A Floral Fantasization
Lilies of the Valley dance amongst the Sunflowers,
Each ever-blossomed by beauteous, bountiful showers.
Intermittent, zephyrous wind meanders through each-
Bringing their magnificence within their very reach.
An expanse of blue, green, white, and yellow as far as the eye may see:
One compliments the other as well as may be,
With undulating fields of flowers, rolling seemingly forever-
Both are beautiful separately, yet more beauteous still, together!
Perhaps this exists now only upon fanciful mentation,
Yet, its reality's render is my life's solitary vocation;
Should time itself expire before this comes to pass,
I shall be ever-grateful still-but sullen too, as alas
This glory's loss would most certainly be profound-
If fleeted with time or in reality, my floral fantasy shall abound!
-Maurice Harris,30 August 2010
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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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Heart's Elation
Time means naught, it is but a harbinger of the inevitable;
Space means little too, though it limits time together, available!
My amorous wonderment is for a beauteous lady, not a spectre-
She is my muse, my soul's solitary compeer and my heart's protector!
This was once but a dream, yet now is a magnificent reality-
My heart its vessel, yet it pervades through all forms of modality!
It could only ever have been now, it only ever have been her,
I see, where she can not, all the outward beauty, and that within her!
Listen to what you know is truth, be not afraid for its fleeting;
Forever more, please know, our heart's elation bided for our meeting!
We are not like anything either has ever experienced,
We are a pairing as yet wholly unaudienced-
The Heavens shine upon us, with a gleeful pride,
Asking that we use but our heart's elation as our guide!
Maurice Harris,18 April 2010
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Many Ponderances
Many ponderances have I, upon this day of myriad emotion;
How might I, I wonder, garner your heart's unceasing devotion! ?
Might you one day see the glory of the love we do share?
Could you ever accept that you must be most beauteous and fair?
Gather with me, my beloved, in this place, at this time-
Celebrate with me, this glorious love-these emotions, sublime!
Accept your place in my heart, where your safety is ensured;
Follow a fresh-faced boy, through a life, a love, that has endured!
In many forms and in many ways, my love for you is not so new-
My heart's guerdon shielded me, until fate brought me back to you!
May you gain, as I, this assurance: mind, heart and soul, all in accord;
Experience with me, all the jubilation one short life may afford!
You think my love, most fantastic and me, now most fanciful-
One day though, no more-as you embrace our ardor, most bountiful!
Maurice Harris,27 April 2010
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Where Would I Be...?
One day, long, long ago, I dreamt a most beauteous dream!
Though aspiration I know it was, veridical it still doth seem!
Though this be not the part that is most awe-inspiring;
That is reserved for this beauty I am now still admiring!
No departure may be made betwixt reality and semblance,
This verity is the call of my heart, as proof-my adamance!
Nary could one doubt the veracity of such emotions,
Immune to the passage of time, the largest of oceans;
Ne'er to weaken nor wither, nor surely to wane-
Any thought of such, my heart shall ne'er entertain!
What was once but a beauteous dream, now so much more-
I now make consort with the 'dream' I do so much, adore!
That which inspires true awe, may ne'er be torn asunder-
Where would I be if my world were without this wonder?
Maurice Harris,26 August 2009
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The Lonely Road
This is not the way life was supposed to be;
Where is my home sweet home, white picket fence
And happy family, nestled under the shade of a big oak tree?
I cannot even remember a time, whence
I felt even the least bit of normalcy.
Perhaps it was not meant to be-yet, that is giving up-
My life, in many ways has been fallacy,
With only two precious gifts living up
To all they were supposed to be, and ever more.
Alas, the resplendence of these two beauties I may not see,
I may only imagine their grace, and never more!
And in that, I may only fathom what, I may not be!
I did not choose this lonely road,
Nor do I know where it diverged
From the one where happiness is bestowed;
Yet, through it all, I hope I have emerged
From same, a better, more faithful man-
To be sure of things hoped for, and certain of things I cannot see
Is the small part I play in His purposeful plan!
Yet still, I aspire to heights that, for now, cannot be;
This does not mean that I should no longer hope,
Only that I need have hope, through patience;
This is how I am able to cope
With the profound pain of their absence.
Perhaps one day, I will live the glory, and the dream,
Though, for now, I bide, pray, and prepare
For my past's tragedy to render redeem-
A reality that my mind may now only dare!
-Maurice Harris,26 August 2011
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May...
May the Sun continue to gather upon you;
May the light of the Moon be count upon too,
To lead your way, should you need its guide;
May all your wants and needs, find provide!
May flowers continue bloom, more beauteous;
May Heaven's calling bear on still, as duteous!
May nature's madrigal sustain its opus, melodious-
May too, your heart brim with love, yet remain commodious!
May smiles be with you all the time;
May all of your laughter be genuine;
May your heart be gladdened-your soul, uplifted-
For this-and so much more, to me, you have gifted!
May you know without equivocation, this one verity-
You are my soul's solitary compeer-beautiful in its clarity!
Maurice Harris,1 May 2010
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A Hope For Tomorrow
I would very much like you to grow accustomed to my unceasing adoration-
For to covet thee is but my solitary vocation!
It took many a year and several, a time-
Yet, now it seems that you are at once, prime;
I was always ready, though not at all unafeared-
Of the spectre of amorous attraction which had then appeared,
Which called me ever-toward its magnificent resplendence-
I marvel each day at this hitherto elusive transcendence!
Though our parting was my soul's sweetest sorrow,
Its evidence inspires awe, as I ponder tomorrow
And all that it most certainly shall behold-
It is in this futurity's brilliance, our story shall be told;
I am forever endebted and always grateful-
Our amative yet to be, recompense for a life spent, always faithful!
-Maurice Harris,21 November 2010
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I AM, A Testament To Love
I would move mountains, even if for one day,
I were so fortuitous as to have the one, say:
'I love you and I have searched for you all of my days! '
I prayed for its genesis, and now I do, that it stays!
Whether this comes to pass is not now known,
Yet its glory has been foretold and now grown
To be magnificence in need of acceptance;
This is His gift, and we, humble appreciants!
Be not afeared of the love you now hold;
Its power frightens, yet it has been foretold
That our strength is possessed in our faith!
Should we believe, we may create from a wraith,
Something more beauteous, more permanent
Than life itself-I AM, a testament!
-Maurice Harris,19 May 2011
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The Gift, Given; The Life, Striven.
I cannot stay asleep, my soul is stirring like it has, ne'er before;
My heart is alive again, as though it were not e'er, before;
My mind is racing, there is so much I wish to impart,
My lips are quivering, as they wait for my mouth to start
Speaking with the beloved source of all this beauteous agitation-
The entirety of my existence is wholly duteous, to the vocation
That is adoration of same-I am not able to explicate this any more;
Though, I do know however, that as time wends, there shall be many more
Reasons for this adoration, as time and love collect them, as gifts, to me;
I await this verity of my heart to meander back-as I hope it shifts to me
Once again, to never fall asunder again; this is all that, for which my heart,
Mind, and soul most ardently hope-the only way that each may possibly cope
With this most profound loss-as now I have only to keep the faith, and hope
For what I know is to be-my long-sought-for life-to finally start!
-Maurice Harris,14 January 2012
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For My Love For Thee To Cease To Be...
Mountains would need crumble to the vastness of the sea,
All the beauty in nature need cease heretofore, to be-
Not before a way is found for performance of the impossible,
Could an end to my amity even be seen to be plausible!
Flowers should need recess blooming altogether,
Boundless time must come to end, forbearing forever-
The moon, from our dependence, must present surcease:
All conjoint, not adequate to ensure my heart's release!
Felicity and contentment too, must then come to pass,
Naught is there to requite for such, as this, alas-
All that is, shall need end, being-glorious and beauteous,
For, the love you offer me, is mightily magnanimous!
The ubiquitous Heavens above would have, indeed, to fall,
I proffer still further, it may take them happpening-all!
Maurice Harris,4 April 2009
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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
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Eternally Adored
God's mentation surely shorted thee naught-
For if you aren't an Angel, then, to be, thee ought!
He hath bestowed upon thee, eyes most resplendent;
Beyond comprehension-my emotions for thee, transcendent!
The first, when I was very young; Perchance, last whence I, doddery!
As I live my life of wonder, I shall covet thee as my feodary!
Heaven hath no response more beauteous than thee-
Likewise, Earth hath no consort more duteous than me!
Wheresoever you may be, whatsoever you may do-
Whensoever I may have cause to do so, I shall ruminate, of you!
My life was inexorably altered when you sought, then did find, me;
Should you ever doubt your grace, I shall be there, to remind thee!
You are my soul's accompaniment and my heart's reward, -
Perchance, you trust not in forever, yet you shall be eternally adored!
Maurice Harris,8 March 2010
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This Glory Is My Invitation
A new world awaits;
I, in concert with the fates,
Must embrace this journey-
My destiny awaits, for me!
I am not whole here, sans its light-
I shan't allow its fleeting, before my sight;
Stride into this resplendence, I must-
In its ever-benevolent purpose, I trust!
This glory is my invitation;
I await my long-sought elation-
In this place, at this time-
For this viage, I am prime!
This beauteous, life-long somniation
Waits for me, to impart its realization!
Maurice Harris,5 June 2010
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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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My Love's Thrall
As a zephyr, wandering to me from afar-
From my heart to reality you have flown!
Resplendent, my brilliant, omnilucent star-
Through all these years, you have shone!
At long last, you have come back to me-
I implore, take not e'er, your beauty away!
With constancy, my mind ruminates of thee,
Promising fidelity-my heart begs of your stay!
Wander now closer beauteous breeze,
Find in me, your strength, your ardor;
Your bountiful heart too, I shall appease-
Each, for the other, a harmonious barter!
Most magnificent and lasting of them all,
Enraptured am I, in my love's thrall!
Maurice Harris,24 September 2009
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Most Awe-inspiring Of Romances
Misunderstood, from a misunderstanding, Alas
Here though I am, for your scrutiny, yet, through glass;
Present for your perusal, for your edification-
Alone am I here, awaiting my life's justification!
Without you am I, yet, in my heart you reside;
Walketh not in front of me, nor behind, but beside;
Be first my friend, then my love, but always their Mother;
Not would I want nor need anything other!
Always gladdened by life's little surprises;
Ne'er is allowance given to what the ethereal surmises;
Conant struggles betwixt heart and mind
Battle within me most all of the time!
Loveliest of flowers; most beauteous of fragrances-
Our's is the most awe-inspiring of romances!
Maurice Harris,13 December 2007
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Fret Not, My Beloved
Fret not, my beloved, for you are always with me;
This is my beauteous reality, not just a myth-be
Not there a moment whence thee are not present;
My darling, you are a gifting that is truly Heaven sent!
You occupy my thoughts, every single day and each solitary night,
Ne'er do I need want, to have you within my most humbled 'sight'!
Each dream I have seems to contain thee therein;
Upon awakening, I am brought to a reality, wherein
I long for thee still, as your presence is now passive-
Vexed not though, is my heart and its allegiant amative;
For, I am inspired not only by what now is, but
What is yet still, to be-for, no matter what
I simply must abide by the call of my heart and soul-
To be the mate of your's, their all-consuming goal!
You exist in the rainbow's hues, after a Summer rain;
That I am not now ever-enamored with thee, I could ne'er feign!
You are the figure I see, in Spring's billowed clouds,
My mind-my fragile heart's tutelar, now longer enshrouds,
Like the Winter wants for snowfall, I now want for thee;
Words are bereft to explicate what thou art, for me!
As the Fall sees to the annual arboreal renewal,
I shall see to all the wants and needs of my Guzel (g'zool) !
Maurice Harris,18 March 2010
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Though I Am Not Now With Thee
Each night, as I lay me down to sleep,
Ever-mindful of the promise I shall keep,
I pray for respite in my heart's lament,
Needing just a glimpse of the magnicifent
And beauteous creations, made in my own image-
If but only for a brief time, to take in their visage!
Nothing, nor anyone may alter my faith, inexorable;
Nor too may they change one simple fact, inescapable-
I am their Father, I should not have to beg or plead
For their consort and pleasance! ! But for one need
Have I, one all-consuming lacking-once a glory, now a void!
Time and their company only may rebuild what you destroyed!
Though I am not now with thee, know this please:
I have an emptiness in my heart only you may appease!
Maurice Harris,24 April 2010
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Beauty, No Longer Seen
Beauty, no longer seen; love, no longer shown;
Yet, I honor this beauty, with a love that has always grown!
An iniquitous world keeps us apart-
Silence is all I have-yet, I wish to impart
My deepest and most profound sense of pride,
Upon mentation of your absence-woe, I have tried!
My heart-rending lamentation knows not, cease-
Until our consort shall again render its release;
Days are no longer days; life, no longer life-
With your continued absence, I see only continued strife;
I want only this heartache to take its leave-
Then only, may I begin to properly grieve-
To let go of all that I have lost-
With nearly all, including my very life, the cost!
-Maurice Harris,18 November 2010
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I Covet Not Only You
My every day, whether awake or engaged in somniation,
Certainly includes much in the way of lofty aspiration;
Beauteous dreams only-not my reality-
Yet, the former foretells their future duality:
In them, we have lived our wondrous life
Myriad ways, yet always as Husband and Wife!
I await this extraordinary futurity,
With a hopeful heart and a focused maturity;
I am enamored with you because I am supposed to be-
Unabashed, I celebrate same with all, yet, guard it close to me;
I may no longer deny, nor may I hide-
Verily, it has served as a tremendous source of pride;
I covet not only you, due your incomparable beauty,
But, also the man I am made from same-both my solemn duty!
-Maurice Harris,30 December 2010
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