share a last name-
Still, that I have loathed you is a source of much shame;
Our tenuous connection makes me no more to blame
Than any other, yet, I feel so, still the same.
My self-imposed guilt, though without ration or reason,
Has served as my own fragile heart's treason.
From beyond the grave, you have thieved-
For what you stole, many nights I have grieved-
And grieve still I shall, for as long as I may live;
Whence I am able, I shall offer all I may give,
So as to recompense for what you have done-
Your deeds I shan't forget, but my forgiveness you have won.
You are my Father, I am your Son-
I will be your heart-felt apology, as you offered none!
-Maurice Harris,27 December 2010
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The Lessons Of My Past
I must portray a stoic strength on the outside
To hide the immense pain I feel on the inside;
If it were not for the same, I may not know
The depths of which I needed privity, in order to grow;
What came first I wonder, the strength or the pain! ?
Was it a test of that which was already there,
Or perhaps a quality I had need to gain! ?
Either way, I possess not, need to draw compare;
This is a reality with which I live most every day,
My past has changed my futurity in most every way;
It is to this future that I look, with eyes open wide,
With a hopeful heart and a tremendous sense of pride-
The possibilities are as boundless as the sky, vast-
My future is made brilliant, through the lesson of my past!
-Maurice Harris,29 January 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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A Love: Tested By The Faith Of All Men
Walk with me, hold my hand, be for me my friend!
Last it shall, more than all else, until our life doth end!
Forget might you then how you really feel-
Allow me then, your heart, to once again steal!
Allowance made for dreams, now on hold;
Dreams made from reality, is how our's is betold!
Deference of dreams is but a waste-
So too then must we reverse the course, post haste!
Our love, tested by much; More important than this, lest
You should forget, why we are here-though, to never, is best!
I am here and you, there-together, yet distanced!
But to have thought, other than reality, is but for me, a pittance!
Our love, a love: tested by the faith of all men-
Time allows truth's emergence, until we meet again!
Maurice Harris,24 December 2007
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Those whose approval you seek most give you the least.
quote by Maurice Chevalier
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One Day, God Willing
It is only when I finally awaken, I realize
You are not really here-it is my dream's surprise;
It seems so very real, yet my slumber ends
With you still on the other side of the ethereal winds!
I only sleep, so that we may be together,
If I could, I would sleep forever-
Each time, I am more hopeful than the last
That this dream's duality would have passed!
One day, God willing, I shall see
This dream and my reality, meet-
Whence upon awakening, the dream
Is realized, it is now my reality!
But for now, I shall dream still-
I shall make consort with thee, when it is His will!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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Whenever
Whenever your heart avails itself of me;
This is the time that you shall know I am ready!
Whenever you are prime, to accept my undying devotion-
This is when you should embrace the foreign emotion
That is love, in all its gracious glory;
Whenevr you want to offer the world our ardor's story-
Which reads as a classic 'boy meets girl' amative,
With our hearts exalted, in their wondrous narrative!
Whenever you wish a reality, from what is now a wraith-
Whenever you desire the love and hope, built upon faith,
To be put into action, and at last, made to be real;
Whenever you seek the reciprocation of the love you now feel-
This is when your heart and soul become one, with mine-
When two disparate spirits do, at long last, combine!
Maurice Harris,12 May 2011
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