Soon Shall Come Your Bitter Rain
Soon shall come your bitter rain,
Shan't it be the triumph you hoped to gain!
The triumph shall be of the human spirit-
It's percussion such that you'll surely hear it!
A Martyr you surely sought to be,
In it's stead, you have made same, out of me!
Your whole attempt at such, made in deceit,
Once judgment is final, shall my martyrdom be complete!
All happens for a reason, some left unknown-
On that day though, the reason shall be shown!
Ne'er before, perhaps ne'er again, as such
Shall there be, at stake, so very much!
Clearly, your aim and outcome were quite divergent,
Never shall we then know what you really meant!
Maurice Harris,26 July 2008
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Sunflower
Sunflower-wilting in the sun, wanton for its rain,
Though rain, as the same, shall ne'er pass its way again!
No longer do conditions exist which allow for its presence-
Alas, its immense pain has tempered its beauteous essence!
Without precipitation to nourish it, wither further, it shall-
Before long, even those not familiar, will notice its pall!
One without the other, surely shan't there be,
As is such with you now: for you are without me!
Whence together, rain doth feed the sunflower,
One may see further, its benefit, each passing hour!
Once removed from each, they are no longer the same-
They remain themselves then, only but in name!
Allow now my rain, to your sunflower's benefit,
One for the other, surely does each, it befit!
Maurice Harris,25 July 2008
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All The Demons And Ghosts
You have stolen my 'todays', yet you shan't steal my tomorrow-
Thought upon your deceitful ruse surely hastens sorrow!
Nary shall there be, for you, a proper penance,
Somehow though, you must come to truth's acceptance!
The only way to take leave of your deceit-
Is to allow for my truth to defeat,
All the Demons and Ghosts
Responsible for your shame, the most!
For if but only, our children's posterity
You owe, at the least, your honesty!
Without such, your downfall you have surely brought,
As is, to tell the truth, is what you ought!
They say: 'the truth shall set you free'-at least you, it shall keep-
Otherwise choice made, causes my heart's weep!
3 August 2008
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My Love Surely Has Foresaken Me
My love surely has foresaken me,
Look just where my love's deceit has taken me!
Lonely is the night, lo the day,
Since my love sent me away!
I envision her and nary a foul thought enters my head,
Never would or could I allow for a negative word to be said!
Fear made her a monster, yet love shall surely prevail,
Restore it shall, all as before, when she did me, fail!
Many moments in life define you as a man,
None though more than this, surely you understand!
Hysteria led thee astray, to that dark place,
Where, no longer may I visage the beauty of your face!
As with the pasage of time, reality is restored,
Soon, my love, relief shall be had for our heart's dischord!
Maurice Harris,31 March 2008
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Your Answer I Await
Your mind causes wander, yet your heart begs of stay!
Your fears, perhaps overwhelming, cause you to stray!
Naught is there a nemesis worthy of love's might-
No matter concern, it shan't suffice to remove you from my sight!
Nary explication, perhaps you are not able to proffer such-
Without reason, my heart's ache is not offered much!
Do you ruminate of me I am left to wonder! ?
In wake of your absence, my heart is torn asunder! !
A promise of unity you made to me for all we face,
In it's stead, I am left without you, not beholden your grace!
Are you now more blithe, without report with me?
If this you do affirm, must you then declare dischord with me!
Your answer I await, I provide you now time for thought-
I believe in your heart's devotion, so too what to be, ought! !
Maurice Harris,18 November 2008
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Lying Here, In Soul's Contemplation
Ne'er would I have imagined I could be hurt so completely,
By the one person to which I had given my heart repletely!
Antithetical to my hopes and dreams was it, to be sure-
Nothing short of love's return might ever cure!
Lying here, in soul's contemplation-utterly crushed,
Not for reason mind you, but for judgment rushed!
Simple communication, enough to avoid
All that your hysteria seemingly destroyed!
Ne'er more import has been placed in truth's knowing:
In it surely is much capacity for growing!
Learned from adversity, some of life's biggest lessons-
So too, are we made stronger, through life's testing!
On the other side, we, for each, are made stonger,
Consequent to this, love grows thus, goes-longer and longer!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2008
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Daddy Misses You, Dearly
Daddy misses you, dearly, as he wages a battle, righteous;
He has been wronged severely, and he might just
Need to teach a lesson, learned the hard way-
To all those responsible for all leading to this day!
Left a choice shall she be, out of a sense of respect
For both of you, and for the love I have in my heart, to expect
Any less or different from me, is to not recognize
All that makes me what I am-logical, loving and wise!
Strive have I to be the better person,
So as to not allow the situation to worsen!
Alas, I shall have done all I could, all I may-
The choice shan't be mine any longer, after that day!
As I surely have been burdened greatly by what she has done,
So too, shall I ne'er allow that she be let, from her actions, to run!
Maurice Harris,22 July 2008
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Mommy Has But Lost Her Way
Mommy has but lost her way, my dear,
Absent too logical thought, rationality, nowhere near!
Far removed from reason, this is for certain;
Though deemed her nemesis-I'm not the only one she's hurting!
She owes herself and our beutiful progeny
The courtesy of logic, inherent in our destiny!
Dichotomous are her actions- removal sought on one hand,
Yet, deceit in it's face-impossible to understand!
Insane it is to think it has gone this far,
Wonder do I, each night, my love, how you are!
Have you now others, looking after your concerns,
With each passing day, without, my heart burns!
Return now my love, to world's reality-
Accepting your role in our life's causality!
Maurice HArris,21 July 2008
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Whence Just Nestlings
Whence just nestlings, our prologue was written,
Upon first sight of thee, surely was I, smitten!
Though far too brief, our time together-
It made for me memories to last forever,
Sustained me through times, most worthy of forget-
Aware all the while you would return to me yet!
Perchance, allowance made for all of my hurt,
Mere visage of thine beauty, my just dessert!
Ne'er have mine eyes been so very blessed,
Alas, if you doubt my words, my heart shall attest!
Though you were not near, in my heart you did reside-
Such is the truth of my heart that I may no longer hide!
Unabashed am I in this unfeigned amative,
Lo, surely not homage proper in this humble narrative!
Maurice Harris,31 July 2009
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11 September 2001
On that fateful day, though much indubitably was lost,
The world shown-our spirit they may not exhaust!
Our world, their world, they have altered forever-
Yet, they have failed miserably in their endeavor!
Surely, many ways to espouse the ideals they advance-
Yet, their hate seems to have no basis but in ignorance!
Attempt made to inculcate in us great and abject fear;
I say 'We are the free, the brave-fright lives not here'!
Stealth is their tact, not even a combatant's courtesy,
They commenced upon their own self-fulfilling prophesy!
Awakened has been, our conscience to evil's existence,
Never to falter, nor fail in our dogged persistence!
Their wicked cause seems only the masses fright,
Bear witness now terrorist, our righteous might!
Maurice Harris,12 September 2009
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No Longer Snow On Kilimanjaro
I long for thee but whence I have occasion to respire;
Thou art the solitary object, of which I shan't e'er tire;
Rumination of thee shall surely one day be done-
One day after we no longer bask under the warmth of the Sun;
As soon as all the stars can no longer shine,
This is when you shall find love more ardent than mine;
My desire to be ever-nearer to thee shall surely wane-
Just as soon as we dwell in a world without rain;
To be without thee shall no longer be my sorrow,
Upon the Winter's day there is no longer snow on Kilimanjaro!
The hands of time shall surely need cease in their entirety,
Before, upon mine ardor, I may draw even the slightest dubiety;
Upon mine heart, soul, and mine's fidelity, you may depend-
So it was then, so it is now, so it shall be-when time doth end!
-Maurice Harris,11 March 2011
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An Angel Surely You Must Be (a favorite of MY 'favorite'!)
An Angel surely you must be-
Allowed to descend from Heaven, straight to me!
An Empyrean loss, surely my gain:
A love as our's, ne'er to come again!
Your eyes: as if the sky, when bereft of cloud-
Your smile: much too brilliant for the hardiest haze to shroud!
Your skin: far more lustrous than could be, of this earth-
Your presence: solely responsible for my mirth!
Your voice, more inspiring than even the finest melody:
As though each word spoken parcel to your rhapsody!
Naught shall be there to supplant, for me, your wonder-
Here and everafter, undivided, ne'er to sunder!
Sikerly, it is you that provides me my purpose:
Enraptured am I by each chord of your ariose!
Maurice Harris,14 November 2008
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Before Ever We Did Meet
Before ever we did meet, I missed thee-
In my dreams too, many times, I have kissed thee-
Before there was you, there was only my heart's retreat,
To opine differently, would be to impart deceit!
I have now but just one all-consuming goal:
To meet again my heart, which you stole!
Until such time as we do again meet,
Surely I am less than whole, not nearly complete!
Forever and always shall I hold you to be most dear,
Foremost are thoughts of thee, though we are not near!
One day, perhaps whence not expectant of such,
You shall find me near to your tender touch!
Naught does there exist else of more import-
To assure us a life where naught else may consort!
Maurice Harris,22 November 2008
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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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Beauteous, As An Eagle In Flight
Beateous as is the sky at night-
Beauteous, as an eagle in flight!
With me always, most especially now,
Cognizant of circumstance, attendant-you may ask how?
Love emits a constancy, that through all, bears
Witness, and serves notice, of the power it shares!
Though it may hurt you, you gain strength, as you perservere-
It is as you peer your trembling heart that you know love lives here!
Without such, surely would I allow languish-
My guardian is this, against anguish;
Love is an inimitable force, which naught may rival-
It is essential, most, when compare is drawn, for survival!
Love allows me to feel your pain,
As does it, to ensure it ne'er returns here again!
Maurice Harris,29 July 2008
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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
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My Love's Avail
I have no words which befit my heart's sentiment,
Nothing could ever properly form it's embodiment-
Alas, I assure thee, my beloved, all that I may, with lyric-
My love's reality doth belie it's very essence, esoteric!
Causative is it: my heart's sweet, exalted jubilation;
Each day next, reason more, for my soul's celebration!
Mundane is made extraordinary; austere, made most fair;
I was meant for but to love thee-this, to all, I do swear!
Not of mine own volition, I hath not a choice
But to provide my amorous heart, a voice-
It doth vocalize a narrative I simply must tell;
All need know what love for thee doth compel!
As surely as words shall always, in this, fail-
So too shall you be assured of my love's avail!
Maurice Harris,20 November 2009
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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
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Our Love, Stronger Than Any Fear
Do you know how lucky you are? Had you been any other,
I say this not merely because you are my children's Mother!
You have shown me though, all I need to see,
I have loved you as I have no other, you too, for me!
You are the love of my life, I need not anything else;
You give me a elevated sense of mine own self!
Love me as you used to and I shall no longer perturbed-
Love me now, as then-as though our love, left undisturbed!
Fear away fear, leave her be-you've no longer a place!
No longer do you hold court over her actions, her mind!
You have left her surely-she has left you behind!
No longer may you, our love, away, chase!
Our love is stronger, still, than is any fear;
My love, with me, whether I am there, or here!
Maurice Harris,20 March 2008
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Where Is This Beauty?
Where is this beauty, what soma has she assumed?
Shall I make consort with thee- my heart's consumed?
Ne'er shall I be entire until such time
As I may adjoin with your beauty, sublime!
As though prelude, surely I have met thee before-
Not cognizant of the future we had in store,
Assuredly, our brief confluences of the past
Were but a hint of this amative that doth last!
Significance of such shall not be made of, slight-
Nor too, the jubilation in me it doth incite!
With not a word, still to me, you do speak-
For you are the glorious beauty I do seek!
All shall be proffered for such, as all from such, are begot-
Alas, for my life entire, this embraces all I have sought!
Maurice Harris,21 July 2009
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Awesome Responsibility
Awesome responsibility must you have at current;
To decide what is best for us, even after final judgment!
Better to be in a steady frame of mind-
Than, surely, to have a 'monster' to hide behind!
Where is the menace now- is it still to be found-
No telling where it has gone- it is nowhere around?
Believe you must, in what I tell-
'Always the truth', the mantra you did sell!
Then too there is you, do you need the truth-
So it is said, then it shall be, taken it has back to our youth?
She is you and I can see, a lot of Gabriella inside of me!
Picture you must what is right- for more, we four- we!
Missing my family each day that passes;
More and more still- as days pass with flashes!
Maurice Harris,10 December 2007
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