God's Greatest Gift
God's greatest gift-that of being a Father,
Rivaled only by compeer of a Mother;
Each aid formation of precious individuality,
Causal most to evolution in a child's personality-
Created in thine own image, guided by counsel,
Aegis directed lovingly is surely found well!
All careful parental thought made does attest
To your want and need for each, all the best!
Gather from it's import, the duty it imparts,
Guard must be offered it, in your hearts!
Not are each possessory, rather compeers,
Blessed witness to their wonder, through the years!
Treasure and duteously take possession of this,
Lest, if not, surely you would be remiss!
Maurice Harris,26 October 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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Oft Have I Pondered
Oft have I pondered upon how I might love, truly;
Might I need to search or might it present itself, duly! ?
This quixotic quest, many surely are they, requisites;
Many times I've fancied her, each time she, exquisite!
Need would I to covet her, more surely, than myself-
She doth need require the contrary, too, of herself!
To gather me, in all ways, must she, and I, her-
For whatsoever may ail me, must she be, the cure!
I need her to be my counsel, she need be my confidant,
My fragile heart's trusted guardian-in this regard, adamant!
A mate, for my soul, need she be; My every waking thought!
This, and so very much more, must be the love I have sought!
Alas, whence found, this treasure I shall guard, with mine own life;
For this be the lady I shall one day felicitously posit, be my wife!
Maurice Harris,2 November 2009
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Ethereal And Unseen
Ethereal and unseen, it may not be touched-
Yet so precious, e'er guarded and clutched
Must it be! Sikerly, its affect, most-puissant-
If this be peccable, count me a confessant!
I have found this omniscient, omnipotent treasure,
Yet, I possess no way, nor means, to measure
Its import-no words may properly explicate
How it enthrals me, though of same, I oft ruminate!
For its guard, there is nothing I would not do;
With its might, there is nothing I could not do;
For its lasting, there is nothing I should not do-
All the same for all men, if not-surely, they ought to
Make it so, as love is the wonder of which I do bespeak-
The only force causative to mine heart be made lain weak!
Maurice Harris,8 November 2009
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Whence Just Nestlings
Whence just nestlings, our prologue was written,
Upon first sight of thee, surely was I, smitten!
Though far too brief, our time together-
It made for me memories to last forever,
Sustained me through times, most worthy of forget-
Aware all the while you would return to me yet!
Perchance, allowance made for all of my hurt,
Mere visage of thine beauty, my just dessert!
Ne'er have mine eyes been so very blessed,
Alas, if you doubt my words, my heart shall attest!
Though you were not near, in my heart you did reside-
Such is the truth of my heart that I may no longer hide!
Unabashed am I in this unfeigned amative,
Lo, surely not homage proper in this humble narrative!
Maurice Harris,31 July 2009
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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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The Proposal
I shall be your everything, as you are for me;
How do I propose to do this, how might this be?
My beloved, precious Angel, my intentions I shall share
As to how I may endeavor to do this, or yet, even dare!
Foremost, I shall be your heart's e'er vigilant guardian
As you are for me, and e'er shall be, my gift, Empyrean!
Naught is there to draw compare to thee, not ever-
None shall ever come betwixt we two, nor surely, sever
The alliance mine own heart has with thine own mind,
Nor sikerly, contrariwise-each pairing amorously intertwined!
Your every thought, I shall be, due my allegiance of cause-
As you sleep, when you are awake, when busy, as you take pause!
It is my heart's solemn duty, to provide reason, copious
For your heart to brim with emotion, yet remain commodious!
Ne'er shall you need want for any fashion of love or attention,
With every moment, witness again, we shall, its ascension;
As each day passes to the morrow, again it is duplicate-
Our hearts, a symbiotic, pairing, always tending to ameliorate!
Your wants shall be wants of my own, surely you feel the same-
My heart and soul have been thieved, you are amorously, to blame!
Without thee, ne'er could I even make cause to respire,
For you are the solitary source of my mind's true admire!
All I shall be, for thee: your heart's loyal protector, your confidant,
Most trusted friend, your calm in the storm, your duteous appreciant,
The world shall behold the beauty that hath captivated my heart,
All shall revel, as I, in all the glory and resplendence you do impart!
Remiss would I be, if but one single moment lain waste
Whence I celebrated not, the beautificence therein graced!
Maurice Harris,24 November 2009
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My Precious Bequeath!
Whatever has been done to my precious bequeath;
Indubitably 'neath the surface, I gander beneath! ?
My family I cherished so few weeks ago-
Now here an entity I could barely even know!
Mother has become her 12-year-old self-
Maternal nature surely...to a point, on the shelf!
What is being for all others affected?
Not to mention it is I who all has rejected!
Be so wherever you may surely want to be!
Surely too though not to forget...father...me!
Happiest of holidays surely I have not had!
To be sure, for some time...without family...I will be sad!
Always, my love for thee, grows ever more deep;
Then too, always my price...ever so steep!
Maurice Harris,8 December 2007
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Sunshine
Plagued by iniquity was I, until sunlight was offered to me
Nary may I extend recompense for what has been bestowed
From whence so much has been given, so too, so much is owed
Demonstrative of His omniscience, this, He proffered to me:
A gift sans pareil of radiant replendence, in human form-
A lasting brilliance, surely ne'er to wither nor to pall,
Alas, solace is provided as if to ease the fall,
Provide for inspiration, and ensure my soul's warmth!
Celestial magnanimity, love eternal and spirit pure
Define surely, the essence of her prescient import!
Naught shall there be to absent my majestic consort,
Upon our love's genesis, evident was the allure! !
Sunshine- a mere word falters to delimitate your essence;
An honor it has been, surely, I am humbled in your presence!
Maurice Harris,14 March 2009
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My Country 'Tis Of Thee
I love my country, why does it not love me?
I ponder my country's import, why does it not, of me?
I sacrificed for Her, why does She not sacrifice for me?
Only the best for Her, yet, why no satisfice, for me?
I have bled for Her but She does not bleed for me;
I love and need Her so, yet She has no need for me!
When I needed Her so-the very most,
She has been naught, but an illusive ghost!
Where is this ever-present aegis She promised?
That for which my whole life has been premised;
Though She surely failed me, I shall not fail Her;
I seek only whole agnize of same, I shall not assail Her!
I now blanket myself in Her most beauteous work-
From this right, er, this solemn duty, I shall not shirk! !
Maurice Harris,15 February 2010
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Your Tender Touch
This vision hath blessed my every solitary dream;
A wraith? Perchance? No-yet, real it still did seem!
Why then? Its purpose did elude, until again, there was you-
Then, it all made sense-the why, the how, and surely, the cause, too!
Sikerly, it was God Himself, speaking with me as I'd somniate,
His purposeful pensum-for which, mine life, whole, I did await;
This duty, mine only, e'er, shan't be undertaken lightly,
Nor too, shall I doubt His omniscient perspicacity, rightly!
Proffered once, but for to glimpse that which awaited;
Now again offered-in its embrace, I have not hesitated-
For I have not but a choice, it is my heart's benediction-
It is my invitation to utter exult, my mundanity's valediction!
Ne'er before hath His grace tendered so very much-
The mere thought of the imminence of your tender touch!
Maurice Harris,4 December 2009
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I Have But Dreamt Of Thee
I have but dreamt of thee, lo, made you I did, real!
Many a night have you greeted me, as I did sleep-
Many still a solitary nox, were you causal-my heart's leap!
Alas, inducive, your quixotic beauty is, to the glory I do feel!
Never had I made consort with thine own visage....
Until that glorious day whence upon I made realization
That you were more than just mine own fanciful fantisization...
Its glory was revealed, in all its splendor-for its not a mirage!
All owed to that blessed day whence Heaven did meet the Earth-
Lacking for naught am I now, but for to make for this, quittance!
Surely, all I offer thee to requite for such, serves as mere pittance-
Proffer still I shall, all I may, as homage to thee-for my perpetual mirth!
All ever I could have hoped, more still than I could dream!
Hold thee I shall, and honor thee, in most the high esteem!
Maurice Harris,13 April 2009
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The Heartfelt Prayer, Answered
Though dwell with me, my love, you do not-
Still, dwell do you, in me-in my every thought;
Perchance not, my beloved, you are my reward-
The faith I hath shown in Him, He hath not ignored!
In prayer, I beseeched Him: 'Ask not do I, Lord, very much-
Need do I this: a life, lived, where I may feel an Angel's touch;
May She be always nearest me, always, beside me:
To duteously honor, protect, love and guide me! '
To which, He said unto me: 'Your faith hath surely been tested,
Yet, in your fidelity towards Me, never have you once rested;
My most beauteous and entrusted Angel, unto you, I do send,
To steadfastly watch over and guide you, this shan't ever end!
A love, you shall see, like none other-ne'er before, nor since-
This shall be a familiar love, one whose genesis is not hence;
In another time, and in another place-yet, that was but a prelude,
Not prime, nor sikerly, until learned were you from your disquiettude!
In My stead, She shall protect your fragile heart from any form of harm-
Beguile and amaze too-inspire you with awe, through Her charm!
She too hath been made to be prime for this new-found reconnoiter-
Many too hath made Her to be weary, for shame, did they exploit her!
Your charge: as She shall, you-protect, love and do guide Her-
Her noble Cavalier; Defer always, Her honor; Walk always beside Her!
For certain, your's is a love made of My benevolent making,
All love capable of offer, your's each, now for your fortuitous taking! '
As much import I place upon this, as the love upon which it was given;
So too shall I be the sole guardian of the gift for which I have striven-
None shall e' er come betwixt we two, nor cause our love, strife-
From the moment of our rendezvous, afresh-You have been my life!
Maurice Harris,29 November 2009
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Reluctant Willingness
With a reluctant willingness, I have given
Mine own heart, many times callously riven-
Fragile as it is, I do know its chosen guardian
Hath proven to be its one and true custodian!
Done was this, not with knowledge of what would be,
But only with the wishful rumination of what could be;
Ponderance of same gladdens my heart, to my very soul-
For she is but the only one who hastens my heart's console!
Surely not prime was she, for the import this role has imparted:
To make again, a man, truly, out of one most heavy-hearted,
She, an Empyrean gifting, a miracle, made before mine own eyes-
Making for a perfect love, one I could not hope to disguise!
Though sikerly she must be of this role, very aware,
She too is afeared, lest she leave her heart lain bare!
Bare though-nay, for it be, as mine, sheathed-
As sure am I of this-as our consort, inbreathed!
Be not afraid- for as were you, by God, chosen for me-
I am by Him, entrusted with your guard, forechosen for thee!
I should want for same, as offered: a friend, a partner, a paramour-
I want for naught else, yet you proffer so very much more!
'Be still my fragile heart', an oft-repeated utterance
When thought is of your beauty and your elegance-
Lest you believe I think of you, straying from reality's realm,
Explicate kindly, presence of emotion so real, it doth overwhelm!
Think not of this as 'breaking down a wall', but rather,
Building a bridge, which allows our unity to gather-
In a place, and in a way, of our own choosing,
Our heart's compeer gaining, only solitude we're losing!
Maurice Harris,29 January 2010
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The Call I Never Heeded
Methinks, perhaps you are the call I never heeded;
Perchance not too, more than all I ever needed-
At a time when I longed so much for same,
God sent me an Empyrean gift, upon which He did proclaim:
'I have watched over thee with pride, all of your days
My child, as you are most deserving of such!
I have done same with still another, due great praise-
You hath been made to consort with one another-as much
There is, for one to offer the other, and same, contrariwise-
Soon, both of you shall be privy to a love none could disguise!
Always shall thee have cause to celebrate cheerfully-
Not shall thee have cause to look upon this at all, fearfully!
This is but meant to inspire in you, the utmost regard
For all that is beauteous and fair-to serve as your guard
Against doubt that true felicity is all but impossible-
To bear witness that it is here, now with thee-not implausible! '
Doubt not that which hath given no cause for same,
Hold not liable those, whence others are to blame!
Question not a glory due another glory's fleeting-
Our's is a glory of its own, as surely as my heart is now beating!
Frangible, I know thou heart to be;
Import of its guard, you needn't impart to me-
I know now, and have always had privity
To the affairs of mine own heart and its emotivity;
My own beatitude depends upon that of my soul's mate-
Should there now be any doubt, I ask time to abate!
Maurice Harris,16 May 2010
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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
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Infinite And Unparalleled
I have given all to thee, expect naught, did I, in return;
One might exposit a certain status this may earn!
Expect only, did I, a certain mutual respect-
What I received though-no one could expect!
You once asked me, not so long ago: 'Do you love me enough? '
What say you now, my dear? Naught do I place above!
I have given all for thee, surely I would all again to remind;
Leave now, my lady, all who hath hurt us, behind!
No doubt should thee have of your place in my heart;
You reside where always you have, from first impart-
Occupy do you, all thought, every moment in time;
Causal art thine essence, to this very rhyme!
My love for thee-infinite and unparalleled for certain,
Alas, beloved, thine own actions causal to love's drawn curtain!
Maurice Harris,31 December 2007
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Trinity
All most mighty exist in a trinity,
Some simple or ethereal, others may
Bespeak a most puissant divinity;
Everyone affected by them everyday!
The Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
Hope, faith and love, they, to us, give host!
Ideals perhaps- learning, virtue and piety
In humble service to your omniscient diety!
Sun, Moon and stars encompass all supernal,
Awe-inspiring, daunting-night and day, a coronal!
Earth, wind and fire encompass all elemental,
Love and respect for each, vital and fundamental!
Mother, Father and child-triad of most import:
Ne'er shall any emperil or lessen their assort!
Maurice Harris,5 October 2009
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My Faith's Reward
I am bereft of word-my heart, simply overflowing;
I have too much adoration possible for showing
You the whole of my heart, nor surely, all of its glory-
The miracle to be our life, but the genesis of our story!
All in nature, so very much beauteous, yet abiding,
Must marvel at the beautificence that surely is residing
In all you do, all you are-sikerly, all those you bless-
Not is there a ceasing of admire, nor means to suppress
The love I have for thee, nor my soul's celebration-
Each day hence, revel I shall in this accretive jubilation!
My heart now rejoices at life's simplest of moments,
This too owing yet, to the power of my adorement!
This bemusing beatitude, ne'er rivaled before certainly-
Yet, as each day passes to the morrow, be it e'er more gainly!
Maurice Harris,5 November 2009
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A Father's Prayerful 'Conversation' With His Daughters
I wonder: do you yet know the power and import of prayer?
I ponder upon this, as surely you long too, for my presence there!
I miss thee as no means of word may properly expound;
The depths of my heart's lamentation is truly profound!
Upon that wretched day, lo so long ago, it was ripped to shred,
Each new day whereupon I lack thee, is a day I do dread!
Those that have sighted thee, tell me of your grace and lightness,
This is little consolation, I yearn still witness of your ladylikeness!
Nary a moment does pass whence thoughts of thee are not near,
Daddy is fighting for both of us-of this have not, any fear!
My return to thee is written by Him, it is all of which I ruminate;
What hath been imposed upon us is loathsome, this does obviate!
He said unto me: 'My child, much pain I have brought to bear
To assure you, the import of the child for which you shall again care;
For she is the most obvious form of the love I have for thee;
Nary is there to draw compare to the fidelity of thine own-she
Too, for thee, though comprehension full escapes her yet,
She doth pray for same, and has, since last you each met!
Her's is a devotion sans pareil, I question it not for one moment,
Each is ameliorate due the other-soon you shall see My affordment! '
My beloved Daughter, as He hath spoken, unto me and thee, same-
We each may take comfort in what remains to come, not, what came;
Our past is but a prologue, for our future's unity is indeed, bright;
Restored, our covenant-then, e'er, you shan't be taken from my sight!
As we do await this, our reunion, ponder upon memories, precious-
This shall allay any all moments you may have of my return, anxious;
In my absence, I assure thee, nary is there, than you, more import-
I, as you, am exceedingly anticipatory of our impending consort!
Maurice Harris,29 November 2009
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Whence It Happens Upon You
Whence it happens upon you, powerless are you to resist-
Omniscient, not am I, but surely knowest do I, this:
Acceptance and obligation are but your only recourse,
This philosophy is what my heart would have me endorse!
We believe we are the masters of our own fate,
Speak this to my soul, as my destiny I await!
Tell my captured heart that it is free to choose,
Surely this would only serve but to bemuse!
Naught is there for such, to allow for my recusal
Remiss too, without mention- my heart's steadfast refusal!
Alas, men have engaged in war for its kind:
For now, my amity is free, no longer confined!
In retrospection, ponderance of life as was before,
Becomes obligation owed, to so much more!
Maurice Harris,26 March 2009
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