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 1,1974 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. Joy of joys, I have now spoken with my son who is now a real man with a beautiful wife and even beautifuler daughter.
Jayl Morris's Works:
" As The Plot Thickens,
The Water Boils,
The Scalp Recedes,
And Katy Never Really
Bars The Door."
By Jay L. Morris
Jayl Morris Poems
Oh beautiful youth in no rush be, lest wonderful words be deceiving thee.
Where I May Roam
Saint Patrick, won't you bless me. I'm just an 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 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.
So much beauty, so much love... Who will be my love?
How I wonder,
what I came in here for.
I must have forgotten as,
as I came through the door.
I'm sure it had
to do with something.
I could never forget
just plain old nothing.
I ask for opinions
and get dubious retorts.
I think it was
an errand of sorts.