A Eulogy (For Memories Past)
Soon, this regrettable experience shall be in the past;
While there are memories which are sure to last,
I hope to leave behind, all that I am able-
Circumstances around which, Aesop could fashion a fine fable;
That said, there is perhaps even more, still unknown
As I prepare to leave here, as I came-all alone!
Perhaps, as the past fades, into utter inconsequence,
The future will marry my imagined magnificence!
A heart, full of hope and lots of faith, is all I shall take
From here with me, to help fashion the future I shall make,
From the ashes of a past I am not allowed to forget-
Into the all-empowering abyss, go memories I am not too proud to forfeit,
For the sake of both my health and my sanity,
The death eulogized with one last profanity!
-Maurice Harris,12 October 2011
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Hoping Of Happy New Year
Hoping of happy New Year
The year has passed
The New Year has arrived
All the pains sadness and angriness has become past
All the happiness, sweetness and love has arrived
All the sickness, Madness and childness has gone
All the matureness, intelligence and hopes has arrived
My all the things are now my past
My all concentration is just focusing on future
New Year has arrived with hope
A hope of goodness in everything
A hope that my country will be in peace
A hope that all problems may come with a simple solution
May my all the relations become more sweet and loveable?
May my all pathetic memories be just past
May my life be quite simple
May my life be full of joy
Past year is a past don’t matter what was it
But the future is unknown and unseen
Don’t know that what will happen
Just hope that everything will be good and ok
So I hope that every hope will not just hope
Hope we can say next year with hope that Happy New Year
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My Temporary Home
I can put up photographs of loved ones
And other familiar items, when I need some,
But this will never be more than my temporary home!
Here, in the land of prodigal sons,
I hope I never just assimilate;
All I have to do is time-nothing more!
Long ago, I accepted that my fate
Would be decided by looking past this, to something more!
Never once was a really given a choice,
But I am determined to give my future a voice
That erases regrets of the past, and to have none new-
I wish to better the lives of loved ones, and to have one, too!
This is but my temporary home, I hope for one, more permanent,
With faith and hope, I may help Him to determine it!
Maurice Harris,19 July 2011
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Time and Experience
I found the past in my present
I built the future on my past
I found the gift of today
When I thought about what
The future has to offer
Where is the wisdom in experience
If there is no folly in wisdom
What's the real meaning of death
If our spirits live forever
Times never change
But circumstances do
I'll let mystery play with the future
Surprises couple with the present
And experience mourn the past
Because sun always rises from the east
And each day always comes to an end
Experience is not chained to wisdom
Nor is folly tied to bad results
But to the circumstances that burden
Our past, present and future because
Time is always anxious for the future
Experience loves the present
And wisdom never divorces the past
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Never Again (The Last Day)
I left it with you, and hope that you have looked after
The portion of my heart responsible for laughter
And smiles-as here, there is none to be had,
No reason for jollity, no cause to be glad!
Tommorow is the first day of the rest of my life-
I will leave 'today' with the rest of my strife-
In the past, where it belongs, and where it shall stay!
I look forward only to 'tomorrow', as my first 'today'!
I do not know what to expect; expectations are lost upon me-
Never again will I be subject to this pain, nor its cost, upon me,
Which has tolled deeply and left me scarred!
Never again shall I let down my guard,
Nor allow the past to haunt me, ever again;
I will never be left vulnerable-no, never again!
-Maurice Harris,23 October 2011
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Aspiration Of A Future, To Efface The Past
I need use my mind's eye, to see you;
I've no access to photographs, no way to see to
A remembrance of you, except in this way!
I long to once again be graced by you-I've dreamt of this day
Many, many times, so that I may at long last
Look beyond a most tragic consequence of my past:
Namely, that I allowed fear to make a decision
That I have lived to regret every day, since its commission!
May God again grant both of us with the other's consort-
This alone seems to befit or comport
With the wants of my heart, soul, and mind-
You, my beloved, are the memory I could not hope to leave behind!
In a world of glorious imperfection, you are as perfect as I could hope you to be,
I pray to God each night, to divine your 'perfection', to me!
Maurice Harris,20 July 2011
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A Conflict Between Love And Hate
Years ago and a world away from here,
There was the naive man I used to be-
A man, who steadfastly refused to see
That you were the very last woman that I should have come near!
In retrospect, it is the worst decision I ever made,
Except for the one precious gift you cannot take away!
But for her, thoughts of you would not take a day
Of my precious time; I have ardently prayed
For a resolution to this conflict, between love and hate-
That I may forgive you for all that you have done,
And move past the hatred that continues to complicate
The quest of a Father, to make his Daughter number one!
For the sake of her alone, I try to leave hate in the past,
To forget all the reasons for same that I have amassed!
-Maurice Harris,30 July 2011
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Scars May Fade
With an eye to the future, I must accept my past;
Lessons learned tragically will ensure they last,
That I may never forget what now is most prescient;
Though scars may fade, my anguish remains, extant
In a far disparate form than it once had;
Though, in the future, where I was once sad,
I shall surely brim over with jollity-
Yet shan't allow forget of this egregious inequality
That has so permanently altered my world;
As though into the path of a speeding freight train, I was hurled,
Without concern for my right to protection-
So, no, I shall not forget, e'en if correction
Is made, so as to make for proper redress;
This is something that my mind shall always address!
-Maurice Harris,24 May 2011
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1,000 Nightmares, Since I Dreamed
You were all I ever wanted, yet, fear was my nemesis;
I stand now before you, undaunted, due the amorous armor that is the emphasis
Of the ardor I do now feel, deep in my soul!
For a second chance, I beg of you-
With it, we may recompense for what time and circumstances stole.
I only ask because I love you
And need to know you are aware
That in my most lofty aspiration,
Of my longed-for future, you are there,
To serve as my futurity's inspiration!
I know I should have listened then,
But did not, because I knew not how;
I lament that I did not listen when
Your heart begged of mine, but I listen now!
You are far too noble to express regret,
Yet, I may not claim such nobility;
My heart disallows that I forget,
Thus, I was not gifted this ability!
The past is gone, no one may now, change it;
I may only look now to the future,
With the hope that I may arrange it
To include you, as my broken heart's suture!
I have lived 1,000 nightmares, since I dreamed;
It has been many a Moon, since it seemed
I was safe, as when content in your arms-
Since I was happy, as when beguiled by your charms!
Only we may turn back time, and only if we work together-
Together, we may love one another, for the rest of forever!
-Maurice Harris,7 August 2011
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My Faith
My Faith is all I need: it allows all that I believe;
There are no limits, so long as my heart and mind may conceive.
Surely it has been tested-necessary to know it exists-
Yet, when the calamitous clouds clear, its strength persists.
Faith is my only refuge, through a long, lonely night-
In an otherwise perpetual darkness, Faith is my only light!
This is all the aid I need, to suffer through any travesty-
Faith is my salvation, as I exalt in His Majesty!
Faith is my dream weaver, as I aspire to greater height:
The strength I possess, should I need to exercise might;
It resides in the safety of my heart, soul, and mind
And allows that I may leave even most grievous pain, behind;
Faith shines, upon my ultimate earthly destinations-
It is answer to all-past sorrows, current concerns, and future jubilations!
-Maurice Harris,8 February 2011
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Eternal Spring
Be not afeared of the future, lament not the past-
Look now to the glory before you and see to its last;
Mate not with doubt, use faith to cease its loom-
Your fortune is an eternal Spring, allow its bloom!
Trepidation should not be causal to a glory's vanish-
The future is decided not by fear's utter banish,
Yet, by staring it in the face, and acting according
To what shall, in spite of fear, offer glory's affording!
Thought contrary shall see to absolutely naught,
Except what you were afraid to do, you ought!
Ruminate not of what may stand in your way,
Ponder upon what is there, and shall stay;
Do not allow your elysian futurity's languish
By dwelling in the pall of your past's anguish!
Maurice Harris,7 June 2010
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Melancholy Song
A melancholy song plays
reversing the future to the past
along a wasteland
of invisible dotted lines
filled with haunted pits
where no one should ever enter.
From a future full of promise
to a past full of uncertainty
where the weeping willow sways
under a mournful wind
as the melancholy song
drags the past to the future
so misery can rein again.
11 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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The Master Of My Own Fate
The horizon has recessed out of view;
The futurity again wears its rainbow of hues,
Which allows that it assumes the shape that we choose-
This is something that we could never do,
Under the weight of a past that others chose;
What is to be again, no one truly knows;
Though, planted in the spectre of the recent past's shadow,
This seed of faith is sure to take hold, and grow.
Nothing is taken for granted, nor expected any longer,
Except for a fundamental faith, which is stronger
Each and every day-from this point forward,
This is the resplendent goal I reach toward!
Not a moment too soon, nor too late-
I am once again the master of my own fate!
-Maurice Harris,21 October 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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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
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Memories will always remind
People say that you have to let go of the past if you want to make it to the future,
Truth is that you will make it to the future but your memories will never fade,
Even the ones that a special person has given you,
That you just can`t earse,
Memories are one of the best things a person can have because its something to look back on for as long as you live,
Memories are ever lasting,
A story to tell,
So hold on to those memories,
For in the future as well
poem by Shanice A. Rodriguez
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Past-Present-Future
They spend no time together
Yet they're relatively linked
These three birds of a feather
Who march through time in sync
Present is right now
Past is just before it
Future rightly vows
Nothing will detour it
The past flies by too fast
It's movement so incessant
And with a final gasp
Bestows on us the present
The past is understood
When at present we look back
Most memories are good
But some do sadly lack
For the time that's yet to be
The future, as it's known
Let's prepare it present-ly
With good memories all it's own
poem by Stanley Cooper
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Constant Time
Time past and the future give way to this present picture,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
Giving way to new grains to make a portrait of the present,
These past memories stay deep in our heart like the depths of the ocean,
Though it gets washed back to shore ones in a blue moon,
Reminding us that our past is a standard measurement of our strength,
Time moves so fast making the past to fade away,
this makes us seem so secured about the present,
Forgetting the fact that our present becomes our past that was once a present from nature as a new day,
Some take the future to be a dream and a wish,
But I take my future to be what I see when I stand from the bottom of the mountain to look at the top,
And my past to be the depth of the ocean that can always be washed ashore …
The only thing I can control is my present,
Yes cos my mind controls my hands to give you a flash of what goes on in my head
Like this words i write to you was once my future and will become my past, making my future my past and my past my future..So ironical isn’t it?
Standing here I sure know 1 thing,
I will reach the top by that foot path,
Yes of course it’s not to mean that I wouldn’t fall,
But I have to break myself off my present past and walk with grace to stand where I belong,
There where I am the king of my destiny,
The past is just going to be a page of memories,
And my future will become my present making time constant in my head,
Because I stand on my past which was once my present and my present which was once my future, making time equal and constant
As I flip thru this page of life,
By: ade
poem by Adeniran Oluokun
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Dimension Merge
For us the past has gone and the present moves on
into the yesterday of a future’s present time.
Despite living in the future’s past this will not last,
present and future will very soon combine.
Future or dimension, to some a misapprehension,
but they are one in the same.
If there’s more than one, they will follow on
to leave one, with it’s present name.
On merging we’ll realise we’ve no future to recognise,
and the past and present is all we’ll know.
The past will still be renewed, with each day used,
but the future will mean only tomorrow.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Truism Sonnet
Truisms become truth, as justice become adjudication;
Knowledge becomes reality, and reality, life's education!
My heart has stopped beating since 2007, that Veteran's Day;
Ached has it since, more than I could ever say!
Our life together, so amazing, so true;
Our family, together, so beauteous and new;
Though, KMKG is what we may be proclaimed:
Kristina, Maurice, Kalina and Gabriella, who we are, in name!
What is past is prologue, or so it may be said;
What is past affects us, until are days are dead;
What is past never ceases, nor leaves us alone;
What is past ne'er halts, until we have truly grown!
Whensover my love, you allow past to leave us-
Then only my beloved, will you truly see us!
Maurice Harris,8 December 2007
poem by Maurice Harris
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The Past, the Future
This is my future
this is what I want
I know this feeling
never once fulfilled
but I say to myself
I know this feeling
this time it's stronger,
this time I feel it
growing in my heart
I know
this is my future
this is what I want
to forever feel this love
growing in my heart
I know how much she loves me
she knows I love her
or at least she tries.
its hard for her, I know.
her heart closed up
from love gone wrong,
a long time ago
but I'm telling you now
you cant change the past,
but you can change the future,
and that is what I'm going to do
make a new future,
everything she hoped for.
I know she cant forget the past, and
neither can I.
but I only hope,
i can make the future better.
because this is what I want,
she is who I want to spend
the rest of my life with.
and to heal her heart,
all I ask,
Is to make the future,
better than the past.
poem by Forever Gone
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Past vs. Future
Thinking of the past
or looking at
the future. Is one
better for the mind
than the other? Does
one satisfy more than the other?
Which is better, to know
the past or guess about the future?
If we live in the past do
we forget about the future or
if we live in the future do
we forget about the past?
Will this make us love or
hate ourselves more or less.
poem by Wayne Bowen
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