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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.



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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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