Count Me Blessed
Its genesis was unassuming, a query, its form-
The outgrowth obviates, all should conform!
A presence as soothing as her own name,
A spirit no one could ever possibly tame;
As the night wants for the Sun's renewal-
The world wants for this precious jewel!
What for, pray tell, has been made this gifting-
Of a lady so true, with a way that's so uplifting?
Count me blessed, for pleasure of her consort-
One that may not help but to invite true comfort!
Belying her own beauty, she knows not her own grace;
This is but causal the same, to the world's embrace!
Listen now beauteous one, to the world's rejoice-
Heed now this bellowed call, you haven't but a choice!
Maurice Harris,8 February 2010
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An Ordinary Man
I am an ordinary man, humbled by an extraordinary beauty;
To celebrate my exalt with the world-my solemn duty!
A gifting only God's omnipotence could deliver;
A beauty causal to my heart's perpetual quiver-
Lo, my reverence for same doth gladden and inspire,
At long last, my heart and soul's mate-and true admire!
I no longer query its form, nor do I, its existence-
I simply revel and grow stronger, through its subsistence!
I am but a man, yet am witness to a Heavenly Truth-
Its verity is inescapably inspiring, you needn't sleuth;
Indubitably, all the world sings for her, in jubilation,
As they too, bear witness to my soul's celebration!
Mere lyric is bereft of sentiment, proper, but to say
I am a most fortuitous man, and am more so, every day!
Maurice Harris,25 February 2010
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This Glory, Now Returned
Obligation owed the fates: once again and, I pray-forever more,
I consort with this sublime beauty I do so very much adore!
I know not proper quittance for this glory, now returned;
My life now so affirmatively altered, more than I could have discerned!
Naught is there, in the form of sacrifice, too much
Which should see me nearer to her loving touch;
I am a humbled appreciant of her amazing grace,
I now live a blessed life as such, which naught could replace!
Though, one day, even this beatitude shall find supplant-
To this resplendency and all it engenders, I remain allegiant!
The life-long, all-consuming search hath reached its destination;
I invite the world, entire, to join with me in my heart's celebration-
See as I do, the beauty to whose felicity, I shall devote my life;
Once assured that we are prime for such, I shall ask she be my wife!
Maurice Harris,21 May 2010
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His Consort, Your Solace
'May you be made strong with all the strength which comes from His glorious power,
So that you may be able to endure everything with patience.' *
May this very strength be with you each and every hour;
This garnered power shall add still, to thine own beautificence!
May He speak to you; His consort, your solace;
May this comfort you, and may you, in your heart, know this;
I have been so blessed as to bear witness
To His prescient glory-and in my heart, I know this:
He has made me an instrument of His love, most gifting-
And, it is not just mine own heart that He is uplifting;
Our love shall be ameliorate, whence paired-
Our lives ever-bettered by all that we have shared;
As I am, you too must be so very scared-
Yet I know, a dream marries not reality, unless dared!
*Colossians 1
-Maurice Harris,8 August 2010
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Empyrean Gifting
Each morning I awakened, in the tracks of my own tears;
My heart was broken that day and has been, for years!
God sent me an Angel, to allay my fragile heart's ache-
Assuring me, my life's return, no matter the time it may take!
Neither She, nor anyone else may know Her true affect,
Inspiring-since the moment of our live's timely intersect!
A puissant presence she possesses indeed, though, yet,
We have not made confluence, true, I am forever in Her debt!
She is the Empyrean gifting, by means of recompense
For years filled with pain-may this remain, all days hence!
I shall spend my life, entire, sharing with the world
My gleeful gratitude, for all the joy you have unfurled;
My beloved, not a day shall fleet, wherest you shall be nescient
Of all you have meant to me, since that wondrous day, prescient!
Maurice Harris,7 February 2010
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But A Matter Of Time
My beloved, upon this day of myriad amorous thought,
I shall attempt to convey what your love hath brought!
Bestowed unto me hath been days, beauteous and bright-
Whence even the Sun hath not been within my sight!
Days are rife with jollity, whence upon thee I ponder,
Many more, yet to come, in our life, of unending wonder!
Count me now, most fortuitous, my heart's elation abiding-
To thee, and all the world, this soul's capture, I am confiding!
As though I had wished upon a 1,000 stars, falling-
God hath answered this loving heart's calling;
He hath not just seen to my love's fitting requite,
He hath ensured I may love, with all my might!
Ne'er before, in time's hallowed history
Hath this greatest of emotion's enlightenment
Been anything but an unattainable mystery-
My loyalty to love, He did sight and sent
His most beloved beauty, His Angel, most highly regarded
To see fitting continuance of a love, many years ago, started!
God smiles upon me, each and every day-
Taken away so much pain, supplanted with this beauteous ray
Of resplendent beautificence, mine eyes have never seen-
As sikerly, in the world's annals, there hath ne'er been!
My life, entire, I could most certainly spend
To endeavor recompense, yet it would never end-
To honor you, proper, I shall surely strive, still,
With time's infinity, its only lasting rival!
Ne'er did I believe true love, as this, attainable-
As it was my own belief, I must be amenable
To love of another more than of self, heightened and true-
At a time most disbelieving of same, I found this, with you!
Time and distance mean naught, as now I know of your existence-
Shown to be hopelessly futile, is any form of resistance;
I was meant to become, for your consort, prime-
I now know my true love's avail is but a matter of time!
Maurice Harris,10 February 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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Butterflies
'Butterflies'-whensoever I may felicitously ponder, or make consort
With my beloved, the one with which I must, my life entire, assort;
All that need be is a thought, otherwise so simplistic and bare,
Causal for me to draw compare with this lady, so beauteous and fair!
All is made easy yet, as I visage parallels, everywhere, with everything;
Each day, next, I do look more forward, to pleasures this shall bring!
Ruminations of thee, uplifting, ever-present, and all-consuming-
Made all the better, as I look forward to our wondrous life, looming!
I am made better for the rapport we share-a union of compeers;
I have waited patiently, for the love I now have, to finally appear;
As reward, He hath offered me an Angel, His most precious gift-
Causative she hath been: my mirth, my jollity, my soul's uplift!
Sentiment of most import is this, for its guard, nothing would I not do;
I shall always treasure and covet the felicity it has brought too!
Maurice Harris,2 November 2009
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Most Precious Love
This wondrous feeling of love, impending;
Our's is a story without bound or an ending!
Whatsoever the form, no matter the fashion,
My outward expression of amorous awe, I am not willing to ration!
Birds now sing a more melodious tune,
No matter of time shall be too much, nor too soon!
Heaven's proffer is now my fortune-
The sweet song of my elation-all shall croon!
Time, after time, I give pause, to ensure it is real-
Not even God Himself saw fit, to prepare me for how I feel!
I suppose He meant it, to add to its might-
I am ever-obliged to Him, for my heart's delight!
As though fashioned directly from my dreams,
Is this beauty divine, whose presence seems
Embedded within my very soul-
One with whom, I could happily grow old!
I have no means of recompense, oh Lord-
No matter of explication of same, nary a word;
Mine is a gifting, most fortuitous indeed-
My fiercely guarded heart has now been freed!
I defy anyone to draw like comparison
To the love I now feel, or its beauteous garrison!
I could wait 1,000 millenia, yet, none would gather-
All may ruminate long and thoughtfully, but rather
Than present a gifting of like compare,
They too would succumb to defeat, vis-a-vis, this dare!
Remember, if naught else, m'lady, most beauteous-
Our's is a most precious love, to which I shall remain duteous!
Maurice Harris,13 April 2010
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Should All Else...
I should not take pleasure in this, my heart's true elation-
No, not without inviting the world to join in my celebration!
Should I want for attestation of that which is truly miraculous
Or require affirmation of that which embodies 'glorious'-
I have now, and shall, ever, been made to want no more,
I have been ever humbled upon consort with the beauty I do adore!
Should the rain always be present, as though all else has died,
I would still need not, the Sun-in her eyes it doth yet, reside!
Should today ne'er pass to the morrow, I most assuredly say
I would want for naught, in my exaltation of today!
Should all else of man, nature or God, which now doth surround
Take leave from its splendor and cease to perpetually astound,
I could think myself still not shorted, not even the slightest-
For I have gained privity to the 'star' which shines the brightest!
Maurice Harris,14 March 2010
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True Justice
If there were true justice, I would not have to gather
Thought of thee from moments far gone, but rather
Would be witness, each day, to thine own grace
And not be reduced to this time, in this 'place'!
'Justice deferred, is justice denied', a fitting way
To see into my form of thought, this and every day!
I do not seek same, as I do, for any form of personal gain;
I rally for much more, my own self-import I do not feign-
I am but a vessel, used for a world in need of change,
The thought of mine own plight, seems to me, very strange!
I know my cause to be righteous, I have never had doubt,
I look now to God to see this iniquity and to straighten it out;
Whensoever this may be done, not surely, before,
My life shall return to me again, and order shall restore!
Maurice Harris,6 February 2010
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Tamed Now, My Heart
My heart has now, its protector; my soul, its mate!
My life has now, its purpose-this truth does obviate!
The all-consuming search is over, back where it began;
I have now, what has long been sought, since the dawn of man!
All that for which I could have hoped, more still,
All that need be, for all my dreams to fulfill!
Anticipation of its start, true, causal to excitation;
All the world shall know and join, in my jubilation!
My heart sings with joy-heed in my recital,
Its guard and covenant of same, absolutely vital!
Faith rewarded, as woe is now gone,
E'er more felicity still, at each day's dawn!
Subtle was its genesis- and now, prodigious-
Tamed now, my heart, once so ramagious!
Maurice Harris,27 October 2009
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Angel Of God' (Happy First Birthday Gabriella)
Celebratory are we today, upon the day of your birth!
One year old today, Daddy misses your infectious smile-
Grown so much, I suppose you have, I haven't seen you in a while!
So proud am I to be your father-you are my miracle on earth!
A world of wonderment and joy you present to all around-
As though knowing your import to each, alas, to all!
Your smile builds for each, a friendly window-others may erect a wall!
Your father, you are, in feminine form-it serves to astound!
Beauteous sky-blue eyes, the world's window to your soul,
All that you are, all, ever you shall be-upon the world, you do bestow!
Glorious is your smile, light to all around you-and your laughter:
Your beautiful spirit, allows for each who meet you-a 'happily ever after'!
Gabriella-meaning 'Angel of God'-this is surely
Your place on Earth! Giveth you have, my last wish, early!
Maurice Harris,1 February 2008
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My Mona Lisa
My enduring, everlasting, magnificent beauty;
To herald my exalt to the world, my solemn duty!
A beauty so rarified, as to instill true awe-
The most beautificent creation mine eyes ever saw!
As the world celebrates Her beautificence
I celebrate your's-lo, its magnificence!
I shan't though, idolize you, in a museum;
I have boundless emotions for thee-the world must see them;
God's mentation upon thee, spared surely, naught-
He who loves me the most, cared so much, He hath brought
You back to me, for my adoration and so that I may
Celebrate your beauty, with the world-every day!
For I was not, nor, ever could be-prime,
To be worthy of such a beauty-sublime!
Maurice Harris,28 March 2010
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Abigail (3 March 2010)
One day I shall share, what was not my volition-
I shall do this without any form of contrition;
My lacking for you is not of my own choosing-
In this circumstance, it is all who are losing!
Like the valiant Knight,
Who, disregards fear or fright,
I shall keep your concern, foremost-
In my thoughts e'er-my mind, your grace's host!
Today, the world celebrates your birth;
Always art thou causal, my magnificent mirth-
My elation, though now fiercely coffered,
Whence we are prime, shall be fastly offered!
Though on this day I am not within your sight,
You are foremost in my thoughts, each and every night!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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What If...
Have you ever wondered what would be,
If your 'first love' reappeared, right before thee?
What if time fashioned her as though from the scape of dream?
Now, this former fond memory is held in your highest esteem!
How does a glory pass, then make present-yet again-
As though the most melodious tune, then its refrain?
When does chance fail to explicate and yield to fate?
Naught may douse the 'flame' that time itself could not abate!
Where does the narrative go hence, you wonder! ?
Perchance not, all the wonderment you may ponder!
God is surely speaking to you, through His Empyrean gifting-
With one Divine offer,2 hearts, at once-are uplifting!
Should you be so blessed as to find yourself so fortuitous,
Celebrate with the world this occurrence, most wondrous!
Maurice Harris,2 May 2010
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A Greater Love
I must be a glutton for pain-why else might I seek your consort again?
It has as its source, the only part of me I may not control, my heart!
Our relation shan't end, more than a score of years ago, did it begin-
Though, it's been said, my thought's genesis as a man saw its start!
Began it did, when I was a child, before I was able to appreciate-
Perhaps, if I had, we would never have parted ways;
Memories of thee persisted, all that is beautiful, always stays-
Gathered I had with others, a poor means by which to compensate!
All paled, whence compared to thee, lacking they were, your beauty!
Always have I been one to brag and boast,
Though, upon myself I have exercised this the most-
Blessed as I am, to make the world know its source, my duty;
An Angel, in human form, sent to me for my love and to care
For me, and I, for her-a greater love, ne'er, nowhere!
Maurice Harris,11 January 2008
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Assured Shall Thee Be
He bestowed upon me His most precious possession;
What follows herein shall be tantamount to a confession-
Blessed am I with an Angel, to walk with and beside me
Whose love, honesty and compassion shall ever guide me!
I shall ne'er be prime, nor worthy of that which I am given;
Alas, you exemplify all that for which I have striven!
Your grace, elegance and beauty-unrivaled, as I may tell-
Mere thought of thee, upon me, casts a mighty spell!
Ne'er have mine eyes been beholden a visage such as your's:
Tis a puissant enchanment that only presence near cures!
Humbled and honored am I, to have with thee, consort:
To adore and cherish thee, the singular choice of retort!
Though separate are we at current, by many a mile;
Assured shall thee be, that you are with me all the while!
Maurice Harris,28 March 2009
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Though I Have Not Met You
Though I have not met you, I know you three still the same;
More in common with your Mother than merely her last name!
I see you in the words of praise she has for you;
The pride she has in abundance-there is always more too!
You are each so very talented, such gifts you offer-
The lives you touch every day, just parcel to your proffer!
Perchance not, I may be so blessed as to soon meet you,
Then only, may I know your true beatitude-as I greet you!
Still too, you know not me, this though, stands to alter-
You may conjure expectations-I hope to never falter!
May you find in me: a friend, confidant and one who nurtures-
Perhaps you will embrace me further, as our kinship matures!
My recompense may not befit this gifting, yet, still I undertake;
All of my time, love and attention is the promise I make!
Maurice Harris,25 April 2010
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Daughter's Vexation, Father's Explication and Idealization
Stanza I-Vexation
Where were you Daddy, when I turned one,
I want for your approval, yet there is none?
Where again were you, when I turned two?
I am right here Daddy, but where are you?
Each day I repeat: 'I miss Daddy-maybe before
The day's done, he will come though the door...'!
Do you not love me Daddy, why are you not here?
Why do you not comfort me, when I am in fear?
I need your hand in mine as I cross the street;
I want to show my Daddy to all the people I meet;
Where are you when I need to be tucked into bed?
When I fall, why are you not here to kiss my forehead?
But, you said I was the most important person in the world!
I do not understand Daddy, I thought I was your little girl! ?
Stanza II-Explication
My beloved, precious Angel-naught is there to your compare;
I have coffered in mine own heart all days we did share-
Thoughts of thee permeate to my very soul, lo, deeper still,
My absence from your life is not, surely, of my own free will!
If proffered a choice, ne'er would thee need for want,
Alas, purloined from each, each day since, still does haunt!
Many a wretched day, many a woeful, wretched night
Have I longed for thee to be within my very sight!
No measure of quittance would surely e'er answer
That which was taken, nor requite for this cancer!
Perchance, if but allowed to sleep e'er, to somniate-
This realm permits me leave, a paragon to create;
If only allowance could be made for you always to aspire,
Then only might thee gather amply, mine own unfeigned desire!
Stanza III-Idealization
Affected not would we be thus, e'er all to be as should,
Ne'er would we have cause for absence, misunderstood!
Revel with thee, would I, and share in your glory,
Full recital then, for each chapter of your story;
My approval would obviate with every bespoken word,
'I love you my Princess! ', your last words each night, heard!
Your gallant protector, from all means or form of fright,
I would lovingly lie you down to sleep, each and every night!
Your hand, interlaced with mine, whensoever we may prance;
Each day more causal still to marvel at your grace and elegance!
Jollity your constant consort, your most beauteous gift to the world,
Ever more splendid, ever more resplendent, as to you it is unfurled!
The world would be at your beckon, for only you to decide-
Watch would I, with wonderment and a Fatherly sense of pride!
Maurice Harris,25 October 2009
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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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