I Am...
(For UBBH)
I am the quiet, kind heart that makes you smile
Though not near to you, with you I am, all the while!
You find me in all you love and all you see,
Your favorite song, the most beauteous star lily-
The awe-inspiring beauty chronicled in prose,
I am the most melodic tune one could compose!
I exist in the magical innocence of my son and daughter-
My essence seen in a Mexican beach's pristine water;
There you will see me in all of nature's splendor,
With you am I, in all your moments, most tender!
I am the beauty others see in your eyes,
I am the path that the majestic eagle flies-
The wind, the rain, the earth and the sun,
I am not just me, I am imparted to everyone!
Maurice Harris,1 September 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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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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Amazing Grace
Met did we, in another time, another place,
Not ready to make regard with her amazing grace!
Now and ever more, dreams now not needed-
My prayer for her requite, now again heeded!
She is with me, though many miles are between,
The joy I now feel, ne'er before have I seen!
She is my seraphic beauty, though would deny-
Yet, this quivering heart of mine doth this, belie!
Fortuitous beyond measure am I, indeed-
The complete capture of my heart, I do concede!
I am witness to her amazing grace,
She: cause for the smile ever on my face;
Everywhere I go, everything I do-
There is my love, so beauteous and true!
Maurice Harris,3 September 2009
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The Song For My Beloved
The song for my beloved, voiced sweetly to thee-
My opus, others may only surmise as to its beauty!
A melodious tune surely, yet there be not word-
The love in my heart, the only sounds heard!
Its magic seen, its power felt-over many a mile-
Many years its nemesis, though it lasted all the while!
Nothing is there surely to dispute its glory,
So is the wondrous tale of my heart's story!
In every beautiful moment, I hear it louder still-
In the power of the summer sun, the winter's chill;
I hear it as when, to me, He did deliver-
Hear it surely, as my heart doth quiver!
This, my melodic muse, since I was young-
Surely, the sweetest song ever to be sung!
Maurice Harris,28 August 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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Beauty, Beautious, Beautiful
Beauty is not a superficial form
Each has their own in essential nature
And in the actions they perform
Until the dissolution of their life
To leave beauty’s impressions in our hearts
Yesterdays beauty never leaves or departs.
Beauty is all around
Each and every place it may be found
As you look with open eyes
Upon the forms that nature makes
Then man seeks to imitate
Yearning to match that beauty all around.
Beauty if you cannot find
Beauty must be in mind
Beauty is in purity
Beauty of simplicity
Beauty runs right through and through
Beauty in me, and them, and you.
Beauty, beauteous, beautiful
Beauty in heaven
Beauty in fire
Beauty in earth
And finally beauty in a simple verse.
poem by David Taylor
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Powerless Am I To Resist
Powerless am I to resist, enraptured in your gaze-
With you, a search has ended, lasting all of my days!
Alas, now the birds sing a more melodious tune;
Your charms, your beauty-so compelling, naught is immune!
The sun fires now more brilliantly, more still tomorrow:
A simple smile proffered- suffice to wipe away any sorrow!
Flowers bloom more beauteous, smiles appear everlasting:
Each and all- causal to the glory you are casting!
Consequent to your essence, all is more beautificent,
Austere is made compound, simple becomes magnificent!
Desiccate too, enigmatically transmutes to alacritous-
The mundanity of every day becomes too affectuous!
Obliged am I to you for all that you do offer;
All the love in my fragile heart, to you, I do proffer!
Maurice Harris,24 March 2009
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This Beauty I Do Adore
All in nature which inspires awe, now more still
Shall be seen in each day's passing, surely until
I make consort again with the beauty at it's cause;
Yearn do I for this day, with nary a moment's pause!
Memories made more enduring, mirth more abiding;
Bereft of explication am I-the elation now providing
Strength, hope and faith, like naught else has before-
Mere thought of this grace, this beauty I do adore!
The Sun, the Moon, the resplendent star;
All that is beautificent, more still, whether near or far-
Wondrous works of art, an opus most melodious,
Satiate my heart, yet it still remains commodious;
Naturally, I need not repeat from whence:
All is made ever more splendiferous since!
Maurice Harris,20 September 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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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
poem by Maurice Harris
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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
poem by Maurice Harris
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My Idea of beauty
Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat,
when eyes full of mischief glance at you...
Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips, when you think of the way he smiles at you...
Beauty is in the heart which touches another
Beauty is tender hands holding each other
Beauty is strong arms holding you warm
Beauty is in water, beauty is in weather,
beauty is in air, beauty is in life
Beauty is in love, beauty is in wind...
Beauty surrounds you days and nights
yet no one knows beauty's heights...
poem by Nitya Pillai
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But Not For Thee
But not for the fresh, fragrant air-
But not for the beauty out there-
If want not be for the sun's mighty glare,
It's beautiful setting, with naught to compare-
The magnificent, wondrous diversity e'erwhere-
Long since may I have fallen into deep despair!
Without the glory and the world's splendor
My fragile heart would remain too tender;
If not for marveling at beauty, again and again,
Long ago might I have given in to the woeful pain!
But not for thee-the honor and your consort's pleasure,
My want for love, I could ne'er even fathom measure;
I am obliged, e'er humbly, to thee and all this affords-
Nary could I requite for all your amity, to me, rewards!
Maurice Harris,31 October 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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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
poem by Maurice Harris
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Lest You Forget
I ponder the depths of your myriad emotion
Whilst aware of your unconditional devotion!
Do you, as I, awake to find your glorious dream
Is ever more beauteous than even it did seem?
Does your heart tremble upon our love's contemplation?
Does it provide cause for your soul's celebration?
Can you feel my presence though many miles separate us?
Do you know what a tremendous part in such fate was?
Are the sounds of common birds singing now more melodious?
Does your heart brim with love, yet remain commodious?
Should you not give all when all has been given to thee?
Such is the myriad majestic emotions you have given to me!
Might you know just how much your love does mean?
Lest you forget, a beauty such as your's-mine eyes have never seen!
Maurice Harris,9 November 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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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
poem by Maurice Harris
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Moments Arent Moments
Tender, warm and serene
Are the words that might come close to having
Remnants of the feelings that we can no longer hide
Mighty, shining and clear
Are but mere expressions that dont come near
To the ever glowing eminence of light in our eyes tonight
cause moments arent moments
Until they are moments like this magic moment of ours
And magics not magic
Until it is magic like magical love in our hearts
Feeling with tender love-bloom
Gentle, quiet, so soft
Are the wings of love that can send us off
To an ever splendor unknown to all in our time
Trusting in the unknown and giving in to what feelings have shown
Will take us to altered intimacies in our lives
Where well find
That moments arent moments
Until they are moments like this magic moment of ours
And magics not magic
Until it is magic like magical love in our hearts
Feeling with tender love-bloom
cause moments arent moments
Until they are moments like this magic moment of ours
And magics not magic
Until it is magic like magical love in our hearts
Feeling with tender love-bloom
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song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Eighth Wonder
Thy Smile
To Our Loving Daughter
It’s the Eighth Wonder on earth
And the First Wonder elsewhere.
Like a ray of a distant star
Thy smile flashes across our world.
Like a dropp of heavenly shower
It gently touches our souls.
Neither the enigmatic smile of Lisa
Nor the smile of Vinci’s model
Compared unto thy heavenly smile
For thou art God’s Gift with divine features.
Thy eyes do smile too
For they’re the lights of the Heavenly Star.
Thy smile is the handiwork of God,
Thy smile is the medicine to every grieving soul,
Thy smile is the utterance of God
Who dwells in the innocence of babes,
Thy smiling eyes do express Heavenly Light.
Let’s imbibe thy smile and dwell in innocence,
For innocence is beauty born of virtues.
poem by MBJ Pancras
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Alone, In Ponderance...
Alone, in ponderance of where my life will be,
I see only 2 things for certain: both you and me!
I know not about anything else in this life, uncertain-
You're the only one who sees through my heart's curtain!
Though you are not near to me, I feel your presence;
I draw great strength from the power of your pleasance!
Our's was a meeting made in the Heavens above,
God could envision, when we could not, our perfect love!
By the time that we meet again, my beloved friend,
We will have built upon a love, without an end!
No matter of poetry, nor any power of prose, shall ever suffice-
To define the beauty who beguiled my heart-not once, but twice!
Word is not needed, my love for thee does so obviate,
Such is the awe-inspiring emotion in me you do evocate!
Maurice Harris,20 January 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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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
poem by Maurice Harris
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Old Glory Stands Alone
The stark white expanse, only broken by a grave stone,
Makes the Stars and Stripes seems to otherwise stand alone;
Truly, the only sign of color as far as the eye may see,
Old Glory stands alone, at The Forefathers' Cemetery.
A gentle zephyr begins, the flag begins to flap,
Maintaining sentry over many a soul, in an eternal nap!
Above, a majestic American Bald Eagle flies,
And peers down, with a sense of pride, we may only surmise,
Then, with what looks to be a very coy smile,
He turns abruptly, in a most majestic style!
The scene repeats in places both far and wide,
Where it evokes an immense sense of American pride
To all fortuitous enough to partake in its splendor-
The country we love is full of them-this is but one wide wonder!
poem by Maurice Harris
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You May Never Know...
Should there have been any doubt, it is now gone;
Had there been enquiry, it is now and e'er, withdrawn!
No form or fashion of question remains to vex,
Yet, this overwhelming feeling still serves to perplex!
I know this, as surely as I do the Sun will set, and the Moon, rise-
Should I further require validation, I need only gaze into your eyes!
My heart's joyful celebration, its awe-inspiring exalt-I remain duteous;
My mind's eye hath been e'er beguiled by this vision, most beauteous!
Sikerly, this shan't fade, as then, a glory shall have been lost,
Lest, this may be causal to heart's lament, my felicity, its cost!
You may never know the beauty I do see, though
It shan't ever be due to my inability to thusly show
You and all else, what, in me you do always impart;
For you are the solitary cause of the beatitude in my heart!
Maurice Harris,8 April 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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A Silent, Altruistic Prayer
I say a silent prayer each and every night,
For the beauty no longer within my sight-
Supplanted by someone I no longer know.
I silently wonder: 'where did my beloved go? '.
I prefer to think she has not really gone away,
But rather, will eventually find herself again, one day.
Taken hostage by fears she could not control,
She needs this re-discovery to once again be whole.
Perhaps, each day as she sees herself in the mirror,
All that she has abandoned of herself will become clearer.
Surely, she seeks the ardor and jollity she once possessed,
Just as surely as the heart silently mourns a love repressed.
Sikerly, Heavenly Father heeds my soulful, altruistic prayer-
For the amelioration of this lady, most beauteous and fair!
-Maurice Harris,8 September 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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