A Eulogy (For Memories Past)
Soon, this regrettable experience shall be in the past;
While there are memories which are sure to last,
I hope to leave behind, all that I am able-
Circumstances around which, Aesop could fashion a fine fable;
That said, there is perhaps even more, still unknown
As I prepare to leave here, as I came-all alone!
Perhaps, as the past fades, into utter inconsequence,
The future will marry my imagined magnificence!
A heart, full of hope and lots of faith, is all I shall take
From here with me, to help fashion the future I shall make,
From the ashes of a past I am not allowed to forget-
Into the all-empowering abyss, go memories I am not too proud to forfeit,
For the sake of both my health and my sanity,
The death eulogized with one last profanity!
-Maurice Harris,12 October 2011
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Powerless Am I To Resist
Powerless am I to resist, enraptured in your gaze-
With you, a search has ended, lasting all of my days!
Alas, now the birds sing a more melodious tune;
Your charms, your beauty-so compelling, naught is immune!
The sun fires now more brilliantly, more still tomorrow:
A simple smile proffered- suffice to wipe away any sorrow!
Flowers bloom more beauteous, smiles appear everlasting:
Each and all- causal to the glory you are casting!
Consequent to your essence, all is more beautificent,
Austere is made compound, simple becomes magnificent!
Desiccate too, enigmatically transmutes to alacritous-
The mundanity of every day becomes too affectuous!
Obliged am I to you for all that you do offer;
All the love in my fragile heart, to you, I do proffer!
Maurice Harris,24 March 2009
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Thank You
Thank you, for your adoration, and for acceptance of that which I have for you;
Remember-I have no choice, but for to love you is what I have to do!
I trust that you know well, my sentiment-
Words are no longer needed, though compliment
My heart's silent, soul-inspiring symphony;
We together, are far more, than alone we
Could ever hope to be-I know this
Because, I have dreamt of same and they show this!
Thank you, for being both my reality and my aspiration-
For serving as a role model, heroine, and inspiration.
My divinely-inspired somniation shall meet with verity-
As time wends, the prophesy of my ardor's faith, meets more, with clarity.
The more I know, the more I want to know:
Wherever our future may lead, this is surely where I want to go!
-Maurice Harris,15 November 2010
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11 September 2001
On that fateful day, though much indubitably was lost,
The world shown-our spirit they may not exhaust!
Our world, their world, they have altered forever-
Yet, they have failed miserably in their endeavor!
Surely, many ways to espouse the ideals they advance-
Yet, their hate seems to have no basis but in ignorance!
Attempt made to inculcate in us great and abject fear;
I say 'We are the free, the brave-fright lives not here'!
Stealth is their tact, not even a combatant's courtesy,
They commenced upon their own self-fulfilling prophesy!
Awakened has been, our conscience to evil's existence,
Never to falter, nor fail in our dogged persistence!
Their wicked cause seems only the masses fright,
Bear witness now terrorist, our righteous might!
Maurice Harris,12 September 2009
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The Vision
As the sun begins to set on the horizon,
I walk down a lonely path towards the sea-
Know not do I its reason, its form no surprising:
Looking to land's end, I see a solitary vision looking back at me!
Far off in the distance, framed in it's solar glare
This beauteous vision, in all its amazing grace-
Begins to move toward me, until very nearly there
Soon I am able to take in the form's feminine face!
It then occurs to me that I know her, and have for all my days-
Though not had I laid eyes upon her for years nearly 2 score:
I had seen her every day of my life, in myriad ways-
I allowed that visage to fade, always needing more!
One day the vision came to me in yet another form,
This time though, always and ever, shall she stay and keep me warm!
Maurice Harris,30 October 2008
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In Times Of Need, I Shall Comfort Thee
In times of need, I shall comfort thee-
Allow me to be your repose, I exhort thee!
To be wanton of such is not to admit you require
As much, yet is allying with your heart's desire!
We are not measured simply by what we may accomplish on our own,
With aid of loved ones, we don't have to face our fears alone!
I am here for you, for these and all other days,
Whilst I may wander, with you is where my heart stays!
I can be your strength, as you are for me,
Together, more fervid than alone we could ever be!
Share with me your fears as well as your dreams and hope-
Alas, our acceptance of the former allows the latter to help us cope!
Whatsoever you may need, I shall endeavor to provide,
For to be with you is the call of my heart- and I shall abide!
Maurice Harris,26 November 2008
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A New Life Of Wonder
I will take this trial, I will take this tribulation-
I will turn it from a travesty, into a celebration
Of life, and lessons learned from same,
To Glorify my Heavenly Father in His Only Begotten Son's Name!
I will not hate, nor will I begrudge too long
Any that may not have the Spirit that I have now-kept strong,
Through all the adversity that I have faced!
All my worries, all my pain, has not erased,
But strengthened, my Faith-even through an Earthly death;
Though I do not remember breathing my erstwhile last breath,
I do remember that I was most certainly reborn-
To a new life and purpose, leaving the former behind, to properly mourn
All the nightmares I knew in my former life-
To build a new life of wonder, and happiness, out of my former's strife!
-Maurice Harris,4 March 2012
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Memories Of Thee
Memories of thee, infused within me, with effeverscence;
Thoughts abound of thee, love of thine own presence;
Walk with me, hold my hand, for I am your Dad-
Speak to me, I shall protect you, though removed was, what we had!
Love for you, paternal, hath been since your genesis-
Thus with your love for me, as shown, does define us!
My life's purpose, from then, defined through you-
Fatherhood, for me, means everything because of you!
My little lady you are, always shall thee be-
My special gift, an offering from Heaven, as the world does see!
He, Himself, proffered you to me, as we needed one another-
Nary could we have found satiation with any other!
I love thee, with effusion and without bounds-
I love thee, lo, surely the love betwixt, astounds!
Maurice Harris,11 December 2007
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Lonesome, Frightened Little Dove
E'en now, I ruminate still of the lonesome, frightened little dove;
Love do I, all aspects of you- this assures me of the power of love!
Fly, thee have, away; be back shall thee, in days-
Whenst you are, counting the ways-shall you be, to stay!
Love follows me, follows you-wherest ever we may go;
Always there, buried at times, though, lo and behold-
Here it is, right where I stand, near to my woman,
For her, gracious and humbled-I am her man!
Always do we think of our 'thine'-ever, ever, to be!
Love you do I, honestly, I carry my heart, to thee!
You are my Princess, I, your Prince-attend each day, your coronal-
See thee, do I everywhere I may find call!
Our love for other's thee, our family-
Thinkest now of, my lonesome, freightened little dove!
Maurice Harris,18 December 2007
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Elucidation Doth Escape Me...
Nary has there been a beauty, more rarified as thee-
Upon sight of such, sans a thought, all would agree!
Grace such as this, as your's-celebrated for all of time:
Alas, in myriad of ways like-art, war, sacrifice and rhyme!
Exalted has been such in ways too numerous to expound,
Tales of it's immense power and glory do surely abound!
Ne'er more mighty though than whence it is prescient-
An abstract utterance, for me, not- I speak of mine own adorement!
Elucidation doth escape me to define its glory;
Perhaps my heart foretells its own story!
Unabashed am I to pronounce its affect,
Sikerly not was it chance our paths came to intersect!
Naught is there more exhilirating than my heart aflutter-
For it is this, it is thee, that is causal to its stutter!
Maurice Harris,23 March 2009
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