Biography of Tamara Lieber
My poetry comes from the heart and life's teachings, both positive and negative. Those are the traits which make us who we are. I have lived in several places, but now claim the small town in which I was raised as home. I have a wonderful, close family and supportive husband. My two wonderful and intelligent children have taught me many lessons and provided much inspiration along with a few frayed nerves. I have a terrific, small, close-nit circle of friends who support and protect me. They are wonderful. I strongly believe that you get what you give in life, so the choice is always yours. I am gifted in the way that I am tremendously sensitve to the people, thoughts, emotions, and situations by which I am surrounded. Sometimes it is a blessing and other times, a curse.
Tamara Lieber Poems
On the surface it would seem, He has the goods that make a dream. But underneath that outer shell, He is shallow minded, mean as hell.
Bold and bright A glimpse of light Soft and young A life newly begun
Love is a winding, twisting rope; Which way next, not yet known. Love is a kitten, playing with toys;
With excitability and certain measure, Calculations and nimble fingers, You run, jump, and manuver with expertise. A twinkle in your eyes of blue,
A Girlish Pair
Little girls with silken hair, The brightest eyes and skin so fair. Raised like sisters, you argue and fuss, Over silly things amusing to us.
A New Day
Sunlight trickles through tiny cracks And falls like rain upon your sleeping smile. Threadlike fingers clutch worn fur of 'Noel', Your safety bear.
A Rowdy Pair
Kole & Jeremy Oh! what can we say, But 'thank you' boys for all the gray. Stubborn and rowdy; squabble and fight, But hugging and playing the very same night.
With excitability and certain measure,
Calculations and nimble fingers,
You run, jump, and manuver with expertise.
A twinkle in your eyes of blue,
A brief glimpse of the inner you.
The electronic game, worked with ease,
A combination of anger and breeze.
A twist and shout, grumbles of frustration,
Then the instant of realization.