My Long 'Day
My long 'day' approaches its 'night',
An egregious injustice approaches its right!
Truth comes into focus, becomes apparent-
Never have I once, from this, been errant!
The world must now and evermore, awaken,
To all, that from me, has been baselessly taken;
Silent no more, I speak a righteous tale,
No longer may they besmirch me or assail!
Far too much import is there, intrinsic,
To not dispute your mendacious mnesic!
So long as I live, so long as I breathe,
Shall I not cower from what I now sheathe-
Never to stop fighting until the fight is done,
Laying down my arms only when the battle is won!
Maurice Harris,20 September 2009
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Born Into Chaos
I was born into chaos, which reigned long,
A world into which no one should live;
I knew not what that day would give-
Yet, through it I have remained strong!
A dastardly fiend and his accomplice
Under guise of nurture, most cowardly still-
Terrorizing nestlings, testing their very will,
Did perpetrate a most horrific injustice!
There is much, as consequence, once this had begun!
Forgiveness, for some, would come in different forms:
Your charge was to provide shelter from their 'storms'!
Then, how could you allow what was repeatedly done?
Their childhood was supplanted by your salacious sin-
Innocence was lost for them, ne'er to be their's again!
Maurice Harris,22 September 2009
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Grace And Beauty
Steady yourself, your very life hangs in the balance!
Will this venue finally serve as your affirmance?
Deceit and its promoters stand in your way,
Verity is your only friend, will it win out that day?
Vindication, with the whole world as audience!
All was arrogated, yet you ask only truth's credence;
Though this will serve only as your initial conflict,
Many other wrongs shall also be lain to interdict!
Rights and protections, guaranteed by fundamental law
Never offered, maliciously, not merely through flaw!
Egregious wrongs, shall be addressed and made right,
The world entire shall be made privy to your plight!
Put behind yourself all the ugliness, all that is vile;
See only grace and beauty, now and all the while!
Maurice Harris,27 September 2009
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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Then only shall my love for thee be withdrawn;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
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As Long As I
When the heart and brain cease to function
I will no longer exist,
but as long as I am living
I will do the thing I love to do.
As long as I have arms
I can give a hug when needed.
As long as I have legs
I can walk that extra mile.
As long as I have eyes
I can see the beauty around me.
As long as I have a brain
I can think of may things.
As long I have fingers
I can write down what I think.
As long as I have a tongue.
I will tell the world of my dreams.
As long as I have a heart
I can and will live and love.
As Long as I have you
my world is complete.
21 October 2010
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This Ardor Is My Strength
I met my love as a child, afeared and unaware;
Now I see that my love has always been right 'there'-
I loved her then and I love her evermore, still-
Surely, I always have and I always, always will!
I know she loves me, because my heart tells me its true;
I know she calls for me, as surely as I call for her too-
This is all I need, I want for no further attestation-
My heart has been calling, I accept its invitation!
I wait no longer, my destiny has arrived, at long last-
I take leave of this place, to remain only in my past-
My home is where my heart has been for so very long,
I must provide wings for this love-its calling, so very strong!
This ardor is my strength, my truth, my light-which leads my way-
The glow of which becomes ever more resplendent every single day!
Maurice Harris,31 May 2010
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A Life Left Unexplored
It is with a hopeful heart, that is at once, diminished,
That I reach out to you, to redress a path, left unfinished.
Life took us in disparate directions, and we lost our way,
Yet, God gave us another chance, and come what may,
We must use it, rather than take it for granted.
Despite the years, this love has never been supplanted,
Nor even lessened, in any way that we may see.
At long last, our long-deferred, yet powerful love, may be
All that it was supposed to be, before we abandoned it-
Free to bloom evermore, as God commanded it!
We are no longer fool-hearty, as we were in our youth-
The years have taught us naught, if only the power of this truth:
We may only ever bury our heart's ardor for so long,
Before we must concede that the very nature is wrong.
The only recourse that we have in this regard,
Is to cede to love's power, and triumph in its guard!
So much of our lives is left to be explored;
Why not then, with one another-as my heart has implored!
-Maurice Harris,9 October 2011
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I Refuse To Live Subject To Fear
I refuse to live subject to fear in any form;
For far too long, I have been subject to intimidation-
No more, no more-I have been a pawn to deceit's storm
Once, twice before, and shall no longer allow its manifestation;
I am unlike you, when I am in fear, I communicate, not shut out
The source of my fear, even though your heart yearns for same;
I adore you, and would never do anything to besmirch your name,
But your deceit has now transmogrified into misplaced blame,
For the 'love of your life'-I shall no longer play your game!
I am not the product of your fears, nor could I put out
Such a feeling, in anyone with a rational base to their thought;
I shall wait, forever if I must, for this love to be what it ought!
How dare you break your own heart, and blame me for this fear-
Your long-sought love is practically upon you, never before, this near!
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Long As
As softly as the wind blows
As quitely as the grass grows
Is as sure as love does flow.
Truly as the sky is blue
As long as there has been two
Is as long as my loves been for you.
As long as there has been night
Longer than there has been light
Is as long as you'll be at my side.
As long as there has been day
As long as words I can write and say
Is as long for love man and me have prayed.
As long as I will live my life
As long as I will battle with my strife
Is as long as I know that love is right.
As long as there has been a tear
As long as I have shown no fear
Is as sure, as I wish you were here.
Randy L. McClave
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Alone, Gone for So Long
i've been gone for so long...
my eyes can't recognize the image in a mirror,
my voice can't follow my thoughts
and my dreams left me alone.
I've been gone for so long...
my family doesn't realize when i'm here,
my own self doesn't know when i'm there
and my thoughts left me alone.
I've been gone for so long...
my friends can't speak anymore with me,
my stopped writing for me
and i left my own-self alone.
Alone, I've been gone for so long...
obnoxious thoughts and writings
people standing with me not being there
and superheroes showing up their faces.
As the end approaches
where was i at the beginning?
cause i've been long for so long...
that alone has to be the only word
or thing that could fulfill the rest overs of me!
Alone, gone for so long
as I've been gone for so long alone.
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Winds, Sun, And Stars
Are the winds, which constantly reshape trees,
A silent messenger, sending my love to you-
Or is it just as it would seem, a mere breeze! ? !
I should think both; so long as it is the one, it is the other too!
Is the Sun and its rays, most brilliant,
Responsible for collecting my ardor in the East
And setting in the West-for you, its recipient! ? !
I should think it does this much, at the very least!
Are the stars, which blanket the sky, each and every night,
Another means by which my love's strength may reach you! ? !
Does it not transcend from the Heavens, to present within your sight?
I should think it is there at all times, with a presence to beseech you
To embrace it, as it has embraced you-and shall, evermore;
Perhaps you shall be loved by another-but, shall never, more!
-Maurice Harris,11 July 2010
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Truth Leads My Actions
Do you believe still, what your mind caused you to think?
In your heart, you know your cause lacks veracity-
Alas, like a desperate, dying animal-you fight with tenacity!
Your paranoia causes your world to change, before you may blink!
Ever did you think, you may not be right?
Removed have you, their Father, their friend-
For them, I shall wage on, until the bitter end!
Know do I my ultimate victory, as righteous is my fight!
Nothing good has come, from that day on,
This due His rejection of your sinister way-
You had but one choice, from that day!
Accept this and the truth-allow again, love's spawn!
Deserve not, do you, my tolerance and understanding-
Truth leads my actions, my cause quite commanding!
Maurice Harris,18 June 2008
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A Father's Lamentation
How long is a lifetime?
Surely, it is measured
In inspiration sublime-
Must, by all, be treasured!
Is then a lifetime longer
Than only two years?
Why do I feel no stronger-
Measuring my pain in tears?
If 'God is my might'
And she, 'The chosen One'-
Why is this now not right?
Why has my life not begun?
When does my light shine again-
When does my life truly begin?
Maurice Harris,21 November 2009
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Ebb And Flow
Emotions, like the ocean's tides, do ebb and flow;
One thing, however, will ne'er, from my heart, go:
Your deceit is causal to the lament I carry with me every day-
No matter of time, nor distance, shall e'er see this fade away!
Like none other has, or even could, you have absconded with my all;
Not shall I waiver or wane in my righteous battle, nor may this pall
From what I simply must do, for that which is far more important than I-
Until they are again with me, I shall wish for same, each and every nigh!
Your fate saddens me a great deal, yet it was of your own design-
Yet, there are consequences and repercussions for own malign!
I regret no longer what must surely come now, for you-
What you have done is inexcusable, no repent am I due!
May there only be for you, only what you know to be just;
May you find the humility you need, to learn the lessons you must!
Maurice Harris,10 December 2009
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She Is Extant
'Where is she? ', I wonder, as I lie down to sleep,
Only when I find her may I then keep
The promise I have held in my heart, for so very long;
Only then, may I satiate the passion, now so very strong,
For a mate for my long-ambattled, yet ever-deserving soul;
Somewhere, in this world of wonder, is mine-
Somehow, I will be made to again be whole,
When I finally find her and our souls combine
To form a unique unity, from a now-disparate duality-
Only when my audacious aspirations marry reality!
She is extant, my heart tells me so...
When dubiety lurks, my faith lets me know
That though I may not now see her,
The very next lady I meet, could very well, be her!
-Maurice Harris,1 September 2011
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The Genesis Of My Tears
Time doth pass, yet, in this place, my heart stays-
I shall knoweth true, your grace, one of these days!
You may not hear my mournful call to you, each and every night,
Know still my precious Angel, I shall again have you within my sight!
No matter of impediment, no means of quasi-official bias,
Shall keepeth thee from thine own thoughts, alas, they do try us!
Many a sorrowful, solitary nox, I have wept, for thee
To be within my humbled sight, and near to me-
Sikerly, still I shall, for all nights yet to come,
Until such time as this 'scourge' shall succumb
To mine own heart's dogged persistence
And mine own faith's steadfast resistance
To what is now, and has been for years-
The cause of my heartache and genesis of my tears!
Not doth there exist, a reason, nor any rhyme
To have taken from us, all this precious time-
Many loathsome ones have been causal, this heartache,
Many still, shall stand witness-my will shan't ever break!
One cause, one single-minded purpose, have I,
One of far more import than could I explicate, or even try-
For, mine own heart was ripped, nearly to shred
Upon that woeful day, when honor lay, nearly dead-
Yet, arise hath it, from the proverbial ashes, indeed stronger,
To wage a righteous battle, ne'er caring for how much longer-
Know this my beloved: nothing, nor anyone may find success
Should they come betwixt me and what is your loveliness-
I shall endeavor, if need be, until my last, dying breath,
To put, once and for all-for evermore, this iniquity, to death!
Maurice Harris,20 December 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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Called To Duty (A Father's Letter Home, To His Daughters)
Called to duty-for honor, for family, for country, for freedom's sake-
To stay behind, to leave injustice be, is but a choice I cannot make!
In my absence, my precious family, home and all alone-without me;
Daddy misses you dearly-in this, please do not ever doubt me!
Dwell do I now, in a place, with a people, where hope seems forsaken-
To restore their faith, freedom, all else that has from them, been taken!
This place, these iniquities, they hardly seem fit, even for a pauper-
Stay I must, until my post is relieved or their rights, restored, proper!
Worry not for me though, my beloved, whilst in danger I may be-
My brothers-in-arms and God Almighty shall both look after me!
Know this my Angel, as you anxiously await my return, each night-
Nothing, and no one other, shall cause your absence from my sight;
A calling of this import only may cause me, from you, to part-
Whensoever I may, I shall return to you, wherest I left my heart!
Maurice Harris,11 November 2009
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Long Arms
Woke up this morning
and everything seemed smaller
than it was the day before.
My arms seemed to be too long
and kept bumping into things.
It was as if they had grown overnight,
even as the day progressed
they still seemed longer
than they were the day before.
I know I am tall and have long arms,
but today it seemed they were more so.
When I wake up tomorrow,
I will really start worrying
if I can touch my toes
without bending over.
5 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Sun
Long after midnight has fallen
a hush falls throughout the land
as dawn slowly approaches
to once more colourize the land.
A magic revitalization
from millions of miles away.
Each petal will unfurl
under this magic eye
that looks down upon us
from beyond the blue sky.
Sleepy heads will yawn
and awaken with its warmth,
as beauty will colour
night’s landscape bleak.
When the sun nudges the moon to sleep.
26 March 2010
poem by David Harris
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My Fate
Surely many concerned have bothered not, sleuth:
Time shall allow all who doubt be shown the truth!
My fate now rests with you, my Lord-
'Shall my suffering continue as has been,
Or shall my faith in You gain reward;
If not, when will my righteous struggle end? '
I present not with you false appearance:
Though I do not gather your design full,
I question not your purposive omniscience!
Alas, I defend daily against doubt's pull!
No matter the result, dutiful I shall remain!
If You answer but one prayer I may make-
Grant me consort with my daughters again:
This would make worth of all my heartache!
Maurice Harris,25 September 2009
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