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
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Güzel
Güzel, semper, my mind doth ruminate fondly of thee,
With beauteous thoughts and a wondrous constancy!
I long for thee, for your long-sought, gentle caress,
To beget from, and proffer thee yet, all we each possess!
My heart, gladdens with thought of consort, near;
I envisage our future's glory, in my mind's eye, so clear,
Lest thee bethink me too lofty a dreamer, a vision seeker,
At once, my heart is made both stronger and weaker-
Both loyal guardian and in need of it's own ward,
My love's adorement, whilst in want to be adored!
Always and ever, more compassion clemented, still:
So too this shall be, betwixt we both, at the least, until
Time is no more, life is not with us, space is no longer-
This glory we do both feel, shall we then, though stronger!
Maurice Harris,26 October 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
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
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
What If...
Have you ever wondered what would be,
If your 'first love' reappeared, right before thee?
What if time fashioned her as though from the scape of dream?
Now, this former fond memory is held in your highest esteem!
How does a glory pass, then make present-yet again-
As though the most melodious tune, then its refrain?
When does chance fail to explicate and yield to fate?
Naught may douse the 'flame' that time itself could not abate!
Where does the narrative go hence, you wonder! ?
Perchance not, all the wonderment you may ponder!
God is surely speaking to you, through His Empyrean gifting-
With one Divine offer,2 hearts, at once-are uplifting!
Should you be so blessed as to find yourself so fortuitous,
Celebrate with the world this occurrence, most wondrous!
Maurice Harris,2 May 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
My Faith's Reward
I am bereft of word-my heart, simply overflowing;
I have too much adoration possible for showing
You the whole of my heart, nor surely, all of its glory-
The miracle to be our life, but the genesis of our story!
All in nature, so very much beauteous, yet abiding,
Must marvel at the beautificence that surely is residing
In all you do, all you are-sikerly, all those you bless-
Not is there a ceasing of admire, nor means to suppress
The love I have for thee, nor my soul's celebration-
Each day hence, revel I shall in this accretive jubilation!
My heart now rejoices at life's simplest of moments,
This too owing yet, to the power of my adorement!
This bemusing beatitude, ne'er rivaled before certainly-
Yet, as each day passes to the morrow, be it e'er more gainly!
Maurice Harris,5 November 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
She Looks Just Like You!
'She looks just like you! ', it says, on the back of the photograph;
Alas, this photograph (and others) is all I have,
To remind me that my importance has not faded
And that I need restore the Natural Order that He created
For a beautiful little lady, who knows not, her 'Dad';
Oh, if only I could share with her, the dreams I had
For a future that put her in the forefront
And not this 'present', subjugated to what others want!
So long as the status quo is maintained, they are satiate,
Yet, with their near-sightedness, they fail to appreciate
What is of paramount importance is this Father-Daughter bond;
Until our consort's reprise, I hold onto memories, most fond,
Of a little lady, I, sadly, no longer know...
And watch emotions that could be no stronger, grow!
-Maurice Harris,5 September 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
I Proffer Not, Acquiescence!
I have stood forlorn, at the very precipice
Of what Dante coined 'The Eternal Abyss';
Yet, I have seen too, beautificence, sans pareil
And have been inspired by each, all the while!
I have seen acts, diabolical and gifts, Empyrean,
Yet, through it all, I live by a creed, Nietzschean:
'That which does not kill you, makes you stronger',
Though, I shan't stand by idly and do naught any longer!
A precious gifting hath been purloined, from me and mine-
I shan't, its allowance, forgive, though each may otherwise be fine!
I must make known, this scourge, and its remedy, ensure-
To this end, I will do what I must, yet my intentions remain pure!
Until this glory is restored, there exists a void, in its absence-
The lament of my heart is why I proffer not, acquiescence!
Maurice Harris,16 March 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
True Justice
If there were true justice, I would not have to gather
Thought of thee from moments far gone, but rather
Would be witness, each day, to thine own grace
And not be reduced to this time, in this 'place'!
'Justice deferred, is justice denied', a fitting way
To see into my form of thought, this and every day!
I do not seek same, as I do, for any form of personal gain;
I rally for much more, my own self-import I do not feign-
I am but a vessel, used for a world in need of change,
The thought of mine own plight, seems to me, very strange!
I know my cause to be righteous, I have never had doubt,
I look now to God to see this iniquity and to straighten it out;
Whensoever this may be done, not surely, before,
My life shall return to me again, and order shall restore!
Maurice Harris,6 February 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
A Vision, Derived Through Aspiration
So much about you is a mystery to me,
I know not your visage any longer-
Nor would I recognize the sound of your voice;
I am still waiting for my story to be
The type with a happy ending-though I am stronger
Every day, I lament that I was left without a choice.
I have been given naught, by those charged with your guard
That may offer me a glimpse of the beauty you have become;
Given the constraints I am under, and all that is now barred,
It has been through the Grace of God alone, that I have garnered still, some!
I need only summons a vision, derived through aspiration-
Then, your essence truly meets with a perfect clarity-
This is all I possess until our lives again become our wondrous verity;
For now, you are left to be made real, though only my imagination!
-Maurice Harris,4 February 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
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
poem by Maurice Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!