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
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
Always It Has Been You
Always it has been you;
Inspiring it has been too
To reflect upon these feelings
Shaping my life's dealings!
All were made to meet compare
To the one most beauteous and fair;
As though a reward for my faith,
Fearing not, prompted by the wraith;
I garner strength more than enough
To brave tomorrow, shedding my slough!
What of my uncertain tomorrow?
Will you free me of my sorrow?
For your concern, allow me to return
To you, the ardor for which you yearn!
Maurice Harris,5 October 2009
This Glory Is My Invitation
A new world awaits;
I, in concert with the fates,
Must embrace this journey-
My destiny awaits, for me!
I am not whole here, sans its light-
I shan't allow its fleeting, before my sight;
Stride into this resplendence, I must-
In its ever-benevolent purpose, I trust!
This glory is my invitation;
I await my long-sought elation-
In this place, at this time-
For this viage, I am prime!
This beauteous, life-long somniation
Waits for me, to impart its realization!
Maurice Harris,5 June 2010
I Love You, Yet Not
What will need be, in for your mind
To leave all you allege, finally behind?
You know better than to paint a picture, so fantastic-
Alas, you know deceit supplanting truth is tragic!
Why then, where truth is needed the most
Would you subvert the actual, in chase of a ghost?
Where be the lady to whom my heart doth belong-
What thee allowed, not what's meant by head-strong!
I love you, yet not do I want mine hand be forced-
My demands are stern, not as others, coerced!
Maurice Harris,18 June 2008
My precious, little dove
The one I do so much, love;
Not able to take flight
Nor prime for the fight!
Why hath thou forsaken thyself-
You, with broken wings, upon a shelf;
Why for art thou, would you?
Just how, my dear, could you?
Fly now, fast; fly now, far-away from fear,
Leave ghosts-that they be nowhere near!
Protect e'er, our issue, from danger-
So too, from my love, now a stranger!
Recover now drothers, serve now penance-
From this wreckage, may we gain substance!
Maurice Harris,13 May 2008
A much-anticipated promise kept,
A magnate's meal surely, except
It was meant for me, a festivity;
A celebration, my new-found nativity!
Each morsel, more delectable still;
A genesis, again, of my free will!
Rain welcomed me, as empathetic;
My muted opine: 'how poetic'!
Transmogrifying complex to simplicity-
Knowing my pain, inviting my felicity!
It began quite simply, as a gesture;
By its end, a long-overdue de-vesture!
Looking now shall be only forward,
Moving now shall only be onward!
Maurice Harris,9 October 2009
The Ever-beguiling Smile
The ever-beguiling smile,
Shall luminesce all the while-
Ever radiant, powerful beyond measure,
Mine to purvey and treasure!
Many have been entranced by such,
Know do I at least this much-
Our's is made better for its radiance
Naught exists as measure to its brilliance!
My world, brightened by mere thought
Of all to us this has brought!
Alas, as if the Heavens smile through thee
Its quantum, naught is there, to me!
Angels nary could provide more for pause
Than what your smile, in me, does cause!
Maurice Harris,22 February 2009
Love Is Stronger Than Fear
Love is stronger than fear,
Our time is no longer than 'here
And now'-for all the world to see,
To celebrate with us, in our jollity;
Love is more powerful than to hate,
There is naught worse than, to wait
And not be rewarded, as you should,
Nor to not be loved, as you could,
If thine beloved lived, as doth thee-
Without fear, nor contrition, as cloth me; ,
Love is the most powerful emotion of all,
Love may cast splendor over an ocean of pall;
Love is all that is needed to conquer any foe-
Love makes a pauper a Prince, as so many know!
An Ode To Adorement
What once was, can be no more,
Not without the object of your
Adorement-gone, by your choosing.
Surely, it is you who are losing
The gift that was divinely proffered.
The heart once alive, now coffered
By fear that self-fulfills its own prophesy.
To live like this is your mind's heresy
To a heart that desires love's lifeblood.
Sadly, this allowance of fear's flood
Of steadfast foolishness is the cause.
When love beckons, even with all its flaws,
You must embrace it and never let it go;
When you feel it, you must always let it show.
-Maurice Harris,5 Decemer 2012