Tamara Beryl Latham

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  • '''Truth, like light, is often slanted'...
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  • ''When we fail to use our brains, the losses far outweigh the gains.''
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  • ''Do it yourself and you'll only have yourself to blame.''
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  • ''They say it's black, you say it's brown, I say it's brindle. We all see the same thing through different eyes.''
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  • ''Only lend money you can afford to lose because, more than likely, you will.''
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  • ''Revenge is the fool's way of dealing with pain.''
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  • ''Don't be afraid to take advice from a fool: sometimes he's smarter than you.''
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  • ''The ones who are dwarfed by glass ceilings, bump their heads, break through on the way up, then emerge as giants.''
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  • ''A wish is but a dream we never share.''
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  • ''Don't tell me what I cannot do, let me show you what I can.''
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Best Poem of Tamara Beryl Latham

Frozen Mannequin (Sonnet)

The woods are painted white this winter's eve,
a landscape portrait splashed with shards of ice.
I long to go; yet, find I cannot leave,
my thoughts of you alone have to suffice.

The cold and loneliness surround me here,
but winds that whisper yearn for me to stay.
My eyes, no more than wells of frozen tears,
regurgitate the problems of the day.

Yet, herein lies the great poetic sin.
The poet in me fails; no muse, no rhyme.
As words escape this frozen mannequin,
I find the woods a comfort in this time.

Soon evening Saints cast light upon the...

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The Red Garter

We moved through a city
whose neon lights flashed
life on the street,
obscure to some;
yet, visible to all.

Where lampposts,
leveled in concrete,
traffic red and green
for blue satin and black lace.

And the red garter,
delectation of some,
tombstone for others,
lies stiff on the curb.

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