Jay L. Morris

My Son...
I remembered you today
in a very special way.
I wanted to hold you, and you to hold me;
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The rarest of things
I wish were everywhere.
In my home
Among my family
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Anyone can be a ghost

It was dark yet the red brick wall managed to throw a pale upon the shadowy and diminutive form of a man. Skirting furtively, the figure moved across the alley and stalled behind a dumpster. Momentarily...he pops up and cast his eyes upon the contents within.
He was a ghost.
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There are men who help mothers become mothers.
There are mothers who help men become men.
My mother was such a mother, just a Mom who would wink at me.
A scheming smile and a wink to start the day.
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Oh beautiful youth
in no rush be,
lest wonderful words
be deceiving thee.
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The Queen and I've been friends for years.
Why, when she's troubled, I dry her tears.
When she smiles, I know to smile.
We've been friends for quite awhile.
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Awakened in the early morn
with an overwhelming sadness and
grief approaching anger.
The pills had assured me that
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Dark and cold it was,
very cold for September's center
In an alley, in a corner
huddled, all but naked against the brick.
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Just another Sunday morning
Startled awake, ending the violent dreams.
I cry once more out of hopelessness
Were I the hermit alone to scream.
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Sometimes I wish I could not speak at all.
Ineffective form of communication.
Oh, but you can take classes to wrap chains of words
And entrap whom you choose to deceive.
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Oh dusty and weary old man you be,
Return old man, return to the sea.

I've miles to go to keep my vows,
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Born longing
An infant wanting desperately to be loved
To be nurtured.
Then,
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I find myself drawn to the beach
day after day but can't always go
and watch the sunrise
or sunset if it's late
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Forty tons
if an ounce
One stone- a boulder,
and a young couple
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Forty tons
if an ounce,
One stone- a boulder
and a couple
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Half a century past
summer meant water
swimming until
breathless nearly
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Were dreams but a wind
blowing from the East
being chased by the Sun
pushing my ship
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It will be there will come an end
an end long awaited and dreadful aye
some pass pleasantly
as another flails pitifully
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For the ones now resting
under the marble stones.
Aligned shoulder to shoulder
row upon row, hill upon hill,
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Toss your hair onto your shoulder
lower your head slightly and
look to the left.
Smile slightly with a sly glance.
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