Liilia Talts Morrison

Gold Star - 4,948 Points (August 20,1937 / Estonia)

Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

1. Circlets And Ringlets 3/10/2007
2. White Velvet 3/16/2007
3. A Bruised Deer 3/22/2007
4. Glades Forever 3/31/2007
5. Quarantine 4/1/2007
6. The Red Miata 4/2/2007
7. Tibet Forever 4/3/2007
8. Not Sure 4/9/2007
9. Father, Don'T Go Yet 4/10/2007
10. Remembering 4/10/2007
11. Torn Photographs 4/12/2007
12. Final Fire 4/13/2007
13. Sleeping With A Possum 4/15/2007
14. Shell Thoughts 5/2/2007
15. Lacy Handkerchief 5/2/2007
16. Persian Sky 5/2/2007
17. Summer Lecture 5/2/2007
18. A Fury Of Days 5/2/2007
19. Dead Poets Meet 5/2/2007
20. Zoppot 5/2/2007
21. Art Moderne 5/2/2007
22. Bob Mccrae 5/2/2007
23. Sweet Sixteen 5/2/2007
24. Summer Charade 5/2/2007
25. On Watching A Dead Butterfly 5/2/2007
26. Musty Room 5/2/2007
27. The Poets Group 5/2/2007
28. Winter War 5/2/2007
29. Goatherd 5/2/2007
30. The Redland 5/2/2007
31. Asia Plays Ya 3/28/2007
32. Sometimes 3/29/2007
33. Humid, Ain'T It? 4/18/2007
34. Basqueland 5/2/2007
35. Drifter 5/2/2007
36. Why Was I Here? 5/2/2007
37. T.H.E.Y. 5/2/2007
38. Broken Little Chairs 5/2/2007
39. Danny's Option 5/2/2007
40. Espanola Way 5/2/2007
Best Poem of Liilia Talts Morrison

Bell Of Truth

The sound of truth rings like a bell
with perfect pitch and timeless knell

There are no jarring overtones
or clouded fuzzy undertones

No harshness and no grating sound
its waves pierce solid rocky ground

It pierces every earthly thing
delighting birds to soar and sing

The hills applaud and clap their hands
and angels fly by its commands

Seek it above all treasured things
health, fortune, rubies, gold of kings

Seek it while walking on this earth
and know that heaven gave it birth.

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Circlets And Ringlets

Circlets and ringlets surround me today
Feelings long shrouded are strewn on the way
Zephyrs and swallows entwine as they play.
Is it then spring or a Fools Gold reprieve,
Cold dusty winter just sifting its sieve?

It’s been quite a while since crocuses bloomed
Yesterday’s heartaches though faint now, yet wound
Tomes of my heart in hard leather are bound

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