Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
~if There Be No God
~ If There Be No GodIf there be no God,Then all the stars, that in their placeHave aeons roamed abroad,Would long ago have lost the traceOf orbits-if..
© Adeline Foster
The Reunion
I stared at the envelope time, time againit had lain on the mantle for almost a week.Temptation to journey back forty years,to remember naivety ..
© Ann Beard
Dear Toetoe (Nz Tall Feathery Grass)
Dear Toetoe, can you hear me,roots in sand, beside the sea.No discontent, nor thought of gain,just shy white fronds blown prettily.A penchant for the..
© Ann Beard
The Passing Of A Friend
Today I mourn the passing of a friendI accept that life can often be unkindShedding tears to blunt the edge of painI gently carve her likeness in my..
© Ann Beard
State Of Mind
I wonder if my state of mindSuggests that I have lived before.How many times I do not knowwhat race or creed I am unsure.Gifts donated, skills..
© Ann Beard
The Kahawai(KahawaikɑːhəˌWaɪ)
The kahawai when dragged from the waterIs left on the beach to dieA child is distressed by its threshing tailThe fishermen turn a blind eye.As though..
© Ann Beard
Time The Seeker Of Perfection.
Time was born the seeker of perfection.the father of all beauty, soft of heart.passing over years,soiled by rejectionweeping for the creatures torn..
© Ann Beard
The School Of Sleep
On waking from the deepest sleepI wondered, were life in reverse.If nights of sleep be school of lifeeach day a play we must rehearse.I’d have to..
© Ann Beard
The Pike River Mine.
Sensual clouds form a seal around roof topslike mile after mile of undisturbed snow.The wail of the bagpipes for twenty nine menEcho, confusion amid..
© Ann Beard
I Won, T Tell A Soul.
I know who you are,I can see in your eyesas you lean in toward me,intent to confide.Like a rain splattered window,distorts and conspiresThere is..
© Ann Beard
Inquisitive Clown. (N.Z Kea)
He is king, tip to toeof the alpine spine,where swollen snowberriescrochet, the snow line.While ice from the mountainsmelt into the seaHe swoops and..
© Ann Beard
Remember Being There
Once again shy voices, permeate the airI don’t answer, cannot make a sound.My time on earth as mortal ceased to be,but memories remain of being..
© Ann Beard
The Middle Eye
Adjusting to light behind the middle eye,age, becomes a stretching of all ties.Pink shutters fall on mortal sight,as instinct beckons complex..
© Ann Beard
Not Listening
I was not listeningcould not share my,thoughts with you today.To tear my gazeaway from winter,changingin the coolest way.And even in the..
© Ann Beard
Neither I, Nor The Spider
The window is clear, the glass perfectly roundThe outline of petals appear one by one.The spider works casually moves without soundMy presence..
© Ann Beard
A Young Poet
The poetry student considers each wordhis teachers had chosen to pass his wayThe blending of styles, the touch of absurd.Make him smile at an image..
© Ann Beard
Mr Cool. (Monty 1st Jan1995 - 4th Aug.2009)
His bark is like a clogging drainthe scent of food will make him drool.some folk may say, just one old dog,but he’s much more, he’s Mr cool.Be gentle..
© Ann Beard
Somewhere A Child Will Die.
Somewhere a child will die tonightsaid the gentle wind to new born leaves,as it weaves a lace of filtered sunlightto plunder shade like a million..
© Ann Beard
Memory Laid To Rest
So brightly each memory laid to rest,like a gentle retreat of an eager tide.Continues to shine on the darkest night,as delicate senses sooth and..
© Ann Beard
This Tired Old Heart
This tired old heart inclines towarda welcome light that gently flows,through corridors with heated floors,and upwards to infinity.So weathered by..
© Ann Beard
Every Soul
Deep in the centreof every soul.Is a need to connectwith the world as a whole.With colour and music,affection galore.In the guise of one specialold..
© Ann Beard
Alone, With The Passing Of Time
Tis the end, the demise of a love affair.She climbs into bed.....to seek consolationBut nothing and no-one is there to care.Alone..... with the..
© Ann Beard
Times Hungry Spender
Time tries to beat the hungry spender,watching stars light distant skies.Moments lost engrossed in splendour.flies before our very eyes.We clutter..
© Ann Beard