Felicitous Memories Sustain Me
Felicitous memories sustain me through my days
Which would be heaping with a melancholy malaise!
An amorous waterfall, streaming over my heart
Which takes me back to when our love first did impart!
Remembrances have I, of our every gleeful memory,
Balanced as it was, of wondrous, loving symmetry;
Temperate and focused, knowledge is what's needed-
God's purposeful call for us, what we heeded!
Shaken from my beliefs, shall I not be;
Focused, directed and resolute is what defines me!
Love, understanding and compassion, simultaneously-
Ever more do I see, alternate points of view, spontaneously!
Complete now though, you must, your Maternal Crusade-
Return to me soonest, from wherest you've been waylaid!
Maurice Harris,22 December 2007
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Lessons Of My Past
I must portray a stoic strength on the outside
To hide the immense pain I feel on the inside;
If it were not for the same, I may not know
The depths of which I needed privity, in order to grow;
What came first I wonder, the strength or the pain! ?
Was it a test of that which was already there,
Or perhaps a quality I had need to gain! ?
Either way, I possess not, need to draw compare;
This is a reality with which I live most every day,
My past has changed my futurity in most every way;
It is to this future that I look, with eyes open wide,
With a hopeful heart and a tremendous sense of pride-
The possibilities are as boundless as the sky, vast-
My future is made brilliant, through the lesson of my past!
-Maurice Harris,29 January 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
An Angel's Voice
One soul finds its perfect mate, and is forever blessed;
A love again found, now blossoms, after many years repressed.
What would be the sense of that amazing smile,
If it were not created specifically to gladden my soul! ? !
Where would I be now, or all the while,
Should I not have this beauty to make me whole! ? !
Why would God have created those diamond-perfect eyes,
If they were not to see how much felicity you bring! ? !
He is obviously in a perfect position to realize
The blessed nature of the hearts He is now re-introducing.
Why would you be given an Angel's voice,
If it were not to speak for me! ? !
It is not as though I were given a choice:
As your heart seeks for me, my heart seeks for thee!
-Maurice Harris,20 August 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
If Wishes And Dreams Were Money
If wishes and dreams were money, I would be a millionaire;
If they were all I needed, I would already be there,
Privy to your resplendent, amazing grace!
Nothing may serve to recompense or replace
What we have already, tragically lost-
We pay each and every day, our grievous lamentation, the cost!
With each day that passes, there is more about you to learn,
And all the while, this Father's heart continues to yearn
For Daughters that he does not even know,
Yet loves more than anyone-a love that continues to grow,
Despite our estrangement, by those who do not consider who
They might hurt-whose very responsibility was to consider you!
One day, my dreams and wishes will come true-
I will be the richest man in the world, when I again know you!
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Ever-present Am I
Ever-present am I, the person whose hand
You were meant to hold, yet, you seem not to understand
That I am not the monster you would need me to be,
In oder that your cause of righteousness be anything but falsity!
Ne'er may you explicate proper, nor answer;
The more you deceive, the more it worsens, as a cancer!
From the moment of the choice you made,
Your standing, as a purveyor of truth, did fade!
Held cry, did you, under guise of maternal protection,
Though still not were you immune from truth's detection!
Falsity is easy to detect, especially when absurd-
No explication could justify this, nary a word!
Love defeats deception, as understanding does hate-
I unequivocally am trusting in the power of fate!
Maurice Harris,18 June 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
I Give All To Thee...
I give all to thee...the entire world which I know:
All my hopes and dreams, to and with you, I do bestow!
Without question, nor with a moment's hesitation
I want all for thee...tis my heart's solitary vocation!
Replete is my heart with your very existence,
Lacking you...absent too, my very subsistence!
I, the tender flower, you, dichotomously, both sun and rain!
Ever more enraptured am I...ne'er to wane!
Wanton for nothing, but tot have you near,
In your tender embrace, naught do I possess, to fear!
With you by my side, all else fades to irrelevance,
Humbled each day am I by your love's adamance!
Ever amazed, ever assured by such...with nary above:
I shutter to fathom where I would be...without your love!
Maurice Harris,10 May 2006
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
My Dearest Friend
My dearest friend, most enduring, still-
Dreams deferred, now may be fulfilled!
My maiden amorous merriment, now mind's mate,
Awe is inspired by the powerful presence of fate!
Perchance, nay only, my life's purpose now defined
Through His most precious proffer, my present, Divine!
Chosen for me as honour for a life lived, most laudible,
Making beautiful reality from what I thought impossible!
Forever grateful am I, for all, to me, He doth proffer-
My heart, formerly fiercely fortified, I no longer coffer!
Wherest before I saw darkness and heartache,
I now see beauty, both whilst dreaming and awake!
My dearest friend, with me from the start and to the end,
My soul's mate, my life's love, my dearest friend!
Maurice Harris,4 August 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Plausibility Of Illogic, Inherent
All rallying around the cause, may take but a pause;
Think most, must they, about 'innocence clause'!
Alone you must now be in your fraudulent belief-
Making you now guilty, as an affection thief!
Perhaps not do you realize what is your blame-
All which has happened then, an even greater shame!
All now know the secret, that from even me, you harbored:
That which, to keep from other's knowledge, you labored!
Why then might you have occasion to ponder,
The plausibility of illogic, inherent, I wonder?
Then too, why might you believe and pass to others
The unconscienable, buried once, deep undercover?
Wherest ever you may go, know this, please:
Look ever shall thee guilty, as thought of mine, does decrease!
Maurice Harris,21 December 2007
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Unknown Reality Of Beautiful Imperfection
You and your Sister are perfect,
Though I do not want you to stay that way.
You are made to be through your absence, which I wish to correct;
My heart has been scarred since that day
When your grace was taken from my sight!
I pray that I may revel in the reality of your beautiful imperfection,
As I speak with my Heavenly Father every night-
As my is pained with this insurrection!
For far too long, I have possessed aspiration alone,
To gather what you may be like, or how you may have grown.
My imagination is not good enough, I suppose,
To paint any subtle imperfections as both of you grows,
From the perfect miracles, endowed to me, by my Creator,
To become the young ladies you are now, which is even greater!
-Maurice Harris,16 August 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Long and Hard Have I Pondered...
Long and hard have I pondered, upon just what to do!
Many a sleepless night have I lain awake, ruminating of you!
Alas, here I am, back wherest I did begin-
2 paths are for your choosing-one you lose, one you win!
Really not a choice even, more an acceptance,
Couched as a choice because I sense your reluctance!
Some battles are left not fought-
Though, oft we do not, tis what we ought!
Left there now, surely in a quandary
Though a faucet, broken, onward flows your decision, aplenty!
Seemingly, you have no way to cause it's ceasing,
E'en as the days pass, so too are the stakes increasing!
I offer you my hand, in friendship, for all of my days,
Alternately, but through a window shall you peer, the sun's rays!
Maurice Harris,25 July 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!