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Strangerous Feb 8
We huddled at the edge and watched the wind
Blowing north the water flowing south
The willows swaying weeping for the dead
The sun forever going going down

This hideaway we haunted harbored hordes
Of ghosts of outcast lovers hanging on
To all the times they huddled there before
Their time was up and they were gone

The ghosts of outcast lovers would attend
Whenever outcast lovers came to burn
The fire of the force at their command
For they are cold cold and they yearn

It’s ages since we huddled in our lair
While other outcast lovers came and went
We’ll join the ghosts of outcast lovers there
When our time is up and we are spent
(c) 2025 by Jack Morris

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Strangerous Dec 2023
You were very cold;
I was very mellow.
I offered you my blanket;
You let me share your pillow.

The prophets were despondent --
Our futures far adrift:
No glimpse of fated union;
No hope of such a gift.

Then on the back of Time,
Through empty realms of space,
Fled cold and weary Past --
Farewell to that disgrace!

You were very cold;
I was very mellow.
I offered you my blanket;
You let me share your pillow.
© 1978 by Jack Morris
Strangerous Oct 2023
I will I will be excellent
I will be will be excellent
I will be ex- be excellent
I will be excel- excellent
I will be excellent — Again!

I will I will …
© 1990 by Jack Morris
Strangerous Sep 2023
We cannot create
heaven or earth —
nor must we,
for these are given.

But waters encroach,
fish float,
beasts perish,
and humans fall prey
to darkness.

So we must write,
must write just
to let there be,
let there be light!
© 1990 by Jack Morris
Strangerous Sep 2023
The salesman at the door
is looking for a need;
if he doesn't find one,
he weaponizes greed.

No need to be rude
to this simple working man
who satisfies desires
in everyone he can.

Just let him know you're happy
with everything you've got,
and he'll be on his way
to someone who's not.
© 1989 by Jack Morris
Strangerous Sep 2023
Unglorified victories
are glorious yet.
No one knows
what the novice knows
as he goes from worse
to better.
The consequence is small,
of course -- too small for pros
to care to notice.
Yet every pro
is a glorified novice.
© 1989 by Jack Morris
Strangerous Aug 2023
"We'll divide our time
between living and dead,"
they said to themself
getting out of bed.

"Today we'll die,
and tomorrow we'll live."
Then they showered, got dressed,
and left for work.
© 1989 by Jack Morris
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