Many Ponderances
Many ponderances have I, upon this day of myriad emotion;
How might I, I wonder, garner your heart's unceasing devotion! ?
Might you one day see the glory of the love we do share?
Could you ever accept that you must be most beauteous and fair?
Gather with me, my beloved, in this place, at this time-
Celebrate with me, this glorious love-these emotions, sublime!
Accept your place in my heart, where your safety is ensured;
Follow a fresh-faced boy, through a life, a love, that has endured!
In many forms and in many ways, my love for you is not so new-
My heart's guerdon shielded me, until fate brought me back to you!
May you gain, as I, this assurance: mind, heart and soul, all in accord;
Experience with me, all the jubilation one short life may afford!
You think my love, most fantastic and me, now most fanciful-
One day though, no more-as you embrace our ardor, most bountiful!
Maurice Harris,27 April 2010
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My Smile Has Left Me
My smile has left me, gone it is with my 'innocence'!
Why then, may I ask you, have I suffered the only consequence?
How then are you now? And our family- well I hope?
Able to now know how to rationalize your actions in order to cope?
I am the 'love of your life'- none other has achieved this height!
Why then do you choose fear and deceit, ignoring love's might?
Do you not know that if guilt were present- your cause would be just?
Instead, you have espoused lies and omissions, nothing true- know you must!
The fates are perturbed with you, as we now are not near!
Their ethereal screams of displeasure- the whole world must hear!
Lost in all of this is the juxtaposition of victimization-
You have assumed this role as part of your rationization!
The parable! ? When you choose to cry wolf, and cry it loud-
Be certain you are on the side of truth- that motives ulterior do not shroud!
Maurice Harris,6 January 2008
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His Glory, My Faith
I had oft-pondered upon the deeper meaning of my travails,
Hoping all the while that what He has Divined, prevails.
It has been said: 'God only tests those He loves the most',
Facetiously, I avow He most really love me then-not to boast!
I am certain that His tasks are preparing me with higher faith,
Yet, if things happen for a reason, this reason remains a wraith.
Should a reason be needed still, it is to better me as a man;
I question it not, as I know it is parcel to His Glorious Plan;
I need not cause for remind, as He is the epitome of Omniscient-
Yet, I beg of Him still: remember my sacrifices, most magnificent.
I would have demonstrated unwavering faith, without this sacrifice,
But perhaps there was a lacking, that served not Him, as satisfice!
I am His faithful, ever-humble servant, -to this I attest;
All the beauty and wonder I have ever known, were at His Gracious Behest!
-Maurice Harris,30 August 2010
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They Call Him Gale
To quote the man himself, upon his retirement:
'When I walked off the field, I knew it was over, and I never looked back.'
It was surely his body, it was not that his desire went!
'God said: 'Gale, it is time to do something else' '-only He could sack
Such talent prematurely-games numbering only 68;
Speed, power, and grace that none other could hope to imitate.
The youngest player ever inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame-
At the tender age of 34-it was incontrivertible, Gale had game!
'It was a gift, and trust me it was easy. So easy I can't explain it.'
Obvious too was the inescapable conclusion that none could contain it.
They called him The Icon, or simply, Brian's best friend.
He was both a talent and a presence, with which few may contend.
His talents were such that all inevitably draw compare-
No answer presented, but to stop and humbly stare!
*quotes attibutable to Gale Sayers
-Maurice Harris,21 September 2010
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Amorous Destiny
Patience, abundant-I await my love's imminent magnificence;
Understanding, effortless-we both endeavor toward its resplendence!
I do not know all the answers, but I am willing meet any and all query-
I give my heart completely-without any form of doubt, nor thought, leery!
I presume naught, yet, I hope for all my dreams to meet with fruition;
To make myself this vulnerable is wholly of my own volition!
To see a glory as this and allow its fleeting, I can not-
For if I possess the means to cause its lasting-I ought!
Though I know not incisively, her most closely-held thought-
I must, in spite of this, move ever closer to what I've always sought!
I reach for sentiment, proper-to explicate my soul's elation;
My heart, worn upon my sleeve with her-without a moment's hesitation!
I say to myself: 'one day, she shall see and celebrate with me,
What is and always hath been our amazing amorous destiny! '
Maurice Harris,9 May 2010
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Thanksgiving,2009
Gratitude, Obligation, Thankfulness-this, I would rather
Than to allow for the grief of my heart's longing, to gather!
It is what I do have that lifts me, above the realm of sorrow;
With the grace of God, may I banish it further by the morrow!
My lamented heart is strengthened by all the love I do possess,
Though still, in time's of solitude, I allow my emotion's compress!
Be not ever shall it, any different, until reasons inherent are banished-
The fiendish deeds of others are chastened, their influence, vanished!
Though they are not near to me, nor may they be within my sight,
I give prayerful thanks to Him for their existence, each and every night!
I know they feel my love and long for me, as I do, them;
Long do I still, for we three to have occasion to be ibidem!
Two Sisters, who have ne'er made acquaintance, for shame-
Alas, until this day does come, I shall want e'er, for the same!
-Maurice Harris,26 November 2009
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Do You Believe In Miracles?
The query might be: 'Do you believe in Miracles? '-I say, yes;
After the events of the last two weeks, I know I am truly bless'd!
I was taken, briefly, so that His assurance could surely reach me;
'Live your life as though every day were your last', He did beseech me!
To which I made reply: 'I shall indeed, my Father, as you did ask;
In the glorious exaltation I now feel, I shall continue to bask!
Where I want, I'll make widely known, without any form of contrition;
For but to loveth the Angel You sent, is not of my own volition;
You determined, as I couldn't, where my happiness could be found-
A life, with a love who fashions a felicity I could ne'er expound!
Thank you, my Father, I am now and forever, in Your debt,
You have given unto me, something that, alone, I could never get!
You have made ME a miracle-my life, entire, I shall spend
To make recompense for same-though, I will never fully comprehend! '
Maurice Harris,4 April 2010
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My True Self's Resplendent Re-presentation
Tattered remnants remain of a life, once so very blessed-
Fractured aspirations only-of the life I once possessed;
I have known too much heartbreak to explicate with mere word-
My lamentation's echo-the most thunderous bellow I've ever heard!
I stand not before thee with hope of pity for my poignant grief,
Should I want at all, it's only for my grieving heart's long-sought relief!
I have sought even His most gracious consult many, many a time-
My Father: 'How might a man ever become for this lacking, prime? '
I have searched for solace and a life, again, most beauteous-
To this and what may come of it, I remain steadfast and duteous!
An epiphanous enlightenment, an inestimable, empyreal rediscovery-
Their duality, married one day as a unity, essential for my recovery!
An expedited odyssey perhaps, yet still-always my true destination-
With bated breath, I await my true self's resplendent re-presentation!
Maurice Harris,19 June 2010
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Que Bonita, El Espiritu! (An Ode To My Spanish Guardian Angel)
You have been all I have never even had to ask that you be:
The Angel in my corner, across the many miles, allowing the world, to see
The amorous wonder that is the love betwixt me and my beloved-
So, from the bottom of my now fractured heart, whilst I am thinking of it:
'Gracias por la oportunidad de poco mas del mundo para mi a disfrutar nuestra Angel comun! '
Or, in English for the monolingual, for all that you have done-'thank you to the Moon! '
You have been a friend and advocate for what you know to be true and real,
Providing allowance and encouragement to all the ardor we both feel,
From a world away at times, in miles only-not in reality:
You have helped to bridge the gap for this enigmatic duality
That has been our world entire, for so very long-
Giving comfort, solace and love, to keep us both strong!
I am obliged in ways I may not properly express in words alone,
You have helped to sustain a gift, a Blessing, for which I may never atone!
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A Prayer To My Heavenly Father, For My Beloved.
You have ardently prayed for what you now shun;
Your amorous recital has not even begun,
And shan't, unless you begin to realize that the ghost
You now chase is really extinct, and the love you covet the most
Presents before you now, in ways that you do not now, even know;
Your heart is strong, stronger than you would ever allow to even show
To the world, because you are afeared that they will view you oppositely;
I assure you beloved, once the world becomes privy to the ardor that we two know,
They shall celebrate with us, the madrigal that is our love, and shall, most postively!
Once you are privy to this most prescient verity, then only shall you allow to grow,
Both your capacity to love completely, as well as your acceptance of the fortitude
That has been extant within you all along-then only, the Divine Gratitude
You have shown to our Heavenly Father in the very recent past,
Will shine through again and embolden you-to allow our love, to everlast!
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