Biography of Jayl Morris
Born 6th in a family of twelve that began in Missouri, living in St. Louis, Kansas City, Independence, Imperial and Lincoln. The family later moved to Chanute, Kansas where my father began a bookstore called 'Ye olde bookstore'. Running from creditors, the family moved next to Mobile, Alabama where my father's parents lived.
Having moved five or six times within Mobile County, and attending as many schools(mostly Catholic) I left high school after the eleventh grade to get married and join the Navy in 1973. My son was born on April 23,1974 while I was in Pt Huneme, CA for training in the construction arts. My marriage did not manage to survive my first deployment with the Navy. As a result of the divorce, she was allowed to retain custody of my son. his loss to me was life changing in all the wrong ways.
Jayl Morris Poems
Oh beautiful youth in no rush be, lest wonderful words be deceiving thee.
How could I love you...? your heart to hold infant like, your beauty to inspire my soul, your tenderness that touches me.
Where I May Roam
Saint Patrick, won't you bless me. I'm just and Irish lad. I like me ale and merriment, where e'er they be had.
The Valley Below
Lately, I've noticed a sound in the air of which I've never heard. A sweet, soft sound coming from the valley...There!
I Missed Work Today
Outside I hear a barking dog I look and see but cats. There, where clouds used to be were piles of formal hats.
Oh what tragedy, tragedy gave. Fate playing in the street, trying so to dodge the tram.
The bud has come full bloom, and thorns and weeds make room. The clouds are passing and laughing with joy, the bud has come full bloom.
Upon the removal of my heart, before I've become all cut apart.
Christian, hold your soulful tongue. I'm not here to be, your quiet timid one.
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.
The King's Conversion
Oh King, how far different from one another, art the things thou hast now done, and, but a short while before. That, now, having pronounced thyself a happy man,
How I wonder, what I came in here for.
Soldiers march en masse at dawn. recapture the city with forces strong. How came it all to be this way? Someone said said something, did something
The Long Lost Poem
This is the poem that was never meant to be. I thought I'd put it on a boat and sent it out to sea.
This morning to my window came
a bird with song and life.
He lighted on my window pane,
joined promptly by his wife.
In search of something for the kids,
in search of morning's light.