Rowley Poems - Poems about Rowley

...An Excelente Balade of Charitie (“An Excellent Ballad of Charity”) by Thomas Chatterton, age 17 modernization/translation by Michael R. Burch As wroten bie the goode Prieste Thomas Rowley 1464 ......Read the rest...

...Song from Aella: Under the Willow Tree, or, Minstrel's Song by Thomas Chatterton, age 17 or younger modernization/translation by Michael R. Burch MYNSTRELLES SONGE ("MINSTREL'S SONG") O! sing......Read the rest...

...DAMSEL CAUSING DISTRESS The knight errant sent for me, but I’ve gone missing For three days now, while he’s composed a ditty: In the tide of feminism I still haven’t given up kissing Being wh......Read the rest...

...BETTER HALF for Roger and Tessa I feel his presence as if he stood before me My thoughts are tea-leaves only he can read A brain scan shows I want him to adore me While my heart shows for h......Read the rest...

...GANGSTER’S MOLL The gangster’s moll now exists Beyond the proffered film season Impeaching authorised fiction With cries, and real tears. For She and the boss presumably didn’t care To penetrate t......Read the rest...

...THERE IS NOTHING LIKE A DAME – and there is no dame like a building society or a bank! There may be nothing like me, but I assure you the world would have gone to hell but for organised sex - if boy......Read the rest...

...THE AMAZON MEETS THE GREEKS When life was thick with possibility, Before the written word and the weighing scales, Your definitions held too much probity In the rich seamless embroidery of our ......Read the rest...

...FOR SUSANNE I came in search of skill and I found virtue In your climb up the stairs you were neat and clear Making no excuse for the way he hurt you But you cling to reality with a straight a......Read the rest...

...DEMETER AT THE CHINESE OPERA So, I invited you to the Chinese Opera impulsively Thinking of masks and dragons and triumphant mystery I though it was time we threw off our coats Of mourning, y......Read the rest...

...THE TOKEN POETRY EDITOR Sexless, unloved, this poem tycoon Reads the heart’s treasures as the brain's boon, And riven with erudition, explores the spaces Where uninvited couplets kill the place......Read the rest...

...THE TEMPLE PROSTITUTE The God came to me in the guise of a stranger His gold body scent was of great sublimity His arms were marble pillars, and his embrace Melted the whole world on my bell......Read the rest...

...THE MAD SECRETARY Hunched over the computer, I am mystical, With mental white gloves and a karate belt - A daylight cursor, but on my bicycle, A word and energy transformer, a flickering Celt......Read the rest...

...ON HIS BIRTHDAY from Anne Donne to her husband John – supposing she went on record.. Five senses have we, but just one soul I take you part by part, and then the whole Your fingertips begin at shado......Read the rest...

...FOR MARY MAGDALENE Between necessity and freedom I was crucified Perceiving Himself endlessly on the cross Yet aware, as an onlooker, petrified My vision that never was, would be His loss. I......Read the rest...

...ALMOST AN APOLOGY Sometimes he enchants me with his word The sea of phrases laps around my feet His vision hones on truth just as a bird Seeks its mate to fit a fancy, greet With the sun eac......Read the rest...