I Proffer Not, Acquiescence!
I have stood forlorn, at the very precipice
Of what Dante coined 'The Eternal Abyss';
Yet, I have seen too, beautificence, sans pareil
And have been inspired by each, all the while!
I have seen acts, diabolical and gifts, Empyrean,
Yet, through it all, I live by a creed, Nietzschean:
'That which does not kill you, makes you stronger',
Though, I shan't stand by idly and do naught any longer!
A precious gifting hath been purloined, from me and mine-
I shan't, its allowance, forgive, though each may otherwise be fine!
I must make known, this scourge, and its remedy, ensure-
To this end, I will do what I must, yet my intentions remain pure!
Until this glory is restored, there exists a void, in its absence-
The lament of my heart is why I proffer not, acquiescence!
Maurice Harris,16 March 2010
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Heaven Welcomes Another Angel
My heart joins with thee, in your sorrow;
I shan't say it will ease in the morrow,
Nor any day soon, if it shall, ever-
Truth be told, it may cease never!
Whence thee lament, surely I lament too;
I feel your pain, as though as one, with you!
I shall provide solace, when solace is wanted;
When all others cower or flee, I remain, undaunted!
Heaven welcomes another Angel into its realm,
Our loss of same, surely now doth overwhelm!
Obligation is owed for what was so precious-
Grieve, yet, celebrate what was left with us;
Yes, a glory hath passed from our sights-
Yet, its memory shall endure, for all our nights!
Maurice Harris,10 March 2010
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With Arms Wide Open
My mind, rife with moments yet to be;
Your absence, I shan't allow to get to me;
My heart, it's lacking again, after a brief respite
From the vigil it has pulled for my beloved, despite
The miles betwixt and with time itself not allaying
Any dolor I may have-though, its needs I am obeying!
My eyes have seen a glory, so now I know it's real;
My soul's capture is complete, it's reality I can feel;
My arms long to nestle thee-I, remiss, for not
Making allowance of your desire, to have-I ought!
WIth arms wide open, I welcome your return;
All the love you need have, sikerly, I shall earn;
Our future shall be written, upon the shoulders of ardor-
This is but the natural order, with which we shan't barter!
Maurice Harris,15 March 2010
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If You Love Someone
I learned from another, to let go of fear-
Heretofore, I shall endeavor to make my emotions clear;
If you love someone, show them, unequivocally-
When you love someone, tell them, fastidiously!
Should I sit idly by and allow this glory to fade,
Lest I believe another may be waylaid?
No! Your heart is quite adept at love, use it well-
Now I know I shan't fall victim to regret's retell!
I love someone, and I shared with her, the same-
I have no means by which to extinguish this flame!
I must do as my heart compels, I am merely a vessel-
I shan't query my decision, nor, its method, wrestle!
I now know that my beloved has no doubt;
How is this? Because, I cast it all out!
Maurice Harris,7 March 2010
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Her Dubiety, His Surety
'How may you covet me as you do-you do not know me, as you must?
Why then would you endue to me, all your love and trust?
You know me only from afar, and thus, always at my best-
How then, to your unceasing adoration, may you still attest?
You now only beg mine consort, and are not too used to it-
Might you not grow weary of same-or, perhaps bemused, through it?
With time's passage, surely your ardor shall wane-
Then, you shall need remind, of same-again and again! '
'My beloved, precious, Empyrean Proffer-
Today's adoration is but a pittance to what I shall offer;
As each dawn delivers upon us, a brand-new day,
You shall grow to learn: it is a love that is here to stay.
Naught that time may serve to teach us,
Shall have cause but for to allow more ardor, to reach us!
To me, your beautificence, is, and shall always remain, sans pareil-
Though my hearty brims with love for thee-all the while
More still shall there be, as time breeds more familiarity;
E'en you shall barter your doubt for this verity!
Serendipity allowedc that our love 'found us'-
To grow evermore, so that it may always astound us.
We shall never stand to take it for granted:
Time and consort shall always grow what He planted!
One day, your dubiety of today shall wither-
In its place, an astonished assurance shall remain thither.
Where there are now not words, to gather
Clarity to thine sentiment-soon, rather
Soon-the words of your heart's content
Shall be vocalized-as was His intent! '
-Maurice Harris,9 November 2010
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My Life's Destiny
I anxiously await rendezvous with my life's destiny;
She hath seen mine own heart, now shall-the rest of me!
An Angel hath called for me-yet, am I prime?
I feel my heart's true exaltation, for the very first time!
I shall present for thee, my beloved: myself, true;
I shan't prevaricate, not even slight- I do so adore you:
Mine eyes have seen glorious, inspired beauty,
Yet, to secern for the world, your's-my God-given duty!
Be not afeared, I shall covet thee as I would, my own wife;
I proffer aegis-I shall protect thee and thine as I do, my own life!
Naught could be more lovely, no more pleasance may be,
Your grace-the most resplendent light, shining brightly, for me!
This magnificent mirth I feel in my soul, naught could portend!
I shall love thee ever more my beloved, as time doth wend!
Maurice Harris,12 March 2010
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Father's Day, Forlorn (2010)
Perhaps your beatitude has naught as rival, I possess no way of knowing;
Perhaps my interminable pride is still not enough, though, I possess no way of showing
You, nor any amongst you, my unconditional, seemingly invisible-paternal pride!
It has been many a long, loathsome day since your grace, last, I eyed! !
I know not sentiment, proper-to explicate your absence-
Unwillingly absquatulated hath been your exquisite quintessence!
There exists no form of recompense, nor means of redress, to which I am amenable-
What hath been absconded marries not with amends, it is quite simply untenable!
A glory lives and breathes, yet I may not, in this resplendence, bask;
The unendurable lament of my grieving heart is impossible to mask!
From the day that I did last sight thee, I have held out hope
That one day, not so far from this, I will see you again-so that I may cope!
One day, your beautificence shall no longer, from me, be hidden-
Then and only shall this pall that exists, be lifted, and from us, ridden!
Maurice Harris,12 June 2010
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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
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Do You Remember Me, Princess?
Do you remember me, Princess? I am the Father you lack-
Taken away from you by prevarication, in a premeditated attack!
I wonder: have any of these enemies of the Constitution thought of your loss-
Have they cared to think of its precepts, or why He died on the cross?
I shan't speak ill of your Mother, you may make up your own mind;
I just pray that one day she may leave the scourge now with her, behind!
You and your Sister are the best gift for which I could have hoped-
Thoughts of your beautificence, the only way I could have coped!
One day, decisions will be your's alone-no longer shall bias prevail;
No longer shall we be made to suffer, given to their iniquity's assail!
Soon our struggle is sure to bear fruit, ignorance can not be this prevalent;
Others seek to do harm, to impose it upon you, my intentions are benevolent!
'Those who have be ransomed by the Lord will return' (Isaiah 51: 11)
The ransom hath been made 1,000 times over-your render, I've earned!
Maurice Harris,20 May 2010
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The Last Word
What must a man do, when the world fails him-
Lest, he believe that the same, assails him?
For shame world that hath 'tread on me'!
Thou should have counted instead, on me!
The last word shall be mine, this I assure thee;
I shan't allow this injustice now before me!
I shall do what my heart tells me I must-
Because, in this, and only this, I lay my trust!
This scourge, lo, this cancer
Demands a swift answer;
I should not have to feel inferior-
As though the 'system's' motives are ulterior!
A price need be paid, and a lesson, learned!
This is my inherent right, not just what I have earned!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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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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Faith's Reward
We may not bide with this glory should we be too afeared;
What for art thou then fawn at what thou always revered?
I have searched my entire life for the one that allows my heart to sing,
My soul to be inspired-to love, more than myself-this is what you bring!
To cause you pain-akin to a self-broken heart, this I shan't e'er allow-
I shall love and covet thee more each passing day-I solemnly avow!
We've been given a truly miraculous, Empyrean gift, always to treasure;
I shall do all I may to honor this, above all else, no matter the measure!
I once thought of happiness as an earthly realm, my acquiescense;
My dreams of more than this met with reality-your quintessence!
This wondrous elation, I simply must always have-it is my life's aim-
These are not mere words, it is notice of my actions-one and the same!
Accept this Heavenly proffer with the enduring faith that brought it-
Embrace all the ardor it provides, remembering why we sought it!
Maurice Harris,11 May 2010
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This Too Shall Pass
'This too shall pass', I repeat this each night,
These words are spoken even still, despite
The languish of my heart, and its lament,
I follow this mantra, wherest ever I am sent!
Not just for self, certainly, do I remain steadfast!
My children, of far greater import, than upon myself, I'd cast!
For them, this is why I do remain true,
For the love of same, naught would I refuse to do!
For purpose far greater than merely myself, alone
I do plod on, secure in knowledge of my truth's tone!
Righteousness is my strength, shan't it, from me, wither!
Your's is deceit, yet we shall coax thee hither!
Integrity, Service, Excellence-an Airman's Creed:
Words that one lives by, are not just words, indeed!
Maurice Harris,21 July 2008
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You Shall Too
Thou shalt ne'er have cause for doubt, toward mine ardor;
Mine sentiment toward thine beautificence is not one with which I may barter:
Naught that thou shalt ever demonstrate
Shall have cause for my doubt, nor for me to hesitate
For even a mere moment, whence consideration thereof is drawn;
Herein lies verbalization of the amity that your beautificence did spawn:
What for hath God bequeathed me, with eyes,
If not to be graced with your Empyrean beauty, and realize
That if not for thee, I would have not cause to so loftily aspire-
As, I have as much cause to covet thee, as I do to respire! ? !
Your's is a beauty more rarified than any earthly jewel:
The magnificent, resplendent Angel, I have dubbed Guzel.
One day my beloved, contrariwise, you shall surely see,
As I unabashedly profess my love-you shall too-for me!
-Maurice Harris,2 November 2010
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To Support And Defend
Unwillingly wading, as I am, in a sea of discontent,
As though I have not a home, awaiting the latest torment;
All hath been absconded-to include 'rights', guaranteed-
Where is my aegis whence I am in need?
To think, I placed myself into 'harm's way'
To help ensure we all remain free every day;
Yet, all the ideals for which I have fought
Seem to stand 'mute'-are they all for naught?
I hold now before you, that upon which you've tread-
Lest you believe otherwise, nothing may stand in its stead:
I have sworn 'to support and defend'-
To my charge, I am steadfast, to my bitter end!
Your day of reckoning shall come surely, fast;
Lessons shall be taught-hopefully, to last
Long after I am gone, for posterity's sake-
I shall do whatever it may take!
To say I am heart-broken is not nearly to understand;
I simply do as my lofty beliefs unwaveringly command:
I shan't allow your ignorance and malice to reign,
You have been causal to a great deal of pain!
Not just whence I am the one concerned-
For far too many, a resplendence has withered!
Take this as heed, that a gauntlet hath been dropped-
I revel not in this role- yet, your depravity hath ne'er stopped!
Ne'er shall I accept this injustice, this cancer-
All those responsible for such, shall be called to answer!
Ne'er shall I bow down and simply take what you have doled,
It is you, for whom the bell has tolled!
Maurice Harris,19 June 2010
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A Proffer Of Love..Sans Pareil!
All that I am, all ever I shall be...
All I possess to confer, I offer freely to thee!
I pledge from my heart...a proffer of love..sans pareil!
A love inherent within, at our genesis, ever-growing...all the while!
Though, as a flower, steadfast: its thirst for life
Wanting for nothing, excepting that which is free!
Many a day have we seen pass. thought become rife...
Defying all but we two, is our love...thine for me, mine for thee!
In it's power and it's glory, shall be told our story!
Lives pass before many, with nary a thought, nor a sight,
Ne'er to envision it's majesty, nor it's celestial delight!
Marvel do we at all it has done, we two for each, amelioratory!
All that we are, all ever we shall be..constancy, all the while
There is love. ne'er to rivaled...a love sans pareil!
Maurice Harris,7 May 2006
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My Heart's Uplifting
The thunder and rain have passed,
The Sun shines again, at long last!
The stormy seas have subsided,
In my mind, it has been decided-
I shan't look back in anger, but forward, with hope,
For this is the only way in which I may cope!
The erupted crater is now long dormant,
I know now a peace, where there was formant!
Flora now grows in utter abundance,
To this pleasance, I pledge my allegiance!
Long dark skies are now rife with sunshine,
Eternal jubilation, after much pain, is now mine!
I know not proper grace for this gifting,
Yet I am ever-obliged for my heart's uplifting!
Maurice Harris,21 April 2010
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Should I Ever Be So Blessed
I fear not that which I have not seen, nor done;
I fear that I will sight no miracles, but the one
Which I may no longer, yet I know still, its glory-
Peruse my heart's lament, you shall know my story!
I regret not that which I have seen, yet, see no longer-
I look to the day where I may become stronger;
To the day whence the glory sees its return,
The wondrous realization of a heart's mournful yearn!
I wonder not, what may have been-
Only to a day, wherest I may begin-again;
To a day where I my finally 'live',
Where I may allow my heart to give!
I know not, faith's lacking, in a life filled with sorrow-
My jollity is assured, as today becomes tomorrow;
Miracles may only happen upon, when prime to receive-
That I am not now, readied, I shall ne'er conceive!
Years have fleeted since mine eyes have sighted either,
Yet I know I've not seen the last of each, neither
Shall one be made the most, until such time
As I bear witness to the topics of this rhyme!
With the Lord as my witness, I would surely rather die
Than to know of their grace, yet, still sit idly by;
I seeketh each with a determined heart and tenacious spirit;
I fervently pray each night to God, ensuring He does hear it!
Should I ever be so blessed as to count both within my life,
I shall make the first, a filial, very proud-and the second, my wife!
This is how He hath designed it, I am quite certain-
I anxiously await His time, when not drawn, is this curtain!
Maurice Harris,11 February 2010
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A Lady's Response to 'The Proposal
How might you be my everything, my heart's tutelar,
When I shan't allow thee to be, for me, too famular!
I need not, thee, nor any other, to be most veracious-
I shan't allow that my heart be for thee, too commodious!
You may not be its guardian, as I see to its coffer,
I resist the enticement of your most beguiling offer!
You hold me in the highest esteem, I do not understand;
Yet, I too must abide by my heart's wanton command!
I need make alliance betwixt mine own heart and thine own mind,
I shall need too, allow: that we two be amorously intertwined!
My every thought, you shall be, due my allegiance of cause-
As I sleep, or as I am awake, thoughts of thee shall ne'er pause!
It is my heart's solemn duty, to accept this calling, amorous;
My heart brims with emotion, yet shall remain commodious!
You too, shan't 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 ever more-
My heart is most captivated-I concede, thee I do adore!
My wants are wants of your own, sikerly, I feel the same-
My heart and soul thieved-further denial would be for shame!
Dreams I had coffered are now dreams to which we aspire-
For you are the solitary source of my mind's true admire!
I shall be for thee: your heart's faithful guerdon, your confidant,
Most trusted friend, your sunshine in the rain and duteous appreciant;
The world shall behold the truth that hath captivated my heart-
All shall revel, as I, in all the wonder and love you do impart!
Remiss would I be, if but one single moment lain waste
Whence I celebrated not, the magnificence therein graced!
Maurice Harris,22 March 2010
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With Constancy, All The While
I lie awake at night, alone, yet not lonely:
Though many miles betwixt us there are,
Naught is there to keep us apart-only
Must I close mine eyes, and you are ne'er far!
Take comfort my beloved, allegiance defines thought of thee!
Nary shall there be departure from such drawn:
This, the narrative of my heart, a tale that shall always be-
Such is at day's end, such is as day does again dawn!
Nihility marries that which draws compare,
I am fortuitous beyond measure, all owed to you!
Incomparable, the life we do share-
But a pittance, I proffer this ode to you!
You are, for me, paramour-sans pareil,
So it is, ever shall it be, with constancy-all the while!
Maurice Harris,14 November 2008
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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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