Tamara Beryl Latham

Milford, Connecticut, USA

"One should always strive for excellence, no matter what path one takes in life. Do not spend a lifetime waiting for opportunity to knock, but rather, make your own opportunities."

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Oona and Milo
Oona cast a rose upon the sea
Milo stood as an Apollo god
His robes of velvet flowed below his knees
And with his hands, he captured lightning rods
Milo was a warrior of strength
Oona was his lovely princess fair
Her hair was golden and quite long in length
Yet, had a copper hue which was so rare
Milo watched as Oona swam the waters
"She was so like a mermaid", he did think
"As regal as one of Aphrodite's daughters"
But then, he noticed Oona start to sink
Milo dove for Oona from the cliff
His hands were clumsy and as cold as ice
Poor Oona slipped just beyond his grip
And Milo mourned his greatest sacrifice
If you ever venture near the sea of love
You may hear Oona sing the sweetest tune
You may see Milo, peaceful as a dove
Or, you may see Milo baying at the moon
The Living Dead
'Tis like the quiet early morn
When a chill is in the air
To surround and then engulf
With melancholia and despair
'Tis like a ship on waters' grey
With ocean swells meant to entomb
Though a knife doth pierce the heart
Blood egresses from the moon
'Tis like an iron sarcophagus
Sailing waters to nowhere
Imprisoning suffocation doth
Impede the soul to bare
'Tis like a graveyard of the sea
Whose only skeletal remains
Equipped with living flesh
Devoid of love and all its pain
'Tis the rattle of last breath
Relinquished slowly on death bed
'Tis the man without a soul
Condemned to live though he be dead
Sonnet On A Star
If I could write a sonnet
on a star
Then bottle it and
toss it to the sea
Would it travel
to the corners of the Earth,
And echo there
the love I hold for thee?
If I could write a sonnet
on the moon
Then bottle it and
toss it to the winds
Would it find your heart
So you may briefly know,
Where your love ends
Is where my love begins?
If I could write a sonnet
on the sun
Then bottle it and
toss it throughout time
Would someone from a distant galaxy
Find no greater love
Than that was mine
Yet, I cannot write a sonnet
on a star,
Nor moon, nor even on
the blazing sun,
Nor bottle words to send them
Where you are
Nor coerce our separate hearts
To beat as one
And so my darling
You will never hear
The humble words of love
I wrote for thee
They remain encrypted,
tightly sealed
And yet they travel
on eternally