Ann Beard

Veteran Poet - 1,170 Points [Roan B] (1944 / London. UK)

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.

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  • David Whalen 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... 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?
    Colin...

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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

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 ...

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