Incurable

I stayed away meticulously for about a week
No internet or any recordings of him to seek
I worked at real life with diligence and care
And only came up yesterday briefly for air

And thinking I deserved some well-earned rest
I embarked on the way I know and loved best
Subjecting myself then to some sweet subterfuge
To watch him on movie screen again rendered huge

And, oh yes, that old familiar cardiac palpitation
The same pulmonary arrest and pupil hyper-dilation
How irrevocably transformed and transfixed am I
Upon this unbelievable and unprecedented guy

So, once again, this hopelessly affected person
Is swept away in the wake by passing Robert Pattinson...

(On what happened after one week without Rob-indulgence...)

Rob HeartBurn

Today is like any other
Same old view in same old weather
My feelings are predictably constant
Same old obsession for same Rob Pattinson

Looking forward to another view
“Remember Me” session eight plus two
Every screening just as rewarding
Every scene with him still as riveting

Some critics blast his angst and brood
When he’s merely faithful to typical mood
Of young men in similarly troubling waters
He is true to the roles, he never wavers

Other critics take to question
If positive responses are purely fan adulation
Or whether audience numbers might actually reflect
Rob’s creative talent, mass appeal and deep intellect

So what's new for Rob nonbelievers
Same old critics and same old haters
Robert will long remain a target
For those trying to explain his market

Yes, he is adored and coveted by many
Teenybopper, adult, mom and granny
Tyler says in one of the earlier scenes
“That's fine," he states, "I can do teens”

Oh, Mr. Robert Pattinson, my handsome dear
You most certainly "can do teens” and more, sir!
And, hear this from a formerly-young cougar,
You most absolutely "can do" ANY ONE for sure!

So, today is like any other
Same old query same old bother
How to self-medicate and do effective therapy
To relieve the HeartBurn Rob creates in me!

My hubby remembers me…

My hubby is looking over to me
Confirming his wife is stir crazy
When told she will be going to see
Her eighth session of Remember Me;

He rolls his eyes in incredulity
And smirks most condescendingly -
“I hope you know you are too lucky
To have an indulgent sucker like me,
Who does not consider it adultery
When you do outrageous pervery
Get up to all kinds of cyber-naughty
With this Rob guy who is way too pretty
And far more young and far more wealthy…”

I smile and reply demurely
Remind him of my spousal piety
And of my overwhelming sincerity
And adoring his pandering to me;

“Remember when we chose to marry
Remember I was always weird territory
Recall all our past life and history
When raising our beloved progeny of three,
How we endured pain and tragedy
All those memories are of me!
So leave me to my fantasy
And trust I continue in fidelity,
You are the love of my life to me
Robert only my screen sweet pea…”

He waves as he walks away from me
One more backward glance to turn to see
Me smiling as broadly as broad can be
Me loving that he is watching me!

I love that he maintains his faith in me,
I love he knows better than to be contrary,
Sharing my past and future with me
I love that he loves and that he still remembers me…

RobTyler rules!

Watching Rob channeling Tyler
Mining gold on celluloid silver
Dominating every scene and shot
Thoughts of Edward soon forgot

He is vulnerable, fragile and human
Sparkling without vampire poison
We need no other fathomable reason
To love this iridescent Rob Pattinson

His startling performance is superlative
He underscores the emerging narrative
Playing Tyler as a rebellious son
On the loose and on the run

“Remember Me” is appropriate name
For Robert’s latest claim to fame
He will be etched in deep memory
A joy forever as is thing of beauty

Unsurpassed loveliness within and without
Sealing his longevity beyond a doubt
Wonderful that this miracle is plain
Complicated logic is all in vain

Just one look at his compelling face
Removes skepticism without trace
Any reasonable intellect can surely tell
That Robert Pattinson is easy sell

Loving him is easiest thing to do
Like falling over and catching flu
So we love as we fall and catch
RobTyler is our peerless match!

(after 7th viewing of Remember Me)

Reviewing “Remember Me”

And so the story goes and the magic continues to bind
The career of Robert Pattinson is of the staying kind,
If you thought he could not possibly be loved one iota more
That thought would amend quickly once you find what’s in store!

Without his vampirish pallor or legendary restraint,
The yummilicious human Tyler will tempt a living saint!
Predictably gorgeous and ever so gentle on the eye
He is a witty and humorous iconic New York guy;

One moment blue burdened, then sheer lightness of being;
A past tragic and hardened, a hopeful future slow unveiling;
A protective older brother who desperately misses his own,
Devotion to a little sister sees his reservations blown!

A loving responsive stepson who honors his mother’s choice,
But inscrutable father gives reason to bellow rebel voice,
Maintaining fidelity to his quirky and funny friend,
Till a lovely-come-lately helps him open up and mend…

Tyler-Ally is an awesome pair and couple made for celluloid heaven –
Her insouciant and sassy air complements to make all even,
While she’s full of street smart and shaping the world to her image;
He’s nursing grieving heart with determined and growing courage;

As they play in the shower all tantalizing and wet,
You know they belong as good as good could get,
The love scene in bed is tender and achingly sweet,
They seem perfectly matched and picture-frame complete…

Full of moments so resonant that you feel you’ve known them all;
Robert’s star power is confirmed – the medium at his beck and call;
Though Emilie, Pierce, Ruby and Chris all contribute their weights in gold;
Rob delivers on the luminosity that we have all foretold!

Dear Robert, we knew it in our bones, and we stuck to the belief,
That you prove yourself so fabulous is beyond smugness and relief!
With the sum of your grace, thespian skills, repertoire and capacity,
How can we help but your forever remember-ers be!

(After second viewing of Remember Me in NZ on 11/03/2010)

Making whoopee with Robbee

Your eyes first soft and then impish
I feel faint as I inhale and wish
Would that somehow they stay locked on me
A situation most unbearably hot and delish!

Your mouth and lips command attention
As you smile and giggle like a child
I am pulled and put into detention
Your self-effacing wit and humour drive me wild!

Your supple hands and fingers distract me
When you use them to effect and gesticulate
The despicable skank and pervert in me
Imagines a RobDali mastering bait!

Your muscular abs and well-built thighs
Suggest a thoroughly fit and robust ability…
Oh, would that we could try them on for size…
Ah, Rob, come make whoopee with me!

You must come and you must stay
Make with me slaked and sated company
Dominate my night as you dominate my day
Rob, please come quick and play whoopee with me!

Real Life and Cyber Life

nobody can know the me i know -
the woman reflected in my mirror,
nobody can tell that the public show
hides a more dark and deep interior;
how can i explain my reality
when i cannot tell it for my own?
what makes how i do my life daily
more meaningful and less alone?

I must believe that there is hope
Somewhere behind that looking glass,
Some miracle rescuer will cast a rope
And haul me out of here at last!
I knew in that first instance
When I saw his wonderful face:
Happy turn of circumstance!
Lucky crop of grace!

His coming is the reason
For this gathering cyber storm,
Indulgent and warm-blooded women
With passionate love as requited norm;
We are one because of his person:
His music, craft and uniqueness,
The uniting Robert Pattinson
Bestowing collective joy and happiness!

The wonder of the phenomenon
Is the absence of bitchy malice there,
Every individual member girl or woman
Is shown due consideration and care;
Though all love the one same angel
There is no jealousy or envy dividing,
Every precious jewel or fandangle
Is free for the common collecting!

So when I am struck down in real life
And the going has gotten overly rough,
I will go to ameliorate the strife
With my sisters’ help to up my tough!
They will minister, calm and comfort me
They will pour oil on my roiling trouble,
They stretch arms out to embrace me
And every generous act becomes multiple!

So I bless Robert Pattinson all over
No matter if he knows what for,
For creating for every Roblover
JAG's saving sanctuary at RAoR!
Here I feel safe to be truly me and ventilate
Every trespassing purple, blue and black,
For no matter what will eventuate
I know my sisters have my back!!

So my best friend in the looking glass
Does not need to hide and seek cover,
She has found her way at last
And tied a knot in her tether;
Anchoring here in this cyber place
With my scaffolding sisters and me,
Robert to see and hear and taste…
No better or sweeter sanctuary!

(Salute to JAG and the healing properties of RAoR , raoring Angelsz and H00rs who love-Rob-all-day!!)

Is this Love?

Because he is so beautifully put together
By some divine and besotted creator
Catching hearts with embarrassing ease
Infecting all with his brilliant disease -
All become as inevitable prey
To his unaffected swing and sway
Hanging on every impetuous syllable
Dying with each spontaneous giggle;

He is main and central attraction
A superlative and constant distraction
From whatever life we led before
Into the ambit of whom we adore...
He makes any ordinary happening
Extra-ordinary if he is starring...

We collect new ways to venerate Rob:
When wearing a bib to eat a corn cob,
Running long fingers into long hair,
Sitting in a tub or draped on a chair,
Going through airport security
With sunglasses and beloved beanie,
When fundraising on the telly
For people in ravaged Haiti...
He’s walking on water and walking on air,
He is owning us all, and everywhere!
And regarding what was related above:
The feeling we feel, is it Love?

The kind with the “L” capitalised,
The type so uncommonly realised,
That makes you feel ruler of the world
Rendering you as invulnerable as Supergirl?
The state that makes you sit and weep
Losing weight and losing sleep
Because you spent your livelong day
Wishing he would cast one look your way?
The condition that makes you strangely weak
Wanting to hide and wishing to seek
The answer and the perfect truth
About this discombobulating youth?

A disquieting man who makes us tremble
Our words turning to pifflepaffle
Reducing us into a pile of sighs
Beholding his face and aqua eyes,
Causing our hearts to quit some while
When he flashes his incomparable smile
And the sensuous curve of his lips and mouth
Drains all blood from north down south...

Such power must surely be alien and synthetic
Nothing natural can be so wildly hypnotic!
The divinity that fashioned this exquisiteness
Must be a sadistic and scheming goddess:
No mated woman can remain faithful or true
When Every.Other.Male is removed from view!

He's inherited supernatural and irreversible magic
He's certifiably viral and absolutely magnetic
And we are drawn into the eddies of his ocean
The never-ending surges of Robert Pattinson...
Whirling around in repeating circles
Spinning whorls and cascading spirals
Trenches below and heavens above
Do we care not if this is or is not Love!

It is an outrageous way to conduct a life -
As a locum worker, lover, mother, wife;
A fulltime clandestine Robert consumptive
Double agent in camouflage and subtly deceptive...


Love is as Love does, it is said,
So our bills and taxes are fully paid,
Love by whatever other name or label
Is an enterprise truly deserving and noble,
So notwithstanding his effect be of Love or not
It has come, it has been ever sought;

If this foolish and impertinent question be aired again,
It will show that sense is impossible and logic in vain,
Who needs any answer or compelling reason
If they have ever witnessed our Robert Pattinson?

One day...

One day…
When shadows materialize independently,
And need no light to sustain their form,
The obsession that rivets me currently
Might remit and triteness be my norm;
When rainbows appearing off the blue
Incur no rapt or reverent awe,
And children not nag for prolonged view,
Such miracles rendered common law;
When poets cease to dream or imagine
That Love and Hope will finally cohere,
Like blue and red of pregnant aubergine:
To just be, hold and glow together;


Maybe then…
When these impossibilities come to pass,
And the world not delight or surprise,
My love might dim and die at last,
The fire expiring from mine eyes…
No waves will seek the patient shore,
So they break at sea without respite,
And the rising sun will hold no store
For moon to grace ensuing night;
Then might owls desert the looming dark
And remove the last of what is wise,
No room for cooing dove or lark,
To stay and sing, or philosophise;

Then perhaps…
When all optimism is leached from me,
And Life gives in to sleepless rust,
My ardor for him will cease to be
And I slowly crumble to invisible dust…
And I begin to forget to remember
The exquisite allure of his face,
His voice with specific tone and timbre,
Infusing all with its fragile grace…
My soul won’t ache to bring him close,
And my brain stops innovating to learn
Ways to touch him who is loved the most:
The unreachable Robbie Pattinson!

So here is today…
While earth still spins on its axis,
And our species not yet extinct or rare,
He remains top on my wishing list,
His star stays tantalizing rare!
He remains perimeter and circumference,
He remains constant centre of my all
Rob remains my only living preference,
He stays king in this besotted woman’s hall!

One day...
He will not be the first occupying my mind,
Or my day's last distracting thought,
Memories of him will be hard to find,
Traces of him no longer seen nor sought;
His name will elicit no skipping beat
From a heart thoroughly ossified and pale,
For I must be dead woman's meat,
Cast far from the living vale...

Until then...
He stays my perfect darling stranger,
Dominating each emerging moment,
Call me neither puss nor cat or cougar,
No label need brand my fervent;
Just him breathing in and out unerringly,
Filling up his life with bountiful substance,
I will exist correspondingly,
His living provides me sustenance!

Our One and Only

Oh, so sweet and unfiltered
Mind perfectly unfettered
Letting words gently permeate
Into ears and brain to re-create

Wonderfully cute idiosyncracies
Incomparably naive speak-easies
Belying one who’s free and guileless
Honest thinking so uniquely peerless

Mixed with lashes of humourous wit
Intentioned for the questions to fit…
And how his sayings make us smile!
And even laugh for quite a while!

His comfort in his own skin
Reveals the confidence within
That does not try hard to please
Or oveflowing passions to freeze

He lets the words take liberty
Revealing how nonchalance can be
Marker of a mature and cultured mind
So rare in such youth to find

To his own self to be so true
Is modelling wisdom and courage too…
Oh, so succulent and raw is he!
Of untamed depth and humility!

Adoration needs no more reason:
Our one and only Robert Pattinson!

(response to RAoR post about Rob's hilarious and uncensored answers to interview questions etc)