Rambling on Rob's influence...

You turned up and you stole my breath away
I signed up and everything else is okay
For the succor that you have brought to me
For my youth that you have restored for me
For the extreme longing and extended wait
For the promises delivered long past due date
I am grateful you have come at last
And I am able to see an angel brought to pass
You make my aspirations all complete
My appetites are now full replete
My inmost soul has been revealed and seen
This smitten slave is now self-made queen
Every difficulty is now rendered do-able
You are worth every kind of trouble
Whether you know it or whether not
You have dismembered my Gordian Knot!!
(Posted from NZ on 4th January 2011...)

Merry Christmas to Robert!

Dear Robert,
Wherever on earth you may be tonight
Have a wonderful and loving Christmas night
May you realise all the desires of your heart
May you and your loved ones never be apart
May angels cast their watch over your head
May you always feel peace and passion in your bed
From one of millions who love you so
Merry Christmas and be God's golden glow!
(Posted 11.56 pm New Zealand time on 24th December 2010)

Robert on the Oprah Show

Did you see Robert on the Oprah show?
Shining sublimely in the pixellated glow,
As ravishingly beautiful as we all know,
Sitting pretty at the head of the row…

The delightful creature knocked on doors,
Knocked folks off chairs and onto floors,
Made them happy and dizzy with surprise
Seeing Him in the flesh with His laughing eyes!

Oh, how I wished so piously
That such a fortune would land on me:
To have Him lurking outside my house,
Pressing His shirt against my blouse,
Hugging His neck with both arms as well,
Inhaling His scent, musk and smell!
Listening to His alluring voice
Inviting me to the show of choice,
Knowing full well that my top destination
Is wherever He is in closest proximation!

Oh, how I envied those who were so lucky
As to be in touching distance of our sweet Robbie…

And the cheeky grin as he made his reply,
With a devilish twinkle in each squinted eye -
That Kristen Stewart was going to have a baby
Though she insisted He was the one who’s getting preggy…

I must confess to being enormously relieved
That fatherhood rumours are not to be believed,
Yet do you think it wrong or very sinful for me
To wish He would give or have my baby?

{OUT! OUT! Most inappropriate thought!
Never had a more wicked end been sought!
I am now thoroughly ashamed and all put out
That I have gone and thought that thought out loud!!}

But oh, my angelsz, darlings and sisters all,
I am beyond culling outrageous feelings for Him at all!
Here comes Hell’s fiery chariot now swinging low
To damn me for coveting Robert on the Oprah Show!

(on watching Robert on the Oprah Show on his 24th birthday, 13th May)

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)

Ramblings on 23rd February

OMG!! he is too too beautiful to bear!
no escaping from his image anywhere!
not that i want to be free of him, mind you,
but there is only so much nonchalance i can do…

i was walking with a conference colleague today
when a magazine with his face on it took my breath away
she was amazed at the source of my discombobulation
and thought him way too young and wild for “our generation”
i told her, in no uncertain terms, at all
that her judgement would not match my call
that in my humble thinking and opinion
no age barriers exist for this Rob Pattinson
i said that whilst i might be offcially menopausal
my inner woman is still alive and fully hormonal
and sex is mainly psychological for a woman’s mind
and a girl will take any inspiration she can find

she thought i was only teasing her
i couldn’t possibly be so immature
i said that i was a demented creature in truth
lusting after an unknown youth
and that i should be duly committed
and have my professional status deleted
she snorted and said honesty is best
my secret will be safe within her breast!
i said i cared not what anyone thought at all
i am who i am or i am not myself at all!!
not sure if she will talk with me tomorrow
but she will not cure nor shame this Pattinh00r!!

(Posted on RAoR in response to a whole lot of pretties posted there)

Once-upon-a-time people

I am a once-upon-a-time girl
Lost in this frenetic world
My vitality slowly drained away
Bit and bit and day by day
Real life a tireless conveyor belt
Disregarding of what is really felt
Reducing all vestiges of individuality
Into inane and safe cordiality…

And then He comes along
Like rising strains of brand new song
Dispersing clouds of grey and gloom
Tapestry of color on spanking loom
Lifting faces and drooping expectations
Displaying genius in His coruscations
Injecting His humor and jollity
With practiced grace and humility

He is my once-upon-a-time boy
Re-creating memories of exultant joy
When love was new, untried and young
And bonds and ties were yet unstrung
When a boy and girl might take a chance
And join in romantic and ecstatic dance
Where each is ageless and full of zest
For all that is courageous and pure and best

But I am steeped in life too long
I know where I do and don’t belong
His life and mine are placed too far
My blue blue planet from his bright sun star
I watch in deep and awful fascination
His exciting journey to His fabulous destination
And my tears are not for grief or pain
In truth they fall for His every gain

We are as once-upon-a-time narrators
Of a story older than the lunar craters
Two seekers ever distanced and apart
Never to meet each face, soul or heart
Finding unison only through the embracing ether
Wherein we breathe in and out daily together
Here I inspire the same molecules of oxygen
Breathed out there by my Robert Pattinson

This is how human reality is lived out ever
All over the lay of our big watery sphere
Smoky dreams and desires so easily born
Murdered with ease at each heated morn
But would I never dream or love no more
To spare myself the inevitable and tragic score?
Ah, loving Him is for my own pleasure and staple
He is nourishment for such once-upon-a-time people…

That Pattinson Boy is now a Man!

Oh, those pictures in that Details magazine
have put our palpitating hearts in fast spin!
Modelling curious youth and knowing man,
integrating contradictions as only he can;

Every shoot tells an intriguing narrative,
every angle evoking and plainly suggestive
of what he may be contemplating in private
about the women, scantily clad and naked!

They were all around him and intertwined,
touching him on all sides, front and behind;
his body between spreadeagled thighs…
all that feminine glory before his eyes!

His fully-clothed self is extreme titillation
as contrasted with his company’s disinhibition,
such is the stuff for fancy’s mill -
easy surrender to his masculine will!

Such an epic distortion and irrevocable force
Such natural progression of his life’s course
Another milestone in his celebrity span –
That Pattinson Boy is now a Man!

(Responding to posted pictures of Robert's photo shoot for the March Details Magazine)

Pulchritudinous man!

O, such a pulchritudinous man!
So much gorgeousness to command...
Have to sit and slow my heart down
else i will end up on the ground!
thanks so much for all this pretty
you've made the day better for me!
When Real Life kicks in bad
Looking at Rob makes me glad
so am saving all this ammunition
for RL stress immunisation!
ciao bella!

Robert, if it is not too much to ask...

Robert, if it is not too much to ask
Please let me take you to a task:
Don’t do anything reckless
or sexy or fuckhawt or feckless
for my good husband’s sake!
for my real life’s stake!

although it is well nigh impossible
for you to be but infinitely desirable
you are seen through a prejudiced lens
everything rendered to a high sensual tense
every inch of glorious young physique
imbued with a pulsating live mystique...

but have pity on my terminal condition
a feline curse past all cure or redemption
left licking sore and damaged paws
from choosing a futile and fatalistic course
no hope ever to be where you are
a nerve too close to a feat too far

but sustained by your continued breathing
and propped up while you are still living
so joyful with the reflected catharsis
of a fulfilled and awaited promise
of another chance to be young again
experience crushing love and bruising pain...

you who are living an exhilarating life
you who are causing rampant feminine strife
remember to exercise your tender mercies
for those dipped in unrequited miseries
ah, the pointed pointlessness of it all
to yearn and burn where they plunge and fall

we did not choose this way of indignity
but we submit to your appointed destiny
to flail and surrender at your feet
is the end all women now will meet
so be a gentle rain for this arid place
bestow relief with your measured grace

show us your beloved face again
lest your absence drive us all insane
we know you have a newfound pet
but she is young and she’ll keep yet
come and end this interminable drought
take some air and get around and about

but whether you come to surface soon or not
would not alter our circumstance a jot
we search the world wide web for news of you
creating multimedia works of love for you
basking in the luminosity of the life you now assert
our darling Spunk Ransom, Pattinson Robert!

Wish I was Kristen Stewart…

that multiply-blessed Kristen Stewart
the lucky Bella who got her Edward
the lithe American who got the Britisher
every girl and woman wants to be her
the cool human who got the hot vamp
the contender who got to be touted champ
the willing captive in the arms of young Cullen
the current love of our Robert Pattinson
no matter how one looks at the picture
she is one very fortunate and enviable creature!

just she better be good to him
just she better be true to him
else there will be hell and highwater
from every Robloving devil and sister!

wish I was young and lovely like her
wish I was besotted by him like her
wish our places would quickly invert
wish I was Kristen Stewart…

It is always he...

It is always he...
Softly slipping into my dreams
when I lay me down to sleep
moon dust tripping along moon beams
promises and rendezvous to keep
It is always he...
Easily overwhelming my reverie
as I go about my day to day
his essence in everything I do and see
all things revolve around him anyway
It is always he...
No need to enquire nor to ask
no prizes for guessing his identity
no use in taking me at all to task
for i know not how else to be
It is always he…
He of sublime form, voice and visage
Michelangelo’s evident model and muse
recipient of general tribute and homage
compliments and praises all profuse
It is always he...
Besotted of women from diverse milieu
he is their prime, their source, their reason
Rejuvenating desires, lives and loves anew
this devastating Robert Pattinson
It is always he…

Rob Rhapsody in White…

He is lying upon a white-sheeted bed
His gunny arms beneath his head
Long-sleeved shirt clinging tight
Of silk and of course it’s white
Then fabulous thighs and legs following
By milky white jeans swallowing
One knee propped up like a soldier
Trying to hide his rising boner
He looks up and smiles like a smug tomcat
He’s got the cream and he’s all that
So i descend on him unwaveringly
Remove his whiteness untenderly
Off with the white socks from How To Be
Pulling down the pants hurriedly
White Fruit of the Loom manties restraining
The Holy Peen in dimensions fast gaining
Manties off and I go sit myself down gently
On his hard and urgent Arabian thoroughbred bony
We giggle and wriggle and jiggle around
i move myself slowly up and slowly down
With his large hands massaging my mammaries
the rapture invades and explodes my ovaries
now his shaft is finding its momentum
his hips are bucking in furious rhythm
till he can take the mounting tension no longer
he comes in me and he comes forever
and he whispers in his hoarse and husky voice
some ejaculatory and coital words of choice
i snuggle into his white-shirted and sweaty chest
and bite off each white button resisting arrest
then hot mouth and tongue on his erect nipples
darting them licks and sharp teeth nibbles
he sighs and turns my body around
and proceeds to take the higher ground
insinuating his resurrected and fleshy mast
into the sanctuary of my waiting a—
and once again my shining knight in white
is giving me enthusiastic backroom delight
and when he comes with resounding zest
proving once again how he’s indisputably the best…
i love my fucking Rob Rhapsody in fucking White
there is not another more alluring sight
and i swear to you, of all the damnedest things,
i fucking see him sprouting snow white wings!!
Oh, an angel he is and without any question!
Holy Seraphim, the white Robert Pattinson!

(In response to JAG posting on RAOR regarding HHH in white!! LOL)

My Elvis Rob

Today is a day of days
Remembering Elvis like always
But this day brings an added treasure
Brightening up prospects without measure

For in the wake of his leaving
Some thirty long years intervening
Comes his new reincarnated form
Like a clear sky following tempestuous storm

Another gloriously-endowed person
The iridescent Robert Thomas Pattinson
Who with the same gracious humility
Good humour and charming personality
Is capturing the world’s massive heart
To embrace and take his part
Assimilating his visage and his voice
Dovetailing all options in one choice

The twin to his predecessor’s phenomenon
A talent so rare and uncommon
A second coming for those who believe
In Pattinson once again will Presley live!

Another new year cometh...

Mmm, is it another new year now?
I feel another furrow upon my brow...
And how did i get to be so old so fast?
How did all those years slip un-noted past?

And while my body surrenders to gravity
And mental processes tend toward dystrophy
You remain a beacon of welcoming light
Casting off the terrors of yesternight;

Shining your sunbeams wide across the harbour
Bringing ships in for safe passage and succour
Reminder of how glorious this life can still be
While you keep streaming yourself out to sea;

And as long as you exist in this inconstant world
There remains grit and fight in this old girl
No matter what strife and presenting vicissitude
All can be parried with my bolshie attitude!

Though Life is beyond my mortal ken
And be incurably fatal for me in the end
To live while you are breathing the same oxygen
Is sufficient boon, dear Robert Thomas Pattinson...

So, be the one modeling transcendental capacity
Live brightly for yourself, reflect your glow for me!