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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The place was dark.
dark as night.
The place was filthy to.
filthy as night.
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Born from the womb a refugee, a tiny speck of flesh,
Grateful Mother had built no walls.

I wonder who is not a refugee as well, and decide we all are.
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Please hold!
All prayers will be answered in the order
in the order in which they were received.
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This morning to my window came
a bird with song and life.

He lighted on my window pane,
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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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