Liilia Talts Morrison

Gold Star - 4,968 Points (August 20,1937 / Estonia)

Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

321. Weedy Lot 4/4/2014
322. God's Grace 4/5/2014
323. About Striving 4/6/2014
324. He Cares 4/6/2014
325. His Eyes 4/7/2014
326. Kitchens And Crayons 4/10/2014
327. Turmeric And Yorkies 4/9/2014
328. Prayer For Men A Sea 4/11/2014
329. My Best 4/13/2014
330. Attic Thoughts 4/20/2014
331. Thank You 4/22/2014
332. Hiding Secrets 4/23/2014
333. Airy Castles 4/23/2014
334. Finally Detached By Michael Leo Morrison 4/23/2014
335. Fairy Tales 4/24/2014
336. Unknown Goal 4/29/2014
337. Past Hardships 4/29/2014
338. Silver Pockets Full 5/6/2014
339. About Plowing 5/10/2014
340. The Bear Who Hated Baths 5/14/2014
341. Friends Are A Garden 5/16/2014
342. The Spirit Sings 5/19/2014
343. Glory 5/20/2014
344. Where Olives Grow 5/21/2014
345. End Of Dry Spell 5/20/2014
346. Don Juan 5/21/2014
347. The Bookish Bear Mountaineer 5/25/2014
348. Everest Invitation 5/25/2014
349. Mountain Fever 5/26/2014
350. Eyes Of Argos 5/29/2014
351. Pillars Of Cloud 6/1/2014
352. Night Visitor 6/2/2014
353. Prayer Palm 6/5/2014
354. Without A Country 6/6/2014
355. Brush Fires In The Glades 6/9/2014
356. Safety 6/10/2014
357. Soft Raiment 6/12/2014
358. Like A Butterfly 6/15/2014
359. Unexpected, Unwanted 6/15/2014
360. Songs Of The Nightingale 6/26/2014
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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Bark Gatherers

In the forest they did gather
Bark and moss in sunny weather;
Later rested in the shade
And forgot their daily trade.

Mushrooms, sweet wood, herbs galore
Forest bowels gave of yore.
Men and children, women too,
Picked red berries as they grew.

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