The Lonely Road
This is not the way life was supposed to be;
Where is my home sweet home, white picket fence
And happy family, nestled under the shade of a big oak tree?
I cannot even remember a time, whence
I felt even the least bit of normalcy.
Perhaps it was not meant to be-yet, that is giving up-
My life, in many ways has been fallacy,
With only two precious gifts living up
To all they were supposed to be, and ever more.
Alas, the resplendence of these two beauties I may not see,
I may only imagine their grace, and never more!
And in that, I may only fathom what, I may not be!
I did not choose this lonely road,
Nor do I know where it diverged
From the one where happiness is bestowed;
Yet, through it all, I hope I have emerged
From same, a better, more faithful man-
To be sure of things hoped for, and certain of things I cannot see
Is the small part I play in His purposeful plan!
Yet still, I aspire to heights that, for now, cannot be;
This does not mean that I should no longer hope,
Only that I need have hope, through patience;
This is how I am able to cope
With the profound pain of their absence.
Perhaps one day, I will live the glory, and the dream,
Though, for now, I bide, pray, and prepare
For my past's tragedy to render redeem-
A reality that my mind may now only dare!
-Maurice Harris,26 August 2011
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I Have So Much To Tell You
'I have so much to tell you, but I do not want to do it with pen and ink;
I hope to see you soon, and then we will talk personally' *
My mind ruminates upon the time when I may impart what I think-
As I have said thoughts, as I ponder most passionately-
Regarding my life: my hopes and dreams,
Which I hope include you, and shall, it seems!
I shall bide yet, until I may adoringly gaze
Into those angelic eyes, which never cease to amaze;
My loving heart beats ever-faster even still,
When ponderance is gathered upon what will,
God-willing, be this glory-my ever-purposeful calling-
The fountain from which my hope does eternally spring!
I await our consort, with a faithful patience,
As I thank God every day for His thoughtful Omniscience!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Whipped
Is there anything that can help me let go
I’m tired of crying down this road
I’m young should I feel this old
I’m tired of being split
I’m tired of feeling whipped
I’m tired of not knowing what’s right
I’m tired of looking for this light
I’m tired of living wrong
I’m tired of crying to this repeating sad song
I’m tired of wrong feeling so right
I’m tired of fighting with all my might
I’m tired of hoping friends will be by my side
I’m tired of my feelings I hide
I’m tired of no one picking up the phone
I’m tired of being home
I’m tired of the sun
I’m tired of the moon
I’m tired of thinking what to do
I’m tired of you
All I ever think of is hope
And all I ever heard is have faith
I feel fragile like an old piece of rope
And know I did nothing but disgrace
I hoped to be a good man
I hoped to have a plan
I hoped to be the one
I hoped to have some fun
I hoped life was easer than they say
I hoped home was where I lay
I hoped I always knew right
I hoped I would always fight
I hoped me was the one you see
I hoped true love would always be
I hoped I didn’t need to rest
I hoped life meant happiness
Hope and faith are strong words
They fly away easy like birds
Does one ever know where they stand?
Its harder than I thought to be a man
I remember being young and free
I remember trying to be me
I remember when I first fell in love
I remember hearing the sound of a dove
I remember being young wishing I was old
I remember trying to live out side the mold
I remember when I would dream
I remember when it was all about me
I remember when I wanted to be where I am
I remember that meant I needed to be man
I remember when life was fun
I remember shooting out like a gun
I remember love was a rush
I remember the first time I was crushed
I remember doing and not thinking
I remember doing nothing but drinking
I remember trying to make my tears dry
I remember the feeling of telling a lie
I remember when the world was at my feet
I remember the feeling of being beat
I remember being ashamed of who I am
I remember at one time I knew where I stand
Memory is a gift or is it a curse
It showed you at your best and at your worse
Time is something that should be taken slowly
I don’t want to be old and lonely
I know not to always follow my gut
I know ill always be in this rut
I know tomorrow will come
I know yesterday is gone
I know I will run
I know I am wrong
I know ill live
I know ill die
I know not to ask why
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A True Heroine (Ode To Four Heroines)
Your monster was most tragically familiar to you,
And most certainly, unfortunately, real;
You were innocent, and needed someone, to do
Something, so that fear alone was not all you did feel!
I cannot fathom the childhood you had-
All your nightmares were made to come to life,
Replete with a heinous monster you called 'Dad'!
This was sure to be a most surreal strife-
Where were your guardians during all of this?
Their failure is unforgettable, as is their callousness!
Yet, from this tragedy, most profound,
You have emerged as a true heroine;
Your ability to persevere continues to astound-
It is an honor to be counted amongst your kin!
-Maurice Harris,2 August 2011
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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
poem by Maurice Harris
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Hope is a part of Life
Hope is for happiness to an ending
Hope is nothing if you don't beleive
Hope is a shooting star if you see one
Something can never end so, Hope is a part of Life
Hope is delicate from heaven to hell
Hope can't always help the gods
Hope shoudn't be about exciestence
Sometime when you're giving up on something, Hope is a part of Life
Hope can be an empty trail
Hope isn't for punishment or love
Hope is not a welcome guest
When is it that I saw you last time?
is it when we saw Hope is a part of Life
Hope can never be changed
What else that can be hope?
Hope is a passion
Hope can't always save you
Hope is something in Life that doesn't always happen everyday......
poem by Vanessa Sleeth
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My Reprise
Upon this day, where Christ did, from the dead, arise,
I await my own wholly-disparate resprise;
From my current confines of discontentment and despair,
I steady myself, to bide and prepare
For a time and a place I refer to now, as 'there'-
One I know I will one day see, yet do not dare
To emplace in, too much hope, nor too much belief;
Alas, too much time has been spent on too much grief;
Not for mine own self either, I would attest,
But for the two Daughters, with which I've been blessed!
It is to them I do now speak: 'Though now without you,
I assure you, I was not given a choice;
For me, it has always and only been about you-
As soon as I may, I will be there, to ensure you are given a voice! '
-Maurice Harris,24 April 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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My Temporary Home
I can put up photographs of loved ones
And other familiar items, when I need some,
But this will never be more than my temporary home!
Here, in the land of prodigal sons,
I hope I never just assimilate;
All I have to do is time-nothing more!
Long ago, I accepted that my fate
Would be decided by looking past this, to something more!
Never once was a really given a choice,
But I am determined to give my future a voice
That erases regrets of the past, and to have none new-
I wish to better the lives of loved ones, and to have one, too!
This is but my temporary home, I hope for one, more permanent,
With faith and hope, I may help Him to determine it!
Maurice Harris,19 July 2011
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Hope is good thing to hope.
I hope my family get a long like they use too
I hope God finds away to bring my brother
back from drugs
I hope my father stays in my life and don't
take off life he did before when I was a baby
I hope before I am 30 years old I be marriage
and have family like my friends do
I hope my dreams I want out of life comes true
I hope me wanting to hope is not dumb
I hope is right thing to do in life
I hope I get in to college
I hope my mom finds good guy beside
jerks
I hope who I am with doesn't hurt me
or break my heart like guys did with
my mom
I hope my brother leaves this girl that
keep him away from his family
I hope Amber will always be my best friend
I hope Rusty doesn't every leave me
I hope God helps find away for us
to be together me and Rusty
I hope my family is happy
I hope my friends are happy and thankful
for what they have in life
I hope when Jennifer gets marriager it doesn't
be life her last one ended bad
I hope everyone learns how good is to hope
and pray for things you need.
I hope everyone thankful and glad to be here
in this world.
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Alone, Without Her Touch!
Lord, grant me the strength to become, through my pain,
One who may show all his best, in the face of other's worst!
Allow me to find my heart's keeper once again,
Allay for her, all her fears, from which, she is cursed!
My prayer to Thee, at all times I am able-my love's return-
The call I place out to my family-allow them please, to hear!
I have tried in living my life, righteous and sincere,
To have You protect and guide me, a gift I hope I have earned!
Alone here I sit, ne'er though am I lonely,
I have love inside my heart-only
I am not privy to my precious bequeath:
For this to come to me, more the soon-I do beseech!
For all other things in life mean not very much!
Man is lonely without his love-alone, without her touch!
Maurice Harris,18 March 2008
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A Floral Fantasization
Lilies of the Valley dance amongst the Sunflowers,
Each ever-blossomed by beauteous, bountiful showers.
Intermittent, zephyrous wind meanders through each-
Bringing their magnificence within their very reach.
An expanse of blue, green, white, and yellow as far as the eye may see:
One compliments the other as well as may be,
With undulating fields of flowers, rolling seemingly forever-
Both are beautiful separately, yet more beauteous still, together!
Perhaps this exists now only upon fanciful mentation,
Yet, its reality's render is my life's solitary vocation;
Should time itself expire before this comes to pass,
I shall be ever-grateful still-but sullen too, as alas
This glory's loss would most certainly be profound-
If fleeted with time or in reality, my floral fantasy shall abound!
-Maurice Harris,30 August 2010
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The Gift, Given; The Life, Striven.
I cannot stay asleep, my soul is stirring like it has, ne'er before;
My heart is alive again, as though it were not e'er, before;
My mind is racing, there is so much I wish to impart,
My lips are quivering, as they wait for my mouth to start
Speaking with the beloved source of all this beauteous agitation-
The entirety of my existence is wholly duteous, to the vocation
That is adoration of same-I am not able to explicate this any more;
Though, I do know however, that as time wends, there shall be many more
Reasons for this adoration, as time and love collect them, as gifts, to me;
I await this verity of my heart to meander back-as I hope it shifts to me
Once again, to never fall asunder again; this is all that, for which my heart,
Mind, and soul most ardently hope-the only way that each may possibly cope
With this most profound loss-as now I have only to keep the faith, and hope
For what I know is to be-my long-sought-for life-to finally start!
-Maurice Harris,14 January 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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Hope Your Happy With Your Life
I hope your happy with your life
I hope your happy with all you do
I hope you see what you have done
I hope you see that this is all wrong
I hope you realize that your not perfect
I hope you see that money's not worth it
I hope you realize that family comes first
I hope you see that my smile was rehearsed
I hope you see that your tearing me apart
I hope you someday grow a heart
I hope someday you will open your heart again
I hope someday its true what tell me
I hope you see, how much your so called love hurts me
I hope you realize, that i really do love you
I hope someday your 'love' will be real
I hope someday you will feel what i feel
I hope you realize that your cut in my heart may not heal
I hope someday you realize that i never stopped loving you
I hope that before its my time your here
I hope you know that right now none of your cuts to me heal
I hoped you would be in my arms now here you are
I hoped you & me would see each other again an here we are
but all my hopes from before are gone cause you tore them away again
just like the love you say you have now now why aint it here to stay
I hope that I see you one last time
I hope I get to tell you this: one last time
I wish I never felt love at times cause you stab me to deep
because of you....I wish I didnt exist at times....'
poem by Ralph Acosta
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I May Not Know
I may not know dear Lord, but you, know the things I’m going through,
You know the beginning and the end, and I know that you’re my friend.
Your plan for me is whatever’s best, through every trial and every test,
And I may not know the reason why, but, your love for me I can’t deny.
Your plan also includes prosperity, on a winding path towards eternity,
And though, at times, I sense alarm, your plan for me intends no harm.
Rather, in you I’m protected from, the dangers of life when they come,
And from you I receive total peace, when life’s tribulations do increase.
It’s during times I don’t understand; I remember my life is in your hand,
While your will is done in my life, for my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
At times this may affect my family, through ways that I have yet to see,
As you mold and shape their ways, for your eventual Glory and Praise.
When I go down a daily to do list, I know that my life is but just a mist,
Appearing on earth for just a time, as I’m shaped for an eternal design.
Within your plan, you let me know, you are with me wherever I may go,
As my Rock and strength through all, holding me up, lest I should fall.
It is not for me to know what’s ahead, lest I would be filled with dread,
But to know where strength is from, as more trials are bound to come,
And within your plan, I have hope, with your strength to help me cope,
Knowing I have a Heavenly Home, to live forever as Christ’s very own.
(Copyright ©09/2008)
Hope
We hope for love
And for blessings from above
We hope for wealth
And that life deals us good health
We pray in hope
We seek in hope
We live in hope
We aim with hope
If you decide for one moment to lose hope
You also deny yourself the chance to develop
You deny yourself the chance in life to cope
With nil to hold on to as you walk a tightrope
For Sweet, Sweet Dreams
They never seem to last it seems
Yet Sweet, Sweet Dreams
Are timeless and endless it seems
And when hope walks along my path
I can believe again in love at first glance
I can believe in me this very instance
For my dreams play dearly upon my heart
And with hope I can endure
For it is the perfect cure
And with hope I have faith
Mine is endorsed with no expiry date
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Hope Your Happy
I hope your happy with your life
I hope your happy with your wife
I hope you see what you have done
I hope you see that this is all wrong
I hope you realise that your not perfect
I hope you see that money's not worth it
I hope you realise that family comes first
I hope you see that my smile was rehearsed
I hope you see that your tearing me apart
I hope you someday grow a heart
I hope someday I will want to see you
I hope someday I wont have to see you
I hope you suffer, but I dont want that
I hope you die, but I dont mean that
I hope someday your 'love' will be real
I hope someday you will 'feel'
I hope you realise that money cant heal
I hope someday you'll feel, what I feel
I hope that before you die
I hope to tell you, I wont cry
I hoped you would be a good dad
I hoped you wouldnt make me mad
But all my hopes from before are gone
just like the love you had for their mom
I hope that I see you one last time
I hope I get to tell you this:
'I wish I never knew you
because of you....I wish I didnt exist....'
poem by Jessica Anonymous
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Hope Your Happy
I hope your happy with your life
I hope your happy with your wife
I hope you see what you have done
I hope you see that this is all wrong
I hope you realise that your not perfect
I hope you see that money's not worth it
I hope you realise that family comes first
I hope you see that my smile was rehearsed
I hope you see that your tearing me apart
I hope you someday grow a heart
I hope someday I will want to see you
I hope someday I wont have to see you
I hope you suffer, but I dont want that
I hope you die, but I dont mean that
I hope someday your 'love' will be real
I hope someday you will 'feel'
I hope you realise that money cant heal
I hope someday you'll feel, what I feel
I hope that before you die
I hope to tell you, I wont cry
I hoped you would be a good dad
I hoped you wouldnt make me mad
But all my hopes from before are gone
just like the love you had for their mom
I hope that I see you one last time
I hope I get to tell you this:
'I wish I never knew you
because of you....I wish I didnt exist....'
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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Hoping Of Happy New Year
Hoping of happy New Year
The year has passed
The New Year has arrived
All the pains sadness and angriness has become past
All the happiness, sweetness and love has arrived
All the sickness, Madness and childness has gone
All the matureness, intelligence and hopes has arrived
My all the things are now my past
My all concentration is just focusing on future
New Year has arrived with hope
A hope of goodness in everything
A hope that my country will be in peace
A hope that all problems may come with a simple solution
May my all the relations become more sweet and loveable?
May my all pathetic memories be just past
May my life be quite simple
May my life be full of joy
Past year is a past don’t matter what was it
But the future is unknown and unseen
Don’t know that what will happen
Just hope that everything will be good and ok
So I hope that every hope will not just hope
Hope we can say next year with hope that Happy New Year
poem by Fatima Obaid
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What I Hope
I hope you're happy
I hope you're proud
I hope you know how I felt
When you said 'Three's a crowd'
I don't hope you suffer
I don't hope you die
But I hope you know it's your fault
I can no longer fly
I hope you can feel
I hope you can see
I hope you get abandoned
Like you did to me
I hope you know you succeeded
I hope you know you won
I hope you know you broke me
I still can't see the sun
I will leave it at that
Even though there is more
Like all the pain
I have yet to thank you for
poem by Megan Reily
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Take Your Time
Take your time, your dreams have not altered;
Take your time, to address what faltered
That caused you to let go of these aspirations;
Soon, you will discover many illusions
Were played by your then-afeared mind,
And that you would do well to leave them behind.
Trust in yourself, it will all come back into focus-
It is the natural order of things, not some hocus-pocus,
Merely the way that your life is supposed to be.
Gradually, you shall see again, as you were supposed to see-
Not clouded by undue fright and irrationality,
And that time is the best anti-dote for this failure's causality.
Time heals all, including a fear made very real
By confabulation, that caused you to feel
That there must be something to the impediment
That you placed in the way of your dreams and their embodiment.
Take your time, analyze it every step of the way;
Take your time, think for a moment, of the day
Before it all started to 'come apart':
Think of the way you felt in your closely-guarded heart.
Dissect everything that was said and done;
Nary do any of them stand the test of time or truth-not one!
Your dreams are your's, and your's alone:
They are the only thing that you really ever own;
So, why not again believe in their verity! ? !
Only then will you see again, with clarity
Of purpose, and absolute truth of heart;
Only then can you begin again, to impart
To yourself, the reality of your dreams.
Take your time; all is never as it seems
To be, under the fog of frenzied fright.
Your dreams shall again make themselves right,
If you believe in the way you remember
You felt, that glorious day in December,
Before it was all taken from your sight,
To haunt you, as a spectre, in the night.
Take your time, your dreams are the only truth you possess-
This is the awe-inspiring gift of God's Bless!
-Maurice Harris,10 August 2012
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The Profundity Of Paternal Pain
My purpose in life absconded, is the reason why
The more I live, the more I die-
At times, I no longer have tears, to even cry;
I have not given in to despair though, nor would I try
To push back the pain that I feel inside;
It has become a battle between sorrow and stubborn pride,
Where all that is left for me to decide
Is how often I will be on either side
Of this great, profound, emotional divide-
Betwixt the death of my soul and where I am allied!
With time, the pain does not dull or lessen,
Nor does it serve to teach me a lesson;
The pain is my penance for what others have done,
And the struggle will not cease until I have won!
-Maurice Harris,17 August 2011
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