Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

Small wonder I am seething
with anxious thoughts and fears
when poems in my fiber
imprisoned through the years
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Some depend on chariots
others count on horses
there are those whose sails run smooth
others court dark forces
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'Steel sinks, ' is what the captain said
a truth all sailors knew
yet till the sea has dried to dust
men yearn to sail anew
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No walls can hold so great a gift
no cave or soaring tower
nor bomb nor dynamite can smash
no dungeon quench its power
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These are the days of golden flights
of dreams at last fulfilled
unfathomed heights and sweet delights
days full of love and thrills
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He was a brusque and rigid man
without a thanks or praise
in charge of ancient property
large family to raise
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There is a custom tried and true
in villages and towns
where people gather buying goods
and trade with fruits they've grown
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I walk along the road of life
and pick and choose what's there
sometimes I gather blooms and ferns
some meant to keep, some share
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Faded pictures
fragments of time
an old stapler
now repainted
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Today I am grateful
for eyes that can see
and ears that can hear
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