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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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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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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This Luminescence
So long as I may be capable of respiration,
Thou shan't e'er be wanton for admiration:
I shall trumpet thine beatitude to the world, entire-
Thou art the dream, to which I most ardently aspire;
Mine whole life had been, of true love, devoid-
Until that fateful day, when again deployed
Was the promise that we envisioned many years ago-
Long dormant, this luminescence is once again, aglow!
That which burns so beauteous and bright,
Shan't be disregarded, to fleet from sight
Before its brilliance may be properly appreciated;
A love deferred is a love never satiated:
I owe it to you, and you owe it to me,
To take this chance, to see what we may be!
-Maurice Harris,17 February 2011
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Ne'er Again, Ne'er Again
Today, yet another impediment to my liberty
Has fallen-I wonder what this means for me? !
Could my freedom be near at hand, at long last?
May soon, the day come, when I may look past
All that has happened, and finally start anew?
First though, I must pick up the pieces, to rebuild my heart anew!
Mine faithful patience has outlasted it all-
Now only, may I move from under this iniquitous pall.
Once freedom is again mine, I shan't take same, for granted-
Nor shall I ever forget all that this freedom supplanted;
I've so much I want to do, so much I wish to see-
Yet, I only have one thing that I wish to be-
A Father- to the two most Angelic little ladies there have e'er been;
For far too long we have lost, -ne'er again, ne'er again!
-Maurice Harris,8 April 2011
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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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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
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At Long Last
At long last, I walk toward you, and you, toward me-
This glorious day, a day I feared I would never see!
My heart is racing, and a lump is in my throat;
I have no idea what I might say, but I note
How radiantly beautiful you look, with the sun
At your back, -now my life has truly begun!
The distance between us slowly gathers, far, to near;
I think to myself: 'My beloved, at long last, is here! '
I feel faint, though with each step, more near,
The subject of my adoration grows more clear!
Here you stand, close enough to caress;
Your eyes, shimmering; your smile, Heavenly bless'd!
This meeting, some 20 years past due-
Finally, I utter: 'Great to finally meet you! '
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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As I Grow Older
Though many fond memories have I-many made in this very place,
I must bid a fond adieu still, because time's wend shan't erase
The pain caused, nor the scars ne'er to be seen!
It goes without saying: what an unmitigating heartbreak it has been!
The time lapsed from the attendant events, now numbers years-
Alas, nights pass yet, where I may fill a chalice with my tears!
I spend days afeared, 'looking over my shoulder';
NO! I shan't allow its lasting, as I grow older!
Many, many times, the Sun has risen and the Sun has, again, set-
Since that wretched day causal to the theft of the peace I may never again get!
I have been 'gone' so long, I barely know who I used to be-
A shell of my former self stands in the mirror now before me!
I yearn for my post-traumatic life to truly begin-
I long to look the 'real' me in the mirror once again!
Maurice Harris,9 June 2010
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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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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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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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Life's Only Real Mystery
Life's only real mystery-the only one I can not impart,
Is the remembrance of thee in mine own fragile heart!
Persistence not lacking though, far it is from such,
Cursed be my heart, as I long for thee so very much!
Many a day has passed since our life's tragedy-
Now, besmirched have I been, with a life-long malady!
Naught is able to lessen my heart's immense pain,
Save for one thing perhaps-my family, back again!
The 'why' of it all I shall never quite understand,
I only endeavor to provide for what my heart commands!
Strength is drawn from God, in His 'higher place',
Attempt I do, all of this pain, to erase!
Serve it must, a far higher purpose than is now known,
As is, sure now as ever, I go not into this torment alone!
Maurice Harris,26 July 2008
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Should You Yearn, I Yearn Too!
The ocean wants for the shore-the shore, its destination;
Flowers want for the Sun and rain, which aid in their formation;
Birds want for the sky-the sky, home to their freedom, complete;
I want for thee, with nary a thought of my heart's retreat!
The long, dark night, longs for the bright dawn of a new day;
Winter-weary fauna long for the rebirth of Spring's sway;
The human soul longs for its mate-its solitary compeer-
Every night lacking mine, I long for thee to be ever more near!
Blurred now have been the lines betwixt your's and mine-
Where before I had concerns of my own, now they meet with thine!
Your wants are now wants of my own-thee, I assure;
I spare not imagination in my emotion-you though, demure!
Your longings have now another champion-they are now my concern too-
Your needs are now needs of my own-should you yearn, I yearn too!
Maurice Harris,10 May 2010
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What Might You Do?
What if you were me-what might you do?
Must you serve, for crimes, your penance-
Yet, to mine own heart, I must remain true;
After all, how penal might be the return of our romance?
In utter disbelief I have wondered the 'why? ' of it all!
Nary shall there be for me, explication, proper,
Nothing but all there was, before your fall-
All or nothing-this is my only, final offer!
Hopeful I am that you see behind my compassion
To the love I feel in my heart!
To your heart, for you to be true, is all I am asking,
Rewind may we, to wherest our love did start!
I shall be free soon, at long last,
But for only now shall I look you, past!
Maurice Harris,15 July 2008
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The Pleasance Of Thine Gaze
If pure beauty ever had a more true manifestation,
I know not its form, nor its very ideation-
Ponderance of same has been thusly, banished-
As my want for else long ago vanished.
My most ardent desires lie in its appreciation:
This humble heart seeks thine, for life-long adoration;
Somniation allows that I may, in glimpses, continue to gather-
Still, this ardor's puissant presence, I would much rather.
Should hope and faith have been all that were needed,
Long, long ago, this intermittence would have ceded
To ubiquity, and a dream would have been realized;
Therein lies the cause for mine sight: to drink in thine eyes;
There is not enough time, in a lifetime of days,
To satiate mine want for the pleasance of thine gaze!
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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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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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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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The Grief Of My Heart
Explication naught is there, for to make but reason
Out of the grief of my heart, truth seems its treason:
I shall submit not to shame-to thine own self, I am true,
Be this put again to me, all the same still, I would do!
An emptiness exists, wherest there is so much to give-
This void shan't find fill whence lacking your presence near,
Such this is at current, so too for as long as I may live!
Alas, return to me or stay aloof, I shall hold thee still dear!
You touched my very soul, then you scurried away-
I beseech you for your return, a riposte yet, of stay!
Articulation as this is lacking too, to present proper repose:
Missing thee, my heart blossoms still, as an eternal rose!
I am without contrition, my conscience too, is clear-
Touched by an Angel was I, ever shall I hold thee most dear!
Maurice Harris,8 April 2009
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This Glory Is My Invitation
A new world awaits;
I, in concert with the fates,
Must embrace this journey-
My destiny awaits, for me!
I am not whole here, sans its light-
I shan't allow its fleeting, before my sight;
Stride into this resplendence, I must-
In its ever-benevolent purpose, I trust!
This glory is my invitation;
I await my long-sought elation-
In this place, at this time-
For this viage, I am prime!
This beauteous, life-long somniation
Waits for me, to impart its realization!
Maurice Harris,5 June 2010
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