Without Ration (A Mother's Love)
Somedays you will know me-some you won't;
Some days you seem 'yourself', some you don't;
Be not afeared though Mother, I know who you are:
No matter of time or space, no matter how much or how far,
Could ever cause me to draw from you, distance;
Life is far too precious, so I shan't miss this chance
To let you know how very special you are to me,
Whether you should be very near, or very far, from me!
Your love for me has always been without ration-
I may only attempt recompense in the very same fashion;
You have taught me well: love, respect, honor, and compassion;
My only hope is that, contrariwise, it was also to your satisfaction.
Words are hollow, I speak so much louder, with action-
Since your's is the measure, I hope to have returned you, a fraction!
-Maurice Harris,14 September 2010
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I Learn Of Strength, Beauty, Love and Compassion
My heart resides with thee, its tutelar;
My consort with thee, in many ways didascalar-
I learn of strength, beauty, love and compassion;
Rare indeed, yet you possess and gift them, absent ration!
As each day passes to the morrow,
I learn more from thee, with hope to borrow
More permanence still, with the passing of days-
Hoping beyond all hope that this bounty stays!
I reside now in a state heretofore only in the scape of dream;
My reality supplants this aspiration, though real it did seem!
I must cause remind daily that this glory be not a wraith;
Proof positive this hath been, in the overwhelming power of faith!
I shan't cease erudition, thee not, pedagogy-same, contrariwise;
Sikerly this shall be our future, as in the morrow, the Sun shall again rise!
Maurice Harris,18 May 2010
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Faith's Reward
We may not bide with this glory should we be too afeared;
What for art thou then fawn at what thou always revered?
I have searched my entire life for the one that allows my heart to sing,
My soul to be inspired-to love, more than myself-this is what you bring!
To cause you pain-akin to a self-broken heart, this I shan't e'er allow-
I shall love and covet thee more each passing day-I solemnly avow!
We've been given a truly miraculous, Empyrean gift, always to treasure;
I shall do all I may to honor this, above all else, no matter the measure!
I once thought of happiness as an earthly realm, my acquiescense;
My dreams of more than this met with reality-your quintessence!
This wondrous elation, I simply must always have-it is my life's aim-
These are not mere words, it is notice of my actions-one and the same!
Accept this Heavenly proffer with the enduring faith that brought it-
Embrace all the ardor it provides, remembering why we sought it!
Maurice Harris,11 May 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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But A Matter Of Time
My beloved, upon this day of myriad amorous thought,
I shall attempt to convey what your love hath brought!
Bestowed unto me hath been days, beauteous and bright-
Whence even the Sun hath not been within my sight!
Days are rife with jollity, whence upon thee I ponder,
Many more, yet to come, in our life, of unending wonder!
Count me now, most fortuitous, my heart's elation abiding-
To thee, and all the world, this soul's capture, I am confiding!
As though I had wished upon a 1,000 stars, falling-
God hath answered this loving heart's calling;
He hath not just seen to my love's fitting requite,
He hath ensured I may love, with all my might!
Ne'er before, in time's hallowed history
Hath this greatest of emotion's enlightenment
Been anything but an unattainable mystery-
My loyalty to love, He did sight and sent
His most beloved beauty, His Angel, most highly regarded
To see fitting continuance of a love, many years ago, started!
God smiles upon me, each and every day-
Taken away so much pain, supplanted with this beauteous ray
Of resplendent beautificence, mine eyes have never seen-
As sikerly, in the world's annals, there hath ne'er been!
My life, entire, I could most certainly spend
To endeavor recompense, yet it would never end-
To honor you, proper, I shall surely strive, still,
With time's infinity, its only lasting rival!
Ne'er did I believe true love, as this, attainable-
As it was my own belief, I must be amenable
To love of another more than of self, heightened and true-
At a time most disbelieving of same, I found this, with you!
Time and distance mean naught, as now I know of your existence-
Shown to be hopelessly futile, is any form of resistance;
I was meant to become, for your consort, prime-
I now know my true love's avail is but a matter of time!
Maurice Harris,10 February 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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Your Heart-Felt Apology
I may not help that you and I share a last name-
Still, that I have loathed you is a source of much shame;
Our tenuous connection makes me no more to blame
Than any other, yet, I feel so, still the same.
My self-imposed guilt, though without ration or reason,
Has served as my own fragile heart's treason.
From beyond the grave, you have thieved-
For what you stole, many nights I have grieved-
And grieve still I shall, for as long as I may live;
Whence I am able, I shall offer all I may give,
So as to recompense for what you have done-
Your deeds I shan't forget, but my forgiveness you have won.
You are my Father, I am your Son-
I will be your heart-felt apology, as you offered none!
-Maurice Harris,27 December 2010
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A Heart's Metamorphosis (gain from my strength)
A fragile, weary heart, gives way to the indefatigable power of love;
As though Divine Providence, from the Heavens above,
I was literally reborn-into the loving embrace
Of an Angel, who comforted this haggard soul, in search only, of solace;
No one else, but I, could take their place, amongst the chosen-
Where the erstwhile ravages that time bestows, are frozen,
Then reversed, in a most miraculous fashion;
This is an enigmatic truism that defies any attempt at logic or ration.
I but know of its resplendent reality,
Because I am a product of this causality:
Heaven itself may be envisaged in her angelic eyes-
Yet, I too, was afeared, until I began to realize
That resistance of any kind, to this beneficence
Is futile, so I offer infinite thanks, and a most humble acceptance!
-Maurice Harris,1 December 2011
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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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I See...
I oft ruminate upon what shall surely be-
I shall now proffer the glory of what I do see:
I see sunny days, with skies, bereft of cloud,
Wondrous emotions, I could not hope to shroud;
I see my jollity, exposed, for the world to behold,
I see a life, wherest the path is paved with gold!
I bear witness to my heart made to be weak,
Whence I ponder, the love, that for so long I did seek!
Yet, fortified am I, by this very same beauty-
Constancy of adoration, shall be my solemn duty!
I am but a man, yet with thee, a King, you, my Queen,
As I ponder upon what shall be, even what has been!
I count myself most fortuitous-thee, most beautificent star,
I shall covet thee, no matter of distance-near to me, or far!
Your's is a beauty, more than all else, rarified-
So too then, shall same be, by me, glorified!
I shan't be remiss-to watch my star, idly fall,
I simply must answer this-my heart's urgent call-
To dutiful action...paint me selfish, or even self-serving-
Yet, to drink in your resplendence, I am most deserving!
Ne'er shall I have even hoped, to have been prime,
For it was ne'er my choosing whence it was my time-
This was written long ago, in His very own hand,
It is only for my embrace, ne'er for me to understand!
I envision a world filled with myriad, beauteous emotion-
The celebration of such, shall be my life-long devotion!
Obligation is owed to you, for this and so much more,
For, you are this beauty I do so very much, adore!
Maurice Harris,25 January 2010
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Why Are You Not As I Found You?
My wait continues, for that elusive justice I seek-
Do you really care about the truth of which I speak?
What of the natural order, what about our amazing life?
Why do you want to continue with imaginary strife?
You can't invent something in your mind-
The attempt in vain to convince others of a crime!
Truth need matter to you more than false hate next time-
The conflict between your confused mind and fragile heart, need bind!
Alone are you now with your 'conviction',
Imaginary should not have been your depiction!
You are a grave disappointment to all around you,
Why are you not as I found you?
The choice is your's for the deciding,
It is on the side of love I hope you are siding!
Maurice Harris,5 May 2008
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The Gift Of Faith (Happy 3rd Birthday Gabriella)
Today all may celebrate your birth,
Alas, a gift, I am not able to proffer;
Yet, a gift, He hath given-I must coffer
My love for thee, mask must I, my mirth!
I may not share words of praise with thee,
Nor may I dote upon thee, in thine presence;
I long to again share my days with thee,
Celebrating, with the world, in thine pleasance!
Nary doth a moment fleet, whence thought
Does not gather upon thee, nor shall, e'er;
Naught shall suffice to remove the pallor,
The heartache, that day thence, brought!
Sikerly, this too shall pass and be supplanted
By consort again with thee, when this is granted!
I ponder with wonderment, that day, still to be,
Where I may not have to carry this heart, forlorn-
The wonder I have had since you were born;
The wonder now, and the wonder I am still to see!
I brim with pride, though you are not near to me;
With constancy you are with me, this shan't ever
Be not the same-a bond that even time can't sever-
No matter of space, you shall always be most dear to me!
There is no recompense for what hath been taken,
No means by which to stop, nor turn back time;
Naught shall ever requite loss of moments, sublime,
Nor restore, anew, confidence severely shaken!
Sikerly, this too shall pass and be valued and varied-
Through the strength gained, by the burden I have carried!
Maurice Harris,1 February 2010
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My Anguish Echoes Loudly
Upon sight of thine visage, I was overcome with emotion;
My tears formed a deluge, as though the Heavens wept-
I lied awake all night in thought, as all others slept.
My absence now, and always, belies my heart's devotion.
This pains my soul, which cries for consolation-
I am bereft of sentiment proper, though an attempt I offer;
Same is causal to the heart I now regrettably coffer,
Lest I may experience a refrain of its total devastation.
Sikerly, this shan't always be this way:
A heart afeared of grievous pain, much to my dismay.
The balm of time shall cease what now is not bearable:
The anguish of my heart and soul, not shareable
In words, nor like experience to which, you, I may steer-
My anguish eachoes loudly, though you may not hear!
-Maurice Harris,12 April 2010
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Alone, In Ponderance...
Alone, in ponderance of where my life will be,
I see only 2 things for certain: both you and me!
I know not about anything else in this life, uncertain-
You're the only one who sees through my heart's curtain!
Though you are not near to me, I feel your presence;
I draw great strength from the power of your pleasance!
Our's was a meeting made in the Heavens above,
God could envision, when we could not, our perfect love!
By the time that we meet again, my beloved friend,
We will have built upon a love, without an end!
No matter of poetry, nor any power of prose, shall ever suffice-
To define the beauty who beguiled my heart-not once, but twice!
Word is not needed, my love for thee does so obviate,
Such is the awe-inspiring emotion in me you do evocate!
Maurice Harris,20 January 2010
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Anonymous Letter Left At The Tomb Of The Unknown Soldier, Memorial Day 2010
Upon this day of poignant reflection, we are humbled by your sacrifice;
No measure of recompense doth any possess which may serve to satisfice-
Our very liberty hath been your precious gift-your dutiful life, its price-
Our humble gratitude is all we have, no manner of quittance would suffice!
Our Forefathers advented Liberty, yet your loss saw to its abiding;
Countless men and women still, much like you, cease its subsiding;
Your life of honor and duty, for country-this shall ne'er perish-
In our hearts and minds, upon this day and all others, we cherish
Every solitary liberate moment, which you have given and ensured;
The most selfless sacrifice-your safeguard guaranteed Liberty endured!
'I can not say and I will not say that he is dead - He is just away! ' **
You live still; Your dutiful life inspires men and women to this very day;
The obligation owed to you is immeasurable-words may ne'er convey
Our gratitude for your service and sacrifice-though we endeavor all we may!
**(James Whitcomb Riley, 'He is Only Away')
Maurice Harris,27 May 2010
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Love Transcends Time
Wonder do I if you know of what you speak,
You speak of love as though you have captured its essence!
Asked me you did if I really did love you as you do me,
I know, as none has ever before of love's effervescence!
Love has many forms and many more a use,
Love is the understanding I feel now for you in my heart!
Love transcends time, holds all together, even when apart,
Love allows for us to do the impossible, if we so choose!
True love conquers all impediments, no matter how great,
It allows us strength where, without it we have none,
Love, as I feel in my heart, knows all before anything has begun,
It moves mountains, settles quarrels, allows us to tempt fate!
Love is life's most powerful of emotions- of this I am sure!
Life doth contain no ailment that love's elixir may not cure!
Maurice Harris,8 February 2008
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No Matter
No matter what your resume might say
No matter your belief or to what GOD you pray
No matter the languages that you might speak
No matter the lessons that you might teach.
No matter the words that you might use
No matter your occupation or the work you do
No matter the schooling or the degrees you have
No matter the pot holes that's in your path.
No matter the places that you had lived
No matter the gifts that you did give
No matter your wealth whether your rich or poor
No matter if you speak quietly or speak with a roar.
No matter the clothes that you wear
No matter the color or the length of your hair
All that matters is your actions and your deeds
As they speak louder, and to them, man will heed.
Randy L. McClave
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If You Love Someone
I learned from another, to let go of fear-
Heretofore, I shall endeavor to make my emotions clear;
If you love someone, show them, unequivocally-
When you love someone, tell them, fastidiously!
Should I sit idly by and allow this glory to fade,
Lest I believe another may be waylaid?
No! Your heart is quite adept at love, use it well-
Now I know I shan't fall victim to regret's retell!
I love someone, and I shared with her, the same-
I have no means by which to extinguish this flame!
I must do as my heart compels, I am merely a vessel-
I shan't query my decision, nor, its method, wrestle!
I now know that my beloved has no doubt;
How is this? Because, I cast it all out!
Maurice Harris,7 March 2010
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This Purgatory
Perhaps you have buried truth, for the better good-
I cannot do that any longer, nor would I, if I could.
I am in love with you and wish the world to know-
And would bear any sacrifice needed, to show
You, or anyone else who needed to be convinced.
Should one be not swayed, it is surely evidenced
In the way I gaze adoringly into your eyes,
And become lost in amorous thought, until I realize
That I cannot truly love, if love is not returned.
Though I suppose this purgatory has been well-earned,
After all, you offered me all this love before, but I was not prime,
And was too afeared to realize 'love' does not have a wrong time!
I cannot undo the mistakes of my past,
All I can do is offer you this love, sure to last!
-Maurice Harris,18 August 2011
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Consideration Of The Fear Of The Mate For Your Soul
Have you not stopped, to consider I may also be scared to death! ?
Perhaps it is because, neither one of has truly taking life's first breath-
And shall not, until our hearts' verity is addressed in the way it is due;
Perchance my beloved, be not afeared any longer of your heart's call-
For, it is what you have awaited for so very long-as I have awaited you,
To lift the curtain off the heartache that has been my heart's pall
For so very long-I am forever in your debt, not for precisely what you did,
But for the resultant of your actions as they are now; As you were afeared, you hid
Behind a veil of secrecy, to protect yourself from further harm, as others hurt you!
As you have been terse in the recent past, I may be, in a different way, curt too!
Now that we are no longer burdened by our past, each, contrariwise-
Perhaps now beloved, you shall begin, in your own way, to realize:
Fear may cause many actions or inactions, to keep certain things secret-
But, the only truth that emerges from this arcanum is love-you could not keep it
Under wraps any longer, and it needed to emerge from the coccoon of your heart's coffer,
Where until its escape, it remained so very closely guarded; Now though, this proffer
Of love sans pareil, may not be masked from this world-all now know of its strength;
One more truth may escape you though, which is: no matter of distance, nor of length
Of time, I shall be here waiting to help you realize that the this love is the fortitude
You believe you lack-then only beloved, shall you truly see this love, and the necessitude
It imparts, to both you and your heart: namely, you simply must beat back the nemesis that is fear,
And allow to blossom further, the ardor of your own heart, that for always, is near!
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Thanksgiving
I found myself woefully walking down a sad and lonely road-
I asked: 'Why must I be forlorn and have I been foresaken? '
An answer would reveal itself, though I questioned the time it had taken,
God said then: 'I brought you great angst to allow for that which I have now bestowed! '
'You ne'er have, nor shall you walk alone, for I always shall guide your way! '
'I proffer to you now my most trusted Angel, She shall walk always beside you-
She shall, as my entrusted: protect, love and guide you! '
From that time, and for myriad still to come, beside me she has stayed!
Though no measure of recompense shall surely ever suffice,
Still, I offer her that which I have never, all I have to give-
My heart and soul, all my love- as long as I may live:
Blessed have I been to have this, not once, but twice!
Thankful am I beyond all measure of words for this and all it brings:
Obligation owed, to You, the benevolent and gracious, King of Kings!
Maurice Harris,24 November 2008
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