Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

Yesterday is but a haze
soon forgotten mild malaise
blur of sights and silent sounds
swirling, whirling, going round
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By brick lined gutters filled with trash
he sits upon the curb
the gray and blighted scene awakes
old feelings that disturb
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I had a knife in childhood
A villager had made
It's handle gleamed with birch wood
The sheath a darker shade.
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In the forest they did gather
Bark and moss in sunny weather;
Later rested in the shade
And forgot their daily trade.
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When pressures of the day rise up
And fill the hours with stress
When every effort is too hard
To strive for, too much pain
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There is a blessing
When I help

The homeless
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Faded denims wrap jaded New Yorkers;
Latin pinatas grace holiday porkers.
Okies with dusty pick-up tags
Run into troopers looking for bags.
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We are all children, all children of God
We are all kindred to angels though flawed
We are all breathing the breath of our God
With singing and shouting his works to applaud
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It was a hopeless little flame.
The blue seven day candle was on its last legs.
So was my sanity.
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Last year when the televisions
in the windows across the street
went dark
when it was either time to sleep
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