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.
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.
Degree Of Fear
To some degree found everywhere, affecting the most tender heart. fear of the unknown sent to scare, This instinct of which we are part.
That birth should hold such promise is pure wonder on its own. The very act of each day waking, Tempting seed, a new life sown.
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.
“I would like to help”, little more than a whisper, misty brown eyes turned to stare where I stood.
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.
I cannot choose the season nor the moment I may die But with absolute contentment I will find my fathers home.
The Ties That Bind
I am the lonely matriarch that spends, a lifetime - deftly catching many ends. Connecting every loved one to a friend
Gaze Upon The Rose (Ambridge English Ro...
Eyes drawn to Gaze upon the rose, Green stem armed spitefully with thorn. Sweet Apricot that pales too soon, light petal drop that time will mourn.
Our world forever changes every second every day. Nothing halts the pass of time; old age will have its way. each mighty cliff or ancient tree will suffer the same fate life seems just an experiment, a transitory state.
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.
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.
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
I never saw her crying.
She'd only ask, 'Don't leave me here
alone, she says, while sighing.
I held her hand, sat very near