Biography of Ann Beard
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
Web site address www.roanpoetry.co.nz
Ann Beard's Works:
Book 1 Poetry Unpretentious Beginnings.
Book 2 Poetry Borrowed Time.
Ann Beard Poems
A Letter To My Dad
If I could write a letter to my Dad. I’d ask him, are you watching over me? Seeing through my eyes the life, I’ve had. Translating all the worldly sights, I see.
“I would like to help”, little more than a whisper, misty brown eyes turned to stare where I stood.
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.
As I Used To Be.
A sombre day made only for reflection, every second lasts the longest hour. My mind a trap for kindest moments is a garden full of every kind of flower.
A kiss, becomes a pact between two souls, penetrating barriers that shy doubt patrols. for surely not one earthly joy exists, to bring such utter comfort like a kiss.
Between Walls Of Pale Lilac.
Between walls of pale lilac she lay, her body contracting as if to give birth. But instead of a child at the end of the day Her soul fought the ties that bind it to earth.
One candle offers ample light two candles flicker twice as bright But if a draft plucks one in spite, one candle lives to mourn the night.
Come close. I will show you my heart. do not fret if you feel me shiver. of all that is human the most fragile part. it will ripple and gush like a river.
I Never Saw Her Cry.
She did not shed a single tear, the weeks that she lay dying. No pain was felt to feed her fear the morphine soaked up every tear
Two Shades Of Green
The room has a carpet in two shades of green, Its a place to be more, much more, than is seen Crystal splinters like glass light up hazel eyes.
The Winds Of Borrowed Time
As darkness falls I drift towards a warm drowsy state, and slumber vows to suffocate all darkest fears of fate. My mind releases from all bonds of social sanity, gaily dancing among memories, of what used to be.
A Jacaranda Tree.
A Jacaranda tree stands tall, and sways as if to say, Look! At this magnificence, I’m wearing blue today. forgive the way I shout aloud, my lack of modesty, but nowhere in this troubled world is finery like me.
Two Way Profound.
If I close my eyes and caress my skin, I can separate host from the soul within. Curling gentle fingers around my arm, I untangle myself from discomfort or harm.
You had travelled so far, but I couldn’t wait, to share doubts, in my last conscious hour. Such grief is my gift to the man that I love I am certain to weep within every shower.
When all the world is fast asleep
and only sounds of breathing
ride moonbeams in the air.
Many ancient souls awaken
float above the hearts of lovers
slip into a dream with tender care.
They will occasionally find a space