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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Our Love, Stronger Than Any Fear
Do you know how lucky you are? Had you been any other,
I say this not merely because you are my children's Mother!
You have shown me though, all I need to see,
I have loved you as I have no other, you too, for me!
You are the love of my life, I need not anything else;
You give me a elevated sense of mine own self!
Love me as you used to and I shall no longer perturbed-
Love me now, as then-as though our love, left undisturbed!
Fear away fear, leave her be-you've no longer a place!
No longer do you hold court over her actions, her mind!
You have left her surely-she has left you behind!
No longer may you, our love, away, chase!
Our love is stronger, still, than is any fear;
My love, with me, whether I am there, or here!
Maurice Harris,20 March 2008
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A Book, Never Read
Many, many years ago, I experienced a loss most profound;
Now I view the same as a blessing-a dichotomy to confound;
I no longer need solace; I no longer grieve-
Any sense of loss I may have felt, I begged its leave;
I think not of moments lost; nor of a life, without;
My mind has removed, forever and always, any doubt:
For, my most heart-wrenching loss is now my gain;
My heart's poignant relief, supplanted its deepest pain!
Nary hath a moment come, since this day of change,
Where my former sense of loss, seemed anything but strange;
I am begotten from what I lost, though there, it ends;
I live my life with this knowledge, no matter where it sends
Me, or any other I may love-for, he is now and ever, dead-
Gone forever, forgotten completely-as though a book, never read!
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Destruction, Divined
No longer missed and no longer needed-
Like the once-passionate call of the heart
That is now, sadly, no longer heeded!
If there were anything that I wished to impart
To this world, it would be a presence that mattered;
I have nothing, except that which seems ethereal-
The remnants of a once-enviable life, now battered
By events that defy explication, but are all too real!
I now query what I used to take as given;
All that, for which my whole life I have striven
Was plundered, absconded or otherwise destroyed;
Was this indeed something I could not avoid! ?
I suppose so-that is the enigma of God's great Mystery!
I pray that I am made stronger because of this history!
Maurice Harris,18 July 2011
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The Sky Cries
The sky cries, and the sky doth rejoice-
To my self-blame, I had to say goodbye-
For my life's sake, I had not a choice-
My sky saw its 'twilight', I was not prime!
The former is not a place for me,
Alas, in this realm, I was emplaced;
Lovely is the sky now before me-
All the torment it hath erased!
Lurk no longer, skies of greyish doom-
I refuse to dwell any longer where you loom;
Blue skies, ablaze in rays of gold-
Allow release, the 'warmth' I now hold;
I have seen days, both glorious and dreary-
I want for this glory, yet I am so very weary!
Maurice Harris,1 March 2010
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The Kinds Of Longing I Had Once And The Kinds Of Missing
THE KINDS OF LONGINGS I HAD ONCE AND THE KINDS OF MISSING
The kinds of longings I had once
And the kinds of missing
Are no longer mine-
Love and the pain of love
Desire for her which could drive me insane
Wondering how I could live
If she would not let me touch her
Wondering how I could be in this world
If she would not want to be with me-
All that pain and all that beauty
All that being so intensely alive
Is not where I can be anymore-
The kind of love a young man feels
I will never feel again-
And while there is sadness in the absence,
There is also the sense
That I no longer know what it is I was
When I loved her so so much
I could not even begin to think of my life without her.
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Her hand I can no longer clutch
Her hand I can no longer clutch
Those languorous eyes I no longer see
Her limpid limbs I no longer touch
Her lover I can longer be
Capricious life has taken from me
The sweetest scent of sensuous life
The scent of my love, the lady behind ebony
So am left starving, grieving with strife
Winning no battles, fighting a war of attrition
I reach for an illusion of her fainting beauty
Till reality of life comes in to fruition
And all I am left with is an illusion of she…
No life can be life without the love of her
My eyes fill with tears all I see is a blur
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Dreams' Allusion To A Reality Yet To Be
Yet another holiday has been robbed from us
By iniquity masked very crudely, as justice;
My aspiration will meet with a fanciful fruition,
When I no longer need paternal intuition
To paint the picture that is you, in all your glory-
When I no longer need a pen, to tell a story
Of my grievous pain, in the face of your absence,
But rather, am allowed to revel in the grace of your pleasance;
We must bide still my beloved Daughter, until it is that time-
Until our Gracious Father decides that we are prime,
For the consort long, long ago waylaid;
We have done our part, with a faith that never strayed
And need only for the wait to be concluded-
So our reality becomes that, to which our dreams have only alluded!
-Maurice Harris,24 April 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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I Am No Longer
i am no longer the girl who sits alone
i am no longer the girl without a friend
i am no longer the girl with the knife
i am no longer the girl who looks at sorrow
i am no longer the girl seeking out missery
i am no longer the girl who hates her life
i am no longer the girl wanting everything to end
i am still the girl that is unknown
i am still the girl that follows
i am still the girl thats vile
i am no longer the girl without a smile
i am still the girl who seeks
i am no longer the girl making her life bleak
i am no longer the girl with depression
i am still the girl who seeks affection
i am no longer the girl whos not fun
i am no longer the girl who runs
but those who seek shall find
poem by Megan Watts
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Dead Memory
Your memory no longer lingers through my life.
You were there once and now your gone.
Your memory has died like a rose when it is cut from the rest of the world.
Your torns no longer cut my heart.
My voice no longer whispers you name,
I no longer look for you in other people in other faces.
I no longer dream of you or wish that I see you once again.
My heart no longer cries or bleeds for you, not no more.
You no longer haunt my dreams or my memories.
I finally found someone that keeps me warm at night,
I finally found someone who has helped me erase your memory.
I no longer fall and stumble but I now walk tall.
Your memory was a weight that I carried through out time
that now I am free.
I can say that I no longer love you, for you are a dead memory
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Freedom Years
As the day draws near to my Freedom's reprise,
Oft-lost am I in thought, as I surmise
The wonder of the great and boundless skies,
Under which the majestic American Bald Eagle flies!
This is soon to be the scene of my soul's rebirth-
The whole of this great, magnificent Earth,
Where no longer will my liberty be restrained;
My mirth may no longer be contained-
It is as free and boundless as I am soon to be,
With as much unfettered Freedom as I am soon to see!
Naught may contain my jollity, as days draw down-
I am, as the majestic Eagle-I may not be bound,
By anything any longer, as my Freedom nears, -
Soon, very soon, I begin again, a celebration of my Freedom years!
Maurice Harris,7 September 2011
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No Longer Snow On Kilimanjaro
I long for thee but whence I have occasion to respire;
Thou art the solitary object, of which I shan't e'er tire;
Rumination of thee shall surely one day be done-
One day after we no longer bask under the warmth of the Sun;
As soon as all the stars can no longer shine,
This is when you shall find love more ardent than mine;
My desire to be ever-nearer to thee shall surely wane-
Just as soon as we dwell in a world without rain;
To be without thee shall no longer be my sorrow,
Upon the Winter's day there is no longer snow on Kilimanjaro!
The hands of time shall surely need cease in their entirety,
Before, upon mine ardor, I may draw even the slightest dubiety;
Upon mine heart, soul, and mine's fidelity, you may depend-
So it was then, so it is now, so it shall be-when time doth end!
-Maurice Harris,11 March 2011
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A Heart, Aflutter
I remember you fondly, each and every day;
Though we now live lives, most disparate,
You have a place in my heart, where you'll always stay;
I wish to profess my love, and with the whole world, share it-
So that all, whether far afield or nigh
May hear of the love story, first fashioned as a fanciful dream!
If but our hearts were to consort, and our souls, ally,
All would then know this Angel held in my highest esteem!
Take a chance-all my amorous dreams fulfilled, the reward-
Allow your heart and soul to consort, with what they ardently adored,
For many moons, though mostly, from afar;
No need to bide any longer, come as you are-
A place has been reserved that only you may fill;
A heart has been set aflutter, which only you may still!
-Maurice Harris,23 November 2011
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Before My Love...
Should the sun cease, marking everyday's dawn,
Then only shall my love for thee be withdrawn;
The Moon would need retreat, as harbinger of night,
Before removed, the song my heart doth recite!
Mountains would need crumble into the vast sea,
As cause, to effect the love I have for thee;
Rivers would need want for flow, water no longer,
Before my love could want for being stronger!
Seasons would need renewal, for lack of annual rebirth,
Before you were not causal to my magnificent mirth;
Nature would need glory, for lack of beauty, now inherent,
Before, from you, my loyal heart would grow errant!
Time would need stop, life too, would need cease,
Before my love would know even slightest decrease!
Maurice Harris,12 September 2009
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A Father's Lamentation
How long is a lifetime?
Surely, it is measured
In inspiration sublime-
Must, by all, be treasured!
Is then a lifetime longer
Than only two years?
Why do I feel no stronger-
Measuring my pain in tears?
If 'God is my might'
And she, 'The chosen One'-
Why is this now not right?
Why has my life not begun?
When does my light shine again-
When does my life truly begin?
Maurice Harris,21 November 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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This I Can Not Take
Utter disappointment does not even begin to describe
The emotions I feel now, as I am moved to scribe!
What must be done, so that justice reigns! ? !
Truth is the only 'side'-nowhere near what she feigns!
I have valiantly served, for rights now denied;
What about my Daughter-who, but me, is on her side! ?
The bias, driven by fear illogical, obviates;
The resultant lack of respect devastates!
When is the natural order to be restored?
When will my righteousness no longer be ignored?
Play no longer, this game of empty threats-
Take me in front of my peers, and see what that gets! !
If but my honor was all that was at stake,
I would bow, yet to abandon her-this I can not take!
Maurice Harris,26 April 2010
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Know Not Do I When, Nor Where
Though know not do I when, nor where-
I shall dwell with thee, this I swear!
Though know not do I what, nor how
I shall give all to thee, all He shall allow!
My heart does yearn for your tender embrace,
The love I fancied my life entire, I no longer chase!
My only want: to be nearer still, ne'er too close,
Though my life's true love, it was not I that chose!
My life's purpose, heightened by your presence-
My life's love, defined by your essence!
Truly, deeply do I love thee-more surely than you know,
Though beyond measure, with time's passage-surely still to grow!
Alas, chosen for me by a power much greater than I,
Though know not do I how, ne'er more certain can be why!
Maurice Harris,12 November 2008
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1 February 2012 (Happy Fifth Birthday Gabriella)
'Not one day has ever passed MY life, ...since your Blessed birth,
Where I would not have traded my own life, for one day of mirth-
Which I know our long-sought consort would bring to me again-
As my heart's lament is never-ending, until this is what we win! '
This I would utter, if ever again I saw the Glorious sight I know to be
My Beloved Daughter, Gabriella Enisi Harris-if God could show, to me
For a brief fleeting moment, this vision of lovliness, and Her Sister-
And I could impart the sorrow I have felt at her absence, that I missed her
Each and every single day since last we parted-
Each of which I have lied down at night, broken-hearted
Both by her absence in my life, and that of mine, contrariwise-
I could surely then lie down for an Eternal Respite, more the wise,
Knowing I did all that I could, and prayed all that I could-
To be there for her at each and every time that I should!
poem by Maurice Harris
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I Saw Beauty Today
I saw beauty today, more than mine eyes have, ever;
Thou shalt ne'er be absent from my thought-no, never!
Effusive and ebullient, all are made to be ameliorate-
God surely spared no mentation when you, He did create!
I am made better, for my privity to your existence,
Love for thee strengthens my paternal persistence;
You may not know me, as I do you-yet, I assure you
There is but no other, as do I, who doth adore you!
Perchance, you miss me not, as I do for you, yearn-
Yet, my beloved Angel, one day, this too, you will learn!
Fortified in heart, by knowledge of your need for our consort-
My all-consuming passion for same, naught could ever thwart!
I shall again behold the beauty that doth reside with you,
Envision yet not, all the beauty that doth abide with you!
Maurice Harris,9 January 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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You Are No Longer There!
I no longer hold you like I held you
When I held you...
I no longer want to...in my mind.
I no longer see you like I see you
When I saw you...
I no longer do that, with my time!
Lemonade kisses I licked we onced shared,
I don't even want them anymore...I'm full!
I no longer miss you like I missed you
When missing you...
It's no longer an issue to be defined!
Too messy...
'I no longer love you? ' Bring myself to love you?
Could you bring me peace of mind instead of puzzles
Of your pain...again? That pain...AGAIN? ..NO! '
I no longer hold you like I held you...
Enfolded holding you,
I no longer want to...in my mind!
I no longer see you,
Like I saw you when we met!
I no longer do that...
You're no longer there!
And I have no regrets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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