Precipitous And Fluid
What is love? Is it the inimitable force which binds us to one another?
Perhaps it is the ability to choose one from all the others!
It's power felt by all, through all- near, far and all around!
Ne'er to return to normalcy nor mundanity, once found!
Many search for it's equal, for lives entire-
Once it is found though- then until ever- your heart's on fire!
Nothing won't you achieve, with and for it's guard-
None exist to slow its ascension, nor to retard!
Precipitous and fluid as the most massive of waterfalls,
No need of resistance; impossible it is, when love calls!
Life defined by who you love and what she, to you, means:
Once individuals, now together as one, an indefatigable team!
The glorious connection that we two share-
Ne'er mimicry possible, anytime, nor anywhere!
Maurice Harris,24 December 2007
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A Floral Fantasization
Lilies of the Valley dance amongst the Sunflowers,
Each ever-blossomed by beauteous, bountiful showers.
Intermittent, zephyrous wind meanders through each-
Bringing their magnificence within their very reach.
An expanse of blue, green, white, and yellow as far as the eye may see:
One compliments the other as well as may be,
With undulating fields of flowers, rolling seemingly forever-
Both are beautiful separately, yet more beauteous still, together!
Perhaps this exists now only upon fanciful mentation,
Yet, its reality's render is my life's solitary vocation;
Should time itself expire before this comes to pass,
I shall be ever-grateful still-but sullen too, as alas
This glory's loss would most certainly be profound-
If fleeted with time or in reality, my floral fantasy shall abound!
-Maurice Harris,30 August 2010
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The Dream
What are dreams really, but our hearts speaking to us?
The realization of that dream is what I am seeking through 'us';
I must answer-my heart doth now and resoundlingly call me;
I shan't be prey to what would otherwise befall me,
Should I not listen to this call which pervades through my soul-
I need my half-couplet heart to dwell with its mate, to be whole!
Had not the fates intervened as they have, I may be none the wiser-
That they have though is causal to my ardor, gushing as a geyser!
Had not this gift presented its endow, I may not know any better-
Though now I do-now and evermore, I shall be to same, a debtor!
My heart now basks in tranquillity;
My soul now rejoices in its jollity;
My mind is rife, with wondrous possibility;
The dream-beautiful and brilliant in its clarity!
Maurice Harris,25 May 2010
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No More A Place In My Mind, As Before, For You!
Father, though not with us, causal are you to much of my pain!
Naught would I not do though still to see you once again!
Opine would I to you as to why you chose your path-
Many different choices, many different ways the world hath!
In many ways were you my hero- in many ways my opposite:
Why and how could you live with yourself, I would posit!
Happy Birthday to you Father- perhaps best that you're gone-
Allowance made it is for less anger- after your dawn!
I've met someone Father, who I believed only to be a fantasy-
She falsely believed I was as you- though a tremendous falsity!
Amazing though she certainly is- very much too, fragile-
Make well again her heart and mind- mine own domicile!
My Father, once my hero, I bid you now adieu!
No more a place in my mind, as before, for you!
Maurice Harris,7 January 2008
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The Promise
Accept me, I am the love that has always stayed;
Embrace me, I am the feelings that you forbade;
Want for me, as I surely do, want for you,
Desire for me, as my desire, I flaunt for you!
You sought me, yet, were you prepared for what you found?
We have become for each, a love which does serve to astound!
Much reason is there, that our consort had been abeyant,
Now though, each is, for the other: most duteous appreciant!
Wait for thee, I shall, until the Sun stops shining, if need be;
'That which is most glorious is worth the wait', shall my creed, be!
Covet thee, most certainly, as for me, this comes most naturally;
Need for thee, an exalted feeling I esteem most integrally!
For these reasons and others, myriad- this promise I make-
I shall bide for thee, no matter the time it may take!
Maurice Harris,7 April 2010
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Sequent Glory
I have done all that I may-what need be done;
All inquiry resolved-dubiety, there need be none;
The denouement remains to be, the world awaits-
Riposte shall present duely, as time itself, abates!
The sequent glory shall serve to inspire and astound-
All shall stand in rapt awe, at this ardor, most profound!
Such consequence need marry not, with haste-
In the omniscient hands of God Almighty, I have placed
All mine own hopes and most highly-coveted aspiration,
I fret not its timing-my only concern lies in its determination!
I believe in what hath been previously, unequivocally, stated-
With this, I bide-to discover what hath been graciously created!
The Moon shall smile each solitary nox, too-the Sun, brighten each day-
Though I know not how, nor do I, when-all shall be as it should-one way!
Maurice Harris,13 June 2010
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Love Transcends Time
Wonder do I if you know of what you speak,
You speak of love as though you have captured its essence!
Asked me you did if I really did love you as you do me,
I know, as none has ever before of love's effervescence!
Love has many forms and many more a use,
Love is the understanding I feel now for you in my heart!
Love transcends time, holds all together, even when apart,
Love allows for us to do the impossible, if we so choose!
True love conquers all impediments, no matter how great,
It allows us strength where, without it we have none,
Love, as I feel in my heart, knows all before anything has begun,
It moves mountains, settles quarrels, allows us to tempt fate!
Love is life's most powerful of emotions- of this I am sure!
Life doth contain no ailment that love's elixir may not cure!
Maurice Harris,8 February 2008
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Nary Does A Night Pass
That Day! That fateful, tragic day in November!
Ne'er shall I forget, cursed I am to always remember!
Only but one thing did you accomplish on that day-
To usher the best Father our children will have, away!
Nary does a night pass where I am not forced to cry myself to sleep-
Due the deceit offered, bias harbored-promises you failed to keep!
Always must I carry the burden of your thoughtless acts,
Ne'er shall I know why you acted with none of the facts!
One day it will hit you, as though you should known all along
That not only were you deceitful and full of wrath, but also, wrong!
Not may you invent such a thing, in your own mind
Then feel the world has wronged you, when your 'truth', they don't find!
Think of all, as logically as you may-
Then only, shall you allow yourself past that day!
Maurice Harris,14 July 2008
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Safe Harbor From The Storm
The abject fear you live with, alone, became your self-perpetuating myth!
Why then would you try alone to rationalize resistance to our gift?
I am hopeful that from that day you allowed yourself to let go-
Now then you may be for all- a loved one, oppositely in the know!
Perchance, my love, why must it be prolonged then?
Again, my love, why must I now be forlorned then?
Come back to us my dear, my aid, for your asking, near-
First, you must right our ship- I'll take the helm then and steer!
I shall be your safe harbor from the storm-
So too shall you keep, for me, my heart warm!
For as long as the sun doth set, the moon doth rise;
For as many days as He remains most the wise-
I shall love thee and protect thee more ardently still,
For I shall ne'er cease even after your heart doth fill!
Maurice Harris,24 December 2007
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My Life's Destiny
I anxiously await rendezvous with my life's destiny;
She hath seen mine own heart, now shall-the rest of me!
An Angel hath called for me-yet, am I prime?
I feel my heart's true exaltation, for the very first time!
I shall present for thee, my beloved: myself, true;
I shan't prevaricate, not even slight- I do so adore you:
Mine eyes have seen glorious, inspired beauty,
Yet, to secern for the world, your's-my God-given duty!
Be not afeared, I shall covet thee as I would, my own wife;
I proffer aegis-I shall protect thee and thine as I do, my own life!
Naught could be more lovely, no more pleasance may be,
Your grace-the most resplendent light, shining brightly, for me!
This magnificent mirth I feel in my soul, naught could portend!
I shall love thee ever more my beloved, as time doth wend!
Maurice Harris,12 March 2010
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