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hello i am a poet and writer. i also write children's books. i won the medal of honor from Cambridge England for excellence in poetry. i was voted international woman of the year 1996-97 for excellance in the way i write poetry. if there is any fellow p
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Blog: the kiss  

what began in stone-marble perfection

eyelids a-touch

mouths wide open

clambered for much

a remembrance unspoken

his hand on her knee

perfect panoply

frozen in time and memory

for they felt an inordinant thrill

lasting an age

carved by living hands

on the rickety scaffold that bent

and when it finally went

the lovers remained

broadcasting no shame


look at the various angles

and their lips remain entangled

in a staunch and sunny eroticism

beyond all critics' criticism


the models are long gone

their feign is forevermore

so by the ticking of the clock

it's natural that their lips stay locked.

Posted: Feb 27, 2009 12:12pm | (0) | (0) |  
Blog: Perplexed  

Times, tales, tunneling through
Perplexed, puzzling, promises new.
Thoughts, fantasies, desirable view
Deciding, acting, following through.

Moments like sand castles that wash away
Revealing minutes from seven days.
Asking, questioning, to get inside
Ultimately, impossible to see through time.

Stepping, stumbling each foot at a time
Recording, praying that memory will win light.
Enjoying, knowing its as long as it is
As you remember nothing, know this;

When we open our arms to these moments of truth
They glimmer and shine, to fast then we move.
And what remains is a feeling we have felt before
Exposed in daylight, open and raw.

Contemplating, dwelling, empty within
Acknowledging, accepting it’s the same again.
So wondering, pondering what becomes now
What happens next if next is allowed.

~ RobinAnn

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