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Michael Harris Poem
Evening of Passion
As the sun slowly sets
He starts to get bolder
Gently caressing
That of her shoulder
Sending chills
Down her back
Her eyes are filled
With insatiable desire
Unexplainable
Is the sensuality of their passion and fire
Slowly but surely
His gentile touch goes
From the small of her back
Down to her toes
His lips meet hers
As their lust grows
She is shocked, and amazed
At all this man knows
For with every kiss
Every touch
Brings her touch
An astounding form of wanting
They yearn to go further
As the moon light shines
Through the trees and the vine
Oh so slightly, he kisses
The arch of her neck
Slowly they remove
One another’s attire
Each removal of cloth
Brings an extraordinary craving,
But both know
That the prolonging of this feeling
Their bodies demand
Shall bring such waves of pleasure
That last for hours on end
This seems like torture
Torture, indeed
These exotic acts of foreplay
For which one not need
But prolonging the pleasure
It is meant to indeed
Her deep blue eyes
As drowning as the sea
It was love
In the first degree
Now her body
As beautiful as a blossoming flower
Beauty so breathtaking
It could leave the vocals no power
He just stood there
Unable to move
For her beauty is mesmerizing
He is in a trance
Now it is her turn
To lead this late night dance
Her lips touch his
Still paralyzed
By those beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful eyes
Now his lips touch her lips
Below the face
Not needed is hace
For this is no race
She pleaded him stay
For in this life she had experienced
No feeling the same
As she came once
Twice, then thrice
She began to crave
This man inside
Beside and near
For this time she had
Absolutely no fear
This foreplay was pleasing
Yet at the same time
It seemed like torture
But yet so divine
Soon they were locked
In positions of love
In the heat of the moment
They both reached a climax
With ecstatic waves of pleasure
Forever they would remember
This night of passion
Now like a wave
Rolling out to sea
Over this was evening
As if pushed
By that ocean breeze
It all began
With the touch of a shoulder
Like that it had seemed
It ended so quickly
But to their delight
A newborn shall arrive
After this night
Though now this evening
Is now just an ecstatic memory
It shall never be rewritten
Forgotten, or undone
This evening of passion
Has now burned into the sun
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our days are now numbered
as we creep into the years
we are raging into the future
yet we haven't found the wheel to steer
concentrate we must
for this world is cold
prevailing are the ones
that shall stand up so bold
when you die , if your name
is not carved in stone
the only way you shall be remembered
is letters on your headstone
for of the billions of people
in the world of today
only few know
to live one day
as if it is your last
for any day your life
may be taken in a flash
so many people are consumed
with money and power
how truly valuable is that
in our very last hour?
we base all our codes
on possession of gold
yet life is more precious
as one grows old
will you be remembered
for your insatiable greed
or will your name be imortal
by your unprecidented good deeds?
money in this day
is more than addictive
consumed by it you may
turn unexplainably vindictive
base your life not on love
but by wealth and power
yet as the question above clearly states
wealth is nothing
in a mans last hour
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Caught in a trance
An undescribable daze
To anyone, her beauty
Is bound to amaze
So soothing is the voice
Of this woman I so despratly desire
In her eyes she holds
A passionate fire
Confused and stumbling
For words when she is near
Rejection is one's
Deepest fear
Embarrassed
Never have I been
All i wish
Is to see her again
No particular woman
This powm was written for
It represents the ones
Who have someone they adore
Yey unmistakable is
Her deep mystic
Hair no falling
beyond her slender cheek
The hardest thing to govern
Is that of the heart
Yet desire and love
Are not that far apart
For love
Is attraction and desire
that fortifys over time
Nothing is higher
Only needed is a sign
Kneeling down, I ask
You to forever be mine
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Through the mist
Upon this mountain
Home to a man so long ago
Living through seasons
Ranging warm to cold
Been here as many years
As he is old
The most experienced mountain man
He was once told
This place is beginning
To finally take hold
Yet where would he move
This is all he has ever known
All his life
He has been on his own
The city he
Has yet to be shown
Desire for change
Tired of the life on the range
His life is like songs
And picture shows made
Little does anyone know
The prices he has paid
Never been with a woman
Seen only one
Yet always he has wanted
To raise his own son
Now leaving this place
Change he shall chase
Glorified is the life
Of the mountain man
Few have ever known
The roughness of the land
To the south
To the north
Maybe west maybe east
Dreams made through the years
Shall finally be at peace
Leave and never
Ever look back
Finally he is done
Finally he is packed
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Where there is a will
There is a way
Where there is a way
There is a will
Yet some not experience
A true thrill
Ecstasy is not felt by the substance
Only by the true emotional feel
It can be brought about
By a simple gift
Or an astounding achievement
Only one thing is needed
A stress free place
That is joy seeded
Where there is a will
There is a way
What does this mean?
Some people say
Answering this question
A reply that is here to stay
Yet one once said
What is written in stone
May not be broken
What is written in stone
Can always be shown
There was a will in this poem
Yet years down the road
Future is affected
By any secret stowed
Any debt owed
Any decision
Could make your future explode
Where there is a will
There is a way
Learn you shall
As your hairs grow grey
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There once was a time
During the long forgotten era
The frontier so majestic
In the age of the arrow
All the tools needed
The Earth would provide
Nothing went to waste
Considered creed to the tribe
A land vastly open
Natives once called it home
A place where the buffalo
Majestically once roamed
Free from democracy
Yet peace was achieved
Answering not to dictatorship
Acknowledging only self beliefs
Men were not kept in cages
They were not hung for display
The equality was unimaginable
Freedoms not experienced in the present day
The ignorance of our species
Is second to none
People actually follow rules
Placed in force by only one
Our industrial evolution
Has destroyed the land
Our lust for prosperity
Has tarnished this sand
The buffalo once roamed the planes
Standing oh so bold and tall
The natives had foreseen
The inevitable rise to fall
Prosperity brought damnation
Of an entire generation
Now we are the ones
Who try slowing immigration
The hypocrisy in our laws
Exposes the true foundation
Who are we to deny
Anyone into this nation
It has yet been noticed
By the ignorant youth
The basis of history
Rarely holds truth
In a place so very near
The buffalo once roamed
The land filled with life
Now stripped to the bones
With the right kind of ears
You might catch the tone
Heard only by the damned
The sound of nature's wrathful moan
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As one looks
Into her deep brown eyes
In which
Hold a priceless prize
Her hair is blonde
More dark than light
She is the kind of girl
For which one would fight
Still one can be mesmerized
Just by her sight
Knowing attraction to this girl
Is all right
Her personality is amazing
Her beauty is dazing
She will just make you
Go completely crazy
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Long live the night
For inevitable is the end
Swiftly shall it arrive
How unfortunate to begin
Retire to the domain
From which let birth
She is awaiting the arrival
With the last, comes the first
The fruit has ripened
Yet leaves depart
Withhold the execution
Exiled is the heart
Withdraw from perception
Observe the absolute
Enter the shadowed realm
Disprove the truth
The shoreline is receding
Dwindling in its might
Compelled by which it has swallowed
Shallowing its height
The slope grows steeper
Yet the ground turns to air
The future holds the past
Yet nothing is there
Give not to temptation
The thirstful void
Cursed by the presence
Of which was destroyed
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A majestic Marine
Who was always was there
No other human being
Could possibly compare
No possible word
Could ever truly describe
For every mention of his name
My heart and eyes fill with pride
He was a United States Marine
Illustrious and respected
Yet he demanded none
He was always there
To protect his dear grandson
The last few years
Were Oh so agonizing to see
To watch a hero that once stood so strong
As solid as a tree
Crumble into a powerless
Helpless man
Yet he fought
As if on the shores of Japan
No matter how steep the slope
He never lost hope
It’s been
Two years and seven days
Since he passed in the fight
The only thing he would have said
Was "it’ll be all right"
Never was there a man
More worthy of the stars
He even had
A few battle scars
He fought at Iwo Jima
And Guadalcanal
And received the Purple Heart
On the island of Guam
He held so much respect
For the soldiers of foot
That his own role
He overlooked
When we converse
My parents hold true retention
The day I was born
Daddy Joe began to spoil me with attention
They said his heart
Was in another dimension
The most excruciating pain
I have ever known
Was watching my strong Marine
Whittle away to the bone
No possible word in diction
Could ever possibly explain
The gratitude I feel, to have
His blood in my veins
I love you Daddy Joe
Semper Fidelis
Written in loving memory and tribute to my grandfather Joel Allen Harris
MAH
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Accuse me at will
Tear my insides
Douse the fire
That fuels my pride
I’m still here
Whether you like it or not
Still standing tall
A battle presently being fought
Feeling as if
Friends turned foe
Knowing their thoughts
Their final blow
Execution awaits
There is no hope
Metaphorically feeling
The noose around my throat
Don’t struggle now
Stand strong, stand firm
For my integrity now
Many will learn
Corrupt are the peers
Only seen through their eyes
Accusations of being unfit
For the well earned prize
Satisfaction never arrives
Remaining forever desirous
Plagued with insatiable lust
Engulfed by this greed like virus
Nothing is enough
To satisfy the thirst
A flawless example
Of mankind at its worst
Criminate me at your will
Make me prisoner to time
Tarnish my soul, kill the spirit
You’ve been so kind
Feeling so far away
Oh so out of place
Take my feelings, take my suggestions
Rip the skin from my face
You’ve been so kind
To have put me in this living hell
Everyone in life
I seem to repel
My presence not matter
I am told now
You tell me what I’ve done
Feeling herded like a cow
Times that we live
The times of today
Concern of all
Based on pay
Rip me to shreds
Leave no recognition
Glance at me or stare
In your minds own suspicion
Take my love, shred my arms
Destroy my scarce trust
Pierce my body with daggers
Thrust after thrust
Leave me in ruins
Then let your friends scavenge remains
All is so wrong
Far past insane
A forgotten memory
I am no more
No recollection
The only traces are sores
So I wallow
In this god forsaken cesspool
Made by you, I contemplate
Why mankind desire the power to rule
You spit in my face
Symbolically with your lies
Don’t deny it
Its in your eyes
A disgrace, and an embarrassment
Sheer revolt is felt
By your presence
Your not even worth a blow of the belt
May your rot
Rot in hell
For I am a shadow
Can nobody tell?
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