Ann Beard

Ann Beard
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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 - ... more »

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  • David Whalen (5/25/2018 9:34:00 AM)

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

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  • Terry Dawson (4/12/2015 7:00:00 AM)

    In the mould of Dora Wilcox. Well done!

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  • Colin J... (7/7/2008 2:13:00 PM)

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

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  • Philip Housiaux (4/14/2008 1:35:00 PM)

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

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  • Roger Cornish (11/23/2007 8:45:00 AM)

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

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Best Poem of Ann Beard

A Lady With Cake.

I have been here before so I know the way
It is down the corridor third on the right.
The door is wide open, I pause to observe
the harshness of time her face out of sight.

Who are you? the elderly woman demands
the words are aggressively spoken, terse.
Once more I’m a child being reprimanded,
needing to urinate, withered by thirst.

I sense her contempt of my scrambled style,
my comfy laced shoes, my out of date coat.
The frayed silk scarf that controls greying hair
to knot just above the pulse in my throat.

Lost your tongue silly girl, ...

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