Oft Have I Pondered
Oft have I pondered upon how I might love, truly;
Might I need to search or might it present itself, duly! ?
This quixotic quest, many surely are they, requisites;
Many times I've fancied her, each time she, exquisite!
Need would I to covet her, more surely, than myself-
She doth need require the contrary, too, of herself!
To gather me, in all ways, must she, and I, her-
For whatsoever may ail me, must she be, the cure!
I need her to be my counsel, she need be my confidant,
My fragile heart's trusted guardian-in this regard, adamant!
A mate, for my soul, need she be; My every waking thought!
This, and so very much more, must be the love I have sought!
Alas, whence found, this treasure I shall guard, with mine own life;
For this be the lady I shall one day felicitously posit, be my wife!
Maurice Harris,2 November 2009
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The Grief Of My Heart
Explication naught is there, for to make but reason
Out of the grief of my heart, truth seems its treason:
I shall submit not to shame-to thine own self, I am true,
Be this put again to me, all the same still, I would do!
An emptiness exists, wherest there is so much to give-
This void shan't find fill whence lacking your presence near,
Such this is at current, so too for as long as I may live!
Alas, return to me or stay aloof, I shall hold thee still dear!
You touched my very soul, then you scurried away-
I beseech you for your return, a riposte yet, of stay!
Articulation as this is lacking too, to present proper repose:
Missing thee, my heart blossoms still, as an eternal rose!
I am without contrition, my conscience too, is clear-
Touched by an Angel was I, ever shall I hold thee most dear!
Maurice Harris,8 April 2009
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Meuse-Argonne
Known simply as the Offensive of the Meuse-Argonne,
Unbeknownst to most, lo,300,000+ lost, at last, won;
Labeled: 'probably the bloodiest single battle in U.S. history',
Yet, it remains to all but those most learned, a mystery!
Waged by leaders like Pershing, Liggett and Gouraud-
All those they led, gallantry and courage they did show!
Our efforts focused outside of a town named Verdun,
Most would concur, this is where the War was won!
Americans, French, even Australians, fought side-by-side-
In this righteous battle against evil, they weren't to be denied!
Some just six weeks, though these would change the world-
In the face of unspeakable tyranny, freedom, again, was unfurled!
We shan't ever forget, lest you ever, of what occured-
These grounds are hallowed,15,000 heroes, still interred!
Maurice Harris,20 October 2009
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Allow For Us, A Learned Reapproach
Oblige me my pain's ending, allow please it to cease-
Restoreth my jollity and return my heart to peace!
You are the only that may, as twas you who took it away!
Make it happen, as soon as yesterday-make it so now it stays!
Return at once my mind's peace and serenity,
All of this, and so much more, is within your ability!
Ask yourself: when was I my happiest? Respond to self;
I know too, that you mustn't put your heart upon a shelf!
What has more import: felicity unparalleled, or holding onto ghosts?
Answer: We are able to bring out in the other, our very most!
Allow for us, a learned reapproach, with lessons taught
The hard way! Able are we to move onward, nary a battle fought!
I love you as no other is capable-this I assure you!
I honor you, at each and all moments-because I adore you!
Maurice Harris,18 January 2008
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Our Fairy Tale's Truism
I see a flower bloom, I know it will fastly grow;
You may see the same flower and ask me how I know!
I need not see or touch to know when it is real-
You need all queries be satiate before you may feel!
Just as you need not see God to know He is omniscient,
I need not 'see' you to be your duteous appreciant!
We use the same ethereal belief system, yet with a different scope;
Your approach is that of a pragmatist, mine deals in faith and hope!
I see beauty unparalleled, you search for flaw-
You preach self-deprecation, yet I gaze, in abject awe!
When you watch a fairy tale, do you hope for a sad ending,
Or do you grasp the true meaning of the message they are sending! ?
My beloved, relax and let our fairy tale's truism be told-
You must know, time and circumstance, will allow our's to unfold!
Maurice Harris,19 April 2010
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Expressive Explication...An Endeavor!
Whatsoever an attempt penned shall surely run amiss:
Alas, attempt I shall, an exposition into sentiment next...the KISS!
Roused was I, the very moment...liable to my soul's birth!
Confidence and exactitude: they do abound, lo, still this dearth!
Exaltation, scarcely harmonized by any, before or since,
Excepting this, consequent to it, shall cultivate hence!
Boundless and beauteous, as is Heaven above:
Glorious and resplendent, such is our love!
Its splendor inimitable, though the multitudes, for such, have sought,
The reckless aspiration for thus, the basis for battles fought!
What awe-inspiring purpose it's possession does bring,
Once but a man, love now in my heart, now truly...a King!
Nary an occasion as this, counting time immemorial,
Has there subsisted so comparable a union, amatorial!
Maurice Harris,23 May 2006
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That Age Is Gone
Seemingly with nary an end, your mind's strife rages on-
I once believed you my soul's mate-that age is gone! !
Victimized: by your lies, thievery and acts, condemnable-
What you have done to yourself and others, abominable!
How could you, from sanity, so far, stray?
You became another: Jeckyll to your Hyde, Night to your Day-
Because of what you did, upon and since that fateful day,
I bear a scar no one may see, yet shall ne'er go away!
Soon, the reality of your deceit shall hit you, though far too late-
The entire time, you have and shall be the maker of your own fate!
I shall not bear a burden any further than today-
I am but a Father, first and foremost-come what may;
The same lies that removed me from their lives over 2 years ago
Shall be revealed, turned upon you and set your fears aglow!
Maurice Harris,2 December 2009
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My Dreams Need Not Die (A Bittersweet Valentine)
If I were not meant to be here right now,
Then, please explain to me just quite how
I did come to be here in the manner and time
That I have; just because you are, again, not prime-
Because you now battle the inner demons which curse you-
This does not mean MY dreams need die, and I, not pursue
All MY aspirations, which allow Answer to all MY Prayers!
Dreams and Hopes are only fulfilled by the heart that dares
Be Faithful, in the face of overwhelming obstacles, and disbelief;
I have always been same, yet now, you give me grief,
When you asked exactly this of me, so recently;
Regrettably, your senselessly afeared mind treats me indecently,
Because I represent all you have ever wanted, but will not let live;
All you need is the gift of your open heart-one that your afeared mind, will not let give!
-Maurice Harris,14 February 2012
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The Little Girl With My Last Name
Who cries for the little girl who knows not, from whence she came?
Who shares with the little girl, the story behind her last name?
Years have passed; many moons have surely shone;
All the while, she has shared a legacy that she has never known!
Many a tear has been surreptitiously shed;
Many a protestation made, many a prayer said-
With the hope that this anguish might meet its cease,
Whereby, at long last, a battered soul may find peace!
Who grieves for the little girl, who knows not the depths of her own heartache?
What may be the balm for this tragic heartbreak?
The answer obviates-I am the only one who shares her pain-
She needs me, as cause to restore that smile again!
'I was your very genesis, and you helped me become the man I became-
You are the tragic loss I mourn; the little girl with my last name! '
-Maurice Harris
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My Loving Truth
Mine is a lady surely not prime for her own beauty-
To ensure she be attestant to same, my solemn duty!
One wish have I for my beloved-to show her in no uncertain terms
All the resplendence she doth possess and my heart affirms!
Certainly, she must know all the jollity she doth endue;
Indubitably, she is all my hopes and dreams come true-
Yet, beyond humility, she disbelieves what doth obviate-
If but she could, her sense of self would surely ameliorate!
I want for this more than any, due my love and fidelity-
God willing, one day, she will meet this with amenability;
If but only I could evince my heart's magnificent glory
Directly to her, without having to tell it, by way of a story-
Then her convincing would be assured, ne'er belittled-
Until then, my loving truth ensures her own esteem is gentled!
Maurice Harris,20 November 2009
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