Ann Beard

Ann Beard Biography

A New Zealand Poet.
keen gardener with a passion for arts and crafts, light novels, music (easy listening and light opera) and simple poetry.
Finds inspiration from life and nature

Ann has recently self published a poetry book. with the American company Xlibris presently advertising on Poemhunter. and has this to say.

I would like to advise all would be authors to carefully research all offers of self publishing especially - where the company distributes from, selling price, print quality and marketing assistance included in price.

a preview can be found by Googling Roan B
Poetry Unpretentious Beginnings.

December 2015 - Introducing Ann's second published book
Poetry Borrowed Time.
A continuation of personal thoughts and impressions.

Previews and option to purchase details found in
Facebook. Roan B Poetry

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Ann Beard Comments

David Whalen 25 May 2018

Your poem lady With Cake' plucked a few heartstrings. Skillfully and artfully done!

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Terry Dawson 12 April 2015

In the mould of Dora Wilcox. Well done!

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Colin J... 07 July 2008

your kind comment on 'The fox' I have made a small change... Do you like it? Colin...

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Philip Housiaux 14 April 2008

Going home is a very fine piece of writing - both formal technique and idea communication. good work thanks

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Roger Cornish 23 November 2007

All your Poetry is thought provoking and very well written! Can't wait for More!

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The Best Poem Of Ann Beard

First Love

“I would like to help”, little more than a whisper,
misty brown eyes turned to stare where I stood.
“I would like to try” the words came out crisper,
resolve filling all of the places it could.

I had watched him struggle to rise from a chair,
had felt the frustration that threatened his calm.
Firmly bracing myself to take on his glare
“I needed to come and I wish you no harm”.

Falling back in the chair his face turning ashen
his body was shrunken to quite half its size.
The illness had robbed him of life’s very passion,
apart from the last spark of fire in his eyes.

“You left years ago” spittle ran as he spoke
“Have you come here to gloat or get even”
A tear forming perfectly threatened to choke,
the words of this man that once I believed in.

“I m here and its only forgiveness I bring
to wipe the slate clean of all sorts of regret.
To remember the past, a passionate fling,
your magic on stage, the night that we met.”

My mind wandered back to the days of romance,
the handsome young man that sang in a band.
Blessed with a voice full of power to entrance
The way I would swoon at the touch of his hand.

His eyes grew bright, “I remember that night”
such a lovely young girl, such a hot invitation.
You captured my heart as I held you tight
we danced cheek to cheek lost in temptation”.

I smiled and was pleased to see him smile too
good memories outlive those that cause pain.
We were lovers a year a love strong and true
until his deceit meant I could not remain.

I held out my hand felt his tremble in mine
for a while we sat silent, in perfect peace.
Memories, ran riot his eyes showed resign,
and his labored breathing did gently cease.

I stood, said goodbye, numb of all thoughts of love,
but on leaving the hospice a youth took my hand.
And with eyes full of tears I turned to the son of
the man who had magic and sang in a band.

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