Jay L. Morris Poems

So much beauty,
so much love...
Who will be my love?
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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.
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Soldiers march en masse at dawn.
recapture the city with forces strong.
How came it all to be this way?
Someone said something, did something
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How I wonder,
what I came in here for.
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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,
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Christian,
hold your soulful tongue.
I'm not here to be,
your quiet timid one.
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Upon the removal
of my heart,
before I've become
all cut apart.
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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.
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Oh what tragedy,
tragedy gave.
Fate playing in the street,
trying so to dodge the tram.
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Outside I hear a barking dog
I look and see but cats.
There, where clouds used to be
were piles of formal hats.
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