Ode-My World (For Liz)
I truly love, perhaps it is untold,
Yet, it is these three I most dearly hold:
Dianna, Jessica, Junior-in order only, of birth-
Tis they that are causal my magnificent mirth!
They reside with me, though alone in the rain-
Consort do we, as the Sun doth shine again!
I adore their jollity, wit and sense of wonder,
Ubiquitous, mirrored in God's awesome thunder!
Compeers are they, as day dawns- until again, it poses-
I draw compare with the beauty of splendid roses,
Hear them in music judged most melodious;
All the love I may give, yet, my heart-commodious!
For the love of these, I would sacrifice all I may-
My love for them, more boundless every day!
Maurice Harris,19 August 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
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
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
14 August 2009
Today, I celebrate with all, the day of your birth-
Causal art thou to this, my magnificent mirth:
Gifted to me was this, without but a choice-
This beauty-this day! I do now rejoice!
Once a wondrous vision, now again so very real-
Once coffered, not able now am I to conceal!
Celebratory for you, yet apart by many a mile,
My thoughts reside with you though, all the while!
Obliged am I for the gift you proffer to me,
In recompense, my amity I offer to thee!
May your day be full of happiness and glee,
And remind you of that which you extend to me!
May many days as this bless you further still,
May too, all of your life's dreams fulfill!
Maurice Harris,14 August 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Explication Proper
Explication proper, mere words do yet clutter:
Wondrous memories fill my heart, to my very soul-
Each time mine eyes lain upon yours, fall it did aflutter;
Causal to the virtues your beautificence doth extol!
Sights and sounds, once ordinary, even mundane,
Now strangely more beautiful and melodious-
It was thought my heart's love would be in vain,
I see now- it is strong, resilient and commodious!
Do not be afraid of the amity that does everlast-
It shall be requited in kind, this I avow to you:
Be now secure, your future is made from your past-
My fragile, yet loving heart- I offer now to you!
All that which is worth loving, surely inspires fear-
Alas, that which is love, resides for you right here!
Maurice Harris,3 August 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Loving Truth
Mine is a lady surely not prime for her own beauty-
To ensure she be attestant to same, my solemn duty!
One wish have I for my beloved-to show her in no uncertain terms
All the resplendence she doth possess and my heart affirms!
Certainly, she must know all the jollity she doth endue;
Indubitably, she is all my hopes and dreams come true-
Yet, beyond humility, she disbelieves what doth obviate-
If but she could, her sense of self would surely ameliorate!
I want for this more than any, due my love and fidelity-
God willing, one day, she will meet this with amenability;
If but only I could evince my heart's magnificent glory
Directly to her, without having to tell it, by way of a story-
Then her convincing would be assured, ne'er belittled-
Until then, my loving truth ensures her own esteem is gentled!
Maurice Harris,20 November 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Saw Beauty Today
I saw beauty today, more than mine eyes have, ever;
Thou shalt ne'er be absent from my thought-no, never!
Effusive and ebullient, all are made to be ameliorate-
God surely spared no mentation when you, He did create!
I am made better, for my privity to your existence,
Love for thee strengthens my paternal persistence;
You may not know me, as I do you-yet, I assure you
There is but no other, as do I, who doth adore you!
Perchance, you miss me not, as I do for you, yearn-
Yet, my beloved Angel, one day, this too, you will learn!
Fortified in heart, by knowledge of your need for our consort-
My all-consuming passion for same, naught could ever thwart!
I shall again behold the beauty that doth reside with you,
Envision yet not, all the beauty that doth abide with you!
Maurice Harris,9 January 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Love Doth Persist as Time Doth Wend
Love doth persist as time doth wend,
Omnipresent and efficacious, all doth portend!
No longer fantastic, nor made but in dream-
Though real, a wraith it still doth seem!
Presence without, still not to matter
Mere thought of thee: my heart, pitter-patter!
You are desired yet, though you are not near-
It clements compassion to know you reside here!
Bereft of sentiment am I, more pure-
Than to opine that, by you, I am enraptured!
Time shall doth not belie this fact of most import:
I am not plenary unless with you I do consort!
Ne'er to wither, surely ne'er to wane-
A love as this- surely to ne'er come again!
Maurice Harris,4 December 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Love, As Our's, Shan't There Be Compare
I shall love thee at all times, and in ways, innumerable-
My love for thee shall be without precedent-incalculable!
I shall love thee, at times e'en despite yourself;
Most gracious and giving may I be, owing to my heart's melt!
Though deserving of it, at times, debateable
You are solely causal for my heart, so stable!
Ne'er again shall I be without your love;
Ne'er again shall thee need want for wonderful thoughts of!
My love for thee can and shall have caused movement of mountains;
Causal it has been to the crossing of most vast of oceans!
Nary an impediment may be placed betwixt,
My love, surely e'en my broken heart may be fixed!
A love, as ours, shan't there be compare;
Amazedly gaze, do all others, fixed be their glare!
Maurice Harris,31 December 2007
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
She Is My Heavenly Proffer
Perhaps once in thine own life, if truly fortuitous,
Ye shall gain privity to a beauty, as I, whose glorious
Resplendence shines-as a beacon, through all my hours-
A beauty so rarified it doth astound and overpowers
The senses at times! Though she doth dwell many a mile
From whence I am, still, I am greeted at all times-by her smile!
Should my life's flame be doused, right here and now,
I shan't have cause to aspire further-as this I avow:
I have glimpsed Heaven-in her eyes, it doth reside-
Not to speak slight of the Empyrean Kingdom, nor deride;
I have seen her truth, and simply must, to it, attest;
She is cause for me to know, I am most and truly blessed!
No matter of love or affection shall serve to suffice-no, not nearly;
Nothing shall ever be proper grace for the one I love most dearly!
My life until now hath been wanton of a love worthy of what I have to offer-
No longer need I search for same, obligation owed to God's greatest proffer!
Our consort was a divine providence, of this, you may be assured;
My soul hath now its compeer; My heart's everlasting guard, secured!
I must see this glory e'er closer still-to this end, I shall do what I must;
All my hopes and dreams-all the faith I have in my heart-to her, I do entrust!
'Lord, as Thou hast given unto me, this magnificent, glorious covenant,
I shall endeavor dutifully to pay it proper honor, as I remain allegiant! '
My amorous wonderment knows not bound, whence she is concerned-
For she doth embody all that for which my life, entire, I have yearned!
As this singularly magnificent night gives way to the dawn of a new day,
There is but one truth I know and shall endeavor evermore, to convey:
She is my Heavenly proffer, given unto me as proof of His divine inspiration-
She-the solitary source of my mind, heart and soul's panoply of elation!
Maurice Harris,24 May 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Yet So Very Close
So far...yet so very close,
Is the one I love the most:
Though you are not near,
Still, I hold thee most dear!
Each night, as I do sleep,
Promise of consort I do keep;
Each morning, as I wake,
The glory, reality does take!
It is now mostly fanciful dream-
Omnipotent, real it does seem!
Each day, as I faithfully pray-
Perhaps one closer to that day!
Alas, as my dreams and reality do unite
Nearer still to me, you, I do invite!
Maurice Harris,24 August 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
One Day
One day, you will love me, as I do, you:
You will see the beautiful unity in us that I do!
One day, your heart's guard shall see its release:
Then you shall live in a magnificent, loving peace!
One day may come in the morrow, or perhaps in a year-
Its imminence is the only part that is not crystal clear!
It is this-the 'one day', for which I hold fast,
The day where my life shall truly begin, at long last!
The Book says: love is patient, love is kind-
These profoundly simple words do but serve to remind
Of the depths of my devotion to the same-
Love is not love, whence you need hasten its flame!
One day, you shall see all the beauty inherent in me,
Yet first, you need be wise to the beauty inherent in thee!
Look through mine own eyes, there you shall see clearly
Why you are my most beloved Angel, that I covet most dearly:
Explication defies mere word, yet through mine eyes, it doth obviate;
Once you attain privity to same, then only shall you appreciate
All that you truly mean-both, to and for me-
A truly foreign sensation-I am humbled before thee!
One day, your grace shall inherit its beatitude-
Your love in return shall be proper gratitude;
I seeketh thee, only because I simply must,
At last, I found the one, in which I may entrust
My mind, my heart and indeed, my soul-
The one whose virtues, my whole life I shall extol!
One day, your 'distance' shall surely wither and wane,
Then, and evermore, a want for love, you could ne'er feign!
Maurice Harris,28 January 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Wonder I Now See
I do felicitously ponder our life's sequel;
As your's is a beauty truly without equal,
The brightest stars pale when comparison is made:
Their grandeur and brilliance doth seem to fade!
Yet, all too doth seem still more beauteous,
To thee and thine own grace, I remain duteous:
To consort with thee, all, I would proffer
For its guard, abiding, in my heart, I would coffer!
The ordinary is made to inspire awe,
The imperfect, now seen without flaw-
The unsightly, now seen with new eyes:
That not noticed before, I now prize!
All owed to thee, the wonder I now see,
That thought unattainable, may now be!
Maurice Harris,24 August 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!