Amorous Verity
'I love you! ', this is all I really wish to say-
Yet, my want to drink in your beauty increases every day;
Oh yes! -then there is the fact of my incessant rumination
Upon your every aspect, and resolve toward our determination.
Then again, as I pause, to further ponder-
I may not count as uninspiring, any facet of your angelic wonder:
Many pages may be filled, with many words written,
To endeavor to elucidate the degree to which I am smitten;
'I adore you! '- to hear these words I am sure is quite nice-
Yet, to encapsulate my ardor, it does not even approach suffice!
If you should allow that I, indeed, may-
I shall endeavor most ardently, in every possible way,
To further evice you of but one point, most salient:
You are the amorous verity, for which I am the most dutiful appreciant!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Most Ardently, Most Passionately
I love you most ardently, in everything that I do-
I love you most passionately-yet, how might this be true! ?
The way you talk, your voice, those lips of crimson red;
The way you walk-I pay homage to the ground upon which you tread;
Only what you give to me is that which you promise me-
You know that you owe me naught, but to treat me honestly!
I know not bound, nor limit, to how much I loveth thee-
Nor may I count the myriad ways in which I covet thee;
They are both innumerable, as is their origin, Empyrean-
Naught may serve, not even the most beautiful sonnet, Shakespearean-
To properly explicate, to any, the depths of my ardor;
Words may not suffice as such, to enlightenment's barter!
As words surely fail, perhaps my actions make, for others, real-
What it is that I most ardently, most passionately, feel!
-Maurice Harris,27 Spetember 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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I See...
I oft ruminate upon what shall surely be-
I shall now proffer the glory of what I do see:
I see sunny days, with skies, bereft of cloud,
Wondrous emotions, I could not hope to shroud;
I see my jollity, exposed, for the world to behold,
I see a life, wherest the path is paved with gold!
I bear witness to my heart made to be weak,
Whence I ponder, the love, that for so long I did seek!
Yet, fortified am I, by this very same beauty-
Constancy of adoration, shall be my solemn duty!
I am but a man, yet with thee, a King, you, my Queen,
As I ponder upon what shall be, even what has been!
I count myself most fortuitous-thee, most beautificent star,
I shall covet thee, no matter of distance-near to me, or far!
Your's is a beauty, more than all else, rarified-
So too then, shall same be, by me, glorified!
I shan't be remiss-to watch my star, idly fall,
I simply must answer this-my heart's urgent call-
To dutiful action...paint me selfish, or even self-serving-
Yet, to drink in your resplendence, I am most deserving!
Ne'er shall I have even hoped, to have been prime,
For it was ne'er my choosing whence it was my time-
This was written long ago, in His very own hand,
It is only for my embrace, ne'er for me to understand!
I envision a world filled with myriad, beauteous emotion-
The celebration of such, shall be my life-long devotion!
Obligation is owed to you, for this and so much more,
For, you are this beauty I do so very much, adore!
Maurice Harris,25 January 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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Anonymous Letter Left At The Tomb Of The Unknown Soldier, Memorial Day 2010
Upon this day of poignant reflection, we are humbled by your sacrifice;
No measure of recompense doth any possess which may serve to satisfice-
Our very liberty hath been your precious gift-your dutiful life, its price-
Our humble gratitude is all we have, no manner of quittance would suffice!
Our Forefathers advented Liberty, yet your loss saw to its abiding;
Countless men and women still, much like you, cease its subsiding;
Your life of honor and duty, for country-this shall ne'er perish-
In our hearts and minds, upon this day and all others, we cherish
Every solitary liberate moment, which you have given and ensured;
The most selfless sacrifice-your safeguard guaranteed Liberty endured!
'I can not say and I will not say that he is dead - He is just away! ' **
You live still; Your dutiful life inspires men and women to this very day;
The obligation owed to you is immeasurable-words may ne'er convey
Our gratitude for your service and sacrifice-though we endeavor all we may!
**(James Whitcomb Riley, 'He is Only Away')
Maurice Harris,27 May 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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A Prayer To My Heavenly Father, For My Beloved.
You have ardently prayed for what you now shun;
Your amorous recital has not even begun,
And shan't, unless you begin to realize that the ghost
You now chase is really extinct, and the love you covet the most
Presents before you now, in ways that you do not now, even know;
Your heart is strong, stronger than you would ever allow to even show
To the world, because you are afeared that they will view you oppositely;
I assure you beloved, once the world becomes privy to the ardor that we two know,
They shall celebrate with us, the madrigal that is our love, and shall, most postively!
Once you are privy to this most prescient verity, then only shall you allow to grow,
Both your capacity to love completely, as well as your acceptance of the fortitude
That has been extant within you all along-then only, the Divine Gratitude
You have shown to our Heavenly Father in the very recent past,
Will shine through again and embolden you-to allow our love, to everlast!
poem by Maurice Harris
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I am the ruin-er of all dreams
The darkest of angels so it seams
Lock me away forever
This is my second endeavor
In a room without a key
No longer can I ruin your dreams
No lights, no points, no knifes
No point to wait till the end of my life
Eyes to dilate to there peak
To return to normal never again
No point it's lost all away
With the willing loss of every friend
Unknowing of what else to do
I shut this all down because of you
I quite it all every temptation
To show you your true loves discretion
I hate the fact you take it as
A loss of love a loss of life
But all it is is just a sense
Of how hard I really really try
You do not see the love I have
I shut it off I quite it all
To show you that I really try
But off the cliff I slip and fall
It does not matter to myself at all
For you are all that's left I care
I try to show you speak it out
But a lack for the words I am without
You will not trust
You say I lie
If that's how you feel
I wish to die
Because if they don't work
Then I can not deal
Without my words
I am unreal
poem by Matt Burgett
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Come With Me, My Beloved
Your smile: brighter than a thousand suns;
Will it answer each time my heart beckons?
Your eyes: more telling than a thousand epic tales;
Will they see the love I have for thee, and see it prevails?
Your heart: more giving than a thousand philanthropists;
Will it allow for its own guard, lest you shall be remiss?
Your soul: the mate to mine own, evidenced from our genesis;
Will you allow for its rebirth, as I, honoring our mutual symbiosis?
E'er I endeavor, still yet, I shan't explicate more vividly than to say-
I do so adore thee, surely more than words, and shall more, each day!
Ne'er could I have gathered such awe-inspiring emotions as these,
My mind hath affirmed its verity, and my heart surely agrees!
Come with me, my beloved-our wondrous world, true, doth await-
I shall love thee more, each day more than the last, without abate!
Maurice Harris,13 December 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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Actions Are Sentiments' Verity
Words are but mere lexicon, actions are sentiments' verity;
Where words may serve merely to confound, actions bring clarity;
Actions are the truth, to which words may only portend-
Actions make real, what was once only pretend.
Do not tell me, show me-then I will know;
Do not say you love me, allow the love you profess, to show!
Words tell a story of intentions, actions are their proof-
Do not express a desire for ardor, then remain aloof!
Would you believe I love you if I told you, or more if I show you! ?
After all we have been through, this proof is the least I owe you.
I utter no words before my actions are taken or readied-
I express no sentiment before my heart is inspired and steadied;
When I say 'I love you', it is affirmation of the actions I am willing to take;
When I say 'I love you', it is proof of the sacrifices I am willing to make!
poem by Maurice Harris
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I Wrote A Poem I Could Not Write
I wrote a poem I could not write-
And then when I tried to write it again
Could not write it again -
Poems written and not written
Words and more words
What do they mean?
Paradoxes and games with words
What do they mean?
If there is Beauty in the language
It is one thing
But words just to hear themselves think,
Why should they mean ‘Remembrance'?
Oh Words oh Questions oh Darkness oh Life-
Let me write myself to the grave
Believing at least
That poems too even when they can be written
Have their small unhidden meanings.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Beauty
I could say she’s very lovely
Her complexion as smooth as silk
There’s no doubt in its verity
but she’s of a different ilk.
No words can express her beauty
To try would be a futile whim
The words would be a blaspheme-
To parrot them would be a sin.
Frenchmen would say vous êtes beau
A hackneyed phrase she heard before;
Italians, siete bello
Same old phrase from a different shore.
The fact is, her” beauty is truth”-
An ephemeral time of youth.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Lover
I scattered your words across the beach tonight
under a three quarter moon
while gentle waves lapped at my toes
and the whole evening seemed to vibrate
The words, you had written urgently
on plain white paper
so filled with emotion
and longing
astounded me; resounded in my soul
The love you spelled out so plainly
I never knew
a feeling so raw, the depth of your heart
And it was then I tore the pages from your notebook
tore and scattered them into the thick, salty August night
sorry I had found them
words to break my heart
those achingly beautiful words
written for another lover
poem by Gainor Ventresco Laney
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Sonnet: Poetic Limits
Can words depict the true beauty of things?
Can words describe the truth of every scene?
Can words expound the hearts of all earthlings?
Can words decode the joy of things unseen?
Can words bring out the beauty of music?
Can words suffice to explain mysteries?
Can words repaint the beauty of a ‘pic’?
Can words spell out the taste of foods/berries?
And yet, the poet slogs with words and sounds;
With mastery and skills, unique, unknown;
And takes the reader’s hearts to divine grounds,
Or earthly terrains akin to their own.
Kudos to Bards! Who pen and sing supreme,
To create things felt/seen or in a dream.
9-21-2002
poem by John Celes
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She (On he's perspective)
She is perfect in her own little way,
Just to see her smile gives me reason to stay
Her serene eyes always apprehend my attention;
Leaving me staggered and feeble.
The way she talks, so firm yet gentle,
With lips so supple, it can dazzle.
Her voice, it brings ease to my ears
Singing melodies that I long to hear.
Her hair looks good in any trend,
She does it all in an effortless matter.
She has this aspect which I never figured-out
A facet that makes her stand-out from the crowd.
Personality-wise, she is fun to be with,
Every second is worth-while, I wish time was infinite.
I have never been in love like this before,
It's just you who I really adore.
She is love, the reason behind all this poetry,
I'll have to find ways to decipher this mystery.
I am just a dreamer, immortalizing her through words,
Simply, she is the reason behind all of my works.
poem by Art Aquino
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Fly Me To The Moon
Poets often use many words
To say a simple thing
It takes thoughts and time and rhyme
To make a poem sing
With music and words I've been playing
For you I have written a song
To be sure that you'll know what I'm saying
I'll translate as I go along
Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what Spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling kiss me
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for evermore
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for evermore
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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An Angel Appeared, Again
I asked God to send me an Angel, and He did;
Perhaps afeared of Her own status, She hid
When I told Her that I adore Her;
She appeared again-so, here we are-
She before me, and I, before Her;
Though neither of us may see quite that far,
We both now seem willing to embrace our combined futurity
As pre-destined to gift the jollity we ardently desire!
Perhaps it is a sign of our new-found maturity,
That neither of us are afraid to express what our hearts admire!
I love someone, and because of same, set Her free;
Now I pray, that in His wisdom, He will let Her be
The one about which my heart has foretold-
The one upon which my mind ruminated, and my spirit extolled,
As the singularly unique mate, for my embattled soul;
The only one who may pick up the pieces, to make me whole!
God, in His infinite wisdom, only knows,
As my curiosity about same, only grows!
If I but could expose Her to my heart's ardor,
Then I might garner more clout in this amorous barter!
These thoughts are too much; the dubiety, too great-
I wish too know all now, not to hesitate
And wait, for it all to unfold, before me!
I need for the embrace of the Angel who does adore me!
Angel, beautificently inspired, if You may hear me,
Answer my prayers and avow You want to be near me!
Tell me that, at long last, the wait is over, and the time, nigh-
For our hearts to consort, and our souls to ally!
poem by Maurice Harris
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In Other Words
(bart howard)
Poets often use many words
To say a simple thing.
It takes thought and time amd rhyme
To make a poem sing.
With music and words i've been playing
For you, i have written a song.
To be sure that you'll know what i'm saying,
I'll translate as i go along...
Fly me to the moon,
And let me play among the stars.
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars.
In other words,
Hold my hand.
In other words,
Darling, kiss me.
Fill my heart with song,
And let me sing forever more.
You are all i long for,
All i worship and adore.
In other words,
Please be true.
In other words,
I love you.
~interlude~
Fill my heart with song,
And let sing forever more.
You are all i long for,
All i worship and adore.
In other words
Please be true.
In other words,
I love you.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Words
Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer
Written by Sara Fielder © 2011
poem by Sara Fielder
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Behold, I adore beauty
Beauty is warm and cold
Beauty is black and bold
Beauty is different for us all I am told
Beauty I would love a chance to mould
Beauty gives the finest pleasure I am told
Beauty can be bought and sold
To the one and only highest bidder
While it graciously glitters like gold
I adore beauty
Oh! How I adore beauty with a passion
I adore beauty with every last breath
Beauty itself is not exempt
From the laws of birth and death
It experiences the joys of being young and old
Blossoming each day in early youth
Maturing adoringly each day with age
Behold, I adore beauty
Oh! How I adore beauty with a passion
Beauty is something I would like to hold
Where there is too much ugly
I can bring it out of a drawer and unfold
Spread it around the entire household
Without worrying about getting a scold
Behold, I adore beauty
Oh! How I adore beauty
When out on a nightie
Quite hungry and thirsty
And you drink the last drops of milk
From a beautiful chest that is busty
I would say, that itself is a faculty of beauty
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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She Is My Heavenly Proffer
Perhaps once in thine own life, if truly fortuitous,
Ye shall gain privity to a beauty, as I, whose glorious
Resplendence shines-as a beacon, through all my hours-
A beauty so rarified it doth astound and overpowers
The senses at times! Though she doth dwell many a mile
From whence I am, still, I am greeted at all times-by her smile!
Should my life's flame be doused, right here and now,
I shan't have cause to aspire further-as this I avow:
I have glimpsed Heaven-in her eyes, it doth reside-
Not to speak slight of the Empyrean Kingdom, nor deride;
I have seen her truth, and simply must, to it, attest;
She is cause for me to know, I am most and truly blessed!
No matter of love or affection shall serve to suffice-no, not nearly;
Nothing shall ever be proper grace for the one I love most dearly!
My life until now hath been wanton of a love worthy of what I have to offer-
No longer need I search for same, obligation owed to God's greatest proffer!
Our consort was a divine providence, of this, you may be assured;
My soul hath now its compeer; My heart's everlasting guard, secured!
I must see this glory e'er closer still-to this end, I shall do what I must;
All my hopes and dreams-all the faith I have in my heart-to her, I do entrust!
'Lord, as Thou hast given unto me, this magnificent, glorious covenant,
I shall endeavor dutifully to pay it proper honor, as I remain allegiant! '
My amorous wonderment knows not bound, whence she is concerned-
For she doth embody all that for which my life, entire, I have yearned!
As this singularly magnificent night gives way to the dawn of a new day,
There is but one truth I know and shall endeavor evermore, to convey:
She is my Heavenly proffer, given unto me as proof of His divine inspiration-
She-the solitary source of my mind, heart and soul's panoply of elation!
Maurice Harris,24 May 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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Beware Words Written
words celebrating what is written
beware allure of beauty in words written
seek instead words thoughts not written
words not written thoughts not written
themes not written which need to be written
the importance of the unwritten demands writing
important world needs consciousness needs writing
urgent global necessity issues demands needs writing
actions resolutions policy change harmony restoration needs writing
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Success in any endeavor depends on the degree to which it is an expression of your true self.
quote by Ralph Marston
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