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!
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And You Are My Tomorrow
Today is tomorow's yesterday, you are my tomorrow-
Please become my today and wipe away my sorrow!
Hear I do very little, yet what I do povides hope,
Just when I think I can't go on, I am able still to cope!
I look forward to re-starting my life, anew,
Happier I shall be, each passing day, with you!
Love, as our's, binds us, through our whole life-
Take a road shall we two, making us Husband and Wife!
I have faith in the truth allowing my redemption,
Ne'er shall I fall prey again, to others' contemption!
I know what it is to love another completely,
Love, for me, fills my whole heart, repletely!
I love thee, for all you are and what you do make me,
Love thee do I for all of the 'places you take me'!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2008
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Never Again (The Last Day)
I left it with you, and hope that you have looked after
The portion of my heart responsible for laughter
And smiles-as here, there is none to be had,
No reason for jollity, no cause to be glad!
Tommorow is the first day of the rest of my life-
I will leave 'today' with the rest of my strife-
In the past, where it belongs, and where it shall stay!
I look forward only to 'tomorrow', as my first 'today'!
I do not know what to expect; expectations are lost upon me-
Never again will I be subject to this pain, nor its cost, upon me,
Which has tolled deeply and left me scarred!
Never again shall I let down my guard,
Nor allow the past to haunt me, ever again;
I will never be left vulnerable-no, never again!
-Maurice Harris,23 October 2011
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Old Glory Stands Alone
The stark white expanse, only broken by a grave stone,
Makes the Stars and Stripes seems to otherwise stand alone;
Truly, the only sign of color as far as the eye may see,
Old Glory stands alone, at The Forefathers' Cemetery.
A gentle zephyr begins, the flag begins to flap,
Maintaining sentry over many a soul, in an eternal nap!
Above, a majestic American Bald Eagle flies,
And peers down, with a sense of pride, we may only surmise,
Then, with what looks to be a very coy smile,
He turns abruptly, in a most majestic style!
The scene repeats in places both far and wide,
Where it evokes an immense sense of American pride
To all fortuitous enough to partake in its splendor-
The country we love is full of them-this is but one wide wonder!
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A Conflict Between Love And Hate
Years ago and a world away from here,
There was the naive man I used to be-
A man, who steadfastly refused to see
That you were the very last woman that I should have come near!
In retrospect, it is the worst decision I ever made,
Except for the one precious gift you cannot take away!
But for her, thoughts of you would not take a day
Of my precious time; I have ardently prayed
For a resolution to this conflict, between love and hate-
That I may forgive you for all that you have done,
And move past the hatred that continues to complicate
The quest of a Father, to make his Daughter number one!
For the sake of her alone, I try to leave hate in the past,
To forget all the reasons for same that I have amassed!
-Maurice Harris,30 July 2011
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Truth Leads My Actions
Do you believe still, what your mind caused you to think?
In your heart, you know your cause lacks veracity-
Alas, like a desperate, dying animal-you fight with tenacity!
Your paranoia causes your world to change, before you may blink!
Ever did you think, you may not be right?
Removed have you, their Father, their friend-
For them, I shall wage on, until the bitter end!
Know do I my ultimate victory, as righteous is my fight!
Nothing good has come, from that day on,
This due His rejection of your sinister way-
You had but one choice, from that day!
Accept this and the truth-allow again, love's spawn!
Deserve not, do you, my tolerance and understanding-
Truth leads my actions, my cause quite commanding!
Maurice Harris,18 June 2008
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My Country 'Tis Of Thee
I love my country, why does it not love me?
I ponder my country's import, why does it not, of me?
I sacrificed for Her, why does She not sacrifice for me?
Only the best for Her, yet, why no satisfice, for me?
I have bled for Her but She does not bleed for me;
I love and need Her so, yet She has no need for me!
When I needed Her so-the very most,
She has been naught, but an illusive ghost!
Where is this ever-present aegis She promised?
That for which my whole life has been premised;
Though She surely failed me, I shall not fail Her;
I seek only whole agnize of same, I shall not assail Her!
I now blanket myself in Her most beauteous work-
From this right, er, this solemn duty, I shall not shirk! !
Maurice Harris,15 February 2010
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Wondered Have I...
Wondered have I, into queries, most vexatious-
Why might my love allege deeds, most salacious! ?
Perhap a Divne purpose is my pain, to serve;
Alas, though it be not a pain any man does deserve!
How might this be happening, reversed seem the roles?
It is you for whom the bell of Justice should toll!
Bear witness shall all, to my righteous might
And all inquiries into whatsoever I may invite!
Disbelief is but one descriptor, my grief is utter
Such that when I ponder upon such, my heart does flutter!
In an instant my life was taken, by you acts, irrational;
All too oft in life are these actions consequential!
At the dawn of my journey of justice I shall find
The vindication I have sought, to ease my mind!
Maurice Harris,30 July 2008
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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
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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
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