Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Father's Day, Forlorn (2010)
Perhaps your beatitude has naught as rival, I possess no way of knowing;
Perhaps my interminable pride is still not enough, though, I possess no way of showing
You, nor any amongst you, my unconditional, seemingly invisible-paternal pride!
It has been many a long, loathsome day since your grace, last, I eyed! !
I know not sentiment, proper-to explicate your absence-
Unwillingly absquatulated hath been your exquisite quintessence!
There exists no form of recompense, nor means of redress, to which I am amenable-
What hath been absconded marries not with amends, it is quite simply untenable!
A glory lives and breathes, yet I may not, in this resplendence, bask;
The unendurable lament of my grieving heart is impossible to mask!
From the day that I did last sight thee, I have held out hope
That one day, not so far from this, I will see you again-so that I may cope!
One day, your beautificence shall no longer, from me, be hidden-
Then and only shall this pall that exists, be lifted, and from us, ridden!
Maurice Harris,12 June 2010
poem
by
Maurice Harris
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black