Rowley Rosemarie poet from Ireland was born in 1942 has 83 years. Poems were written in Modern age mainly in English language. Dominant movement is prevalent form.
Top ten poems Rowley Rosemarie
Beauty's Helicon
... I've had practice with sleeping with those who do not please me,I've had oceans of despair in my cup of pain,I do not try to please who do not please me,They cause storms, and trigger fissures in the brain,So when I know my true love by his hand,I'll set in stone my long list of his beauty,Release into the air the demons of that bandWho say the ugly are forgetful of their duty,To live a life of honour, but not lust,To be the clerk of passion, and its ways,To write the bibliographies in dust,To caption beauty in the prison of their days,As my true love and I practice the rationOf beauty, that makes fidelity a passion. ...
Flight into Reality
... t wording locked into our clayA hieroglyphic conundrum is their ration!Why did she not with him stay ...
The Humours of the Seminarian's House
... ention plainFor if to love You is our dearest destiny,Let us first understand You, right in infinity ...
No Tea Party
... ngOf babies, so there's no joy for us to share-The lid is hopping on the kettle's song-Don't call me ...
A Prayer for Yeats's Son
... chWhere all is peace and fruitfulnessFor celibacy and chastity are the taresOf the human, not divine ...
The Puzzle Factory
... e consults Britannica, finds there filedReferences she heard only in the townYet I was familiar with ...
Queen of Hearts
... Hers, from childhood the bitter pain of tearsDreamed a peep-shy wedding to a PrinceHer one longing to be cherished through the yearsBy a lover, husband, brother: not sinceThe beginning of time a perfect love be foundTo ease the pain of separation and of griefShe gave to others her complete roundOf compassion, love, yet was taken by a thiefTo steal her image, peddle it to crowdsMake her true love of children mawkishIn death, we see her vision through such cloudsHer smile radiant, joyful, a little rakishFor hers is the Queendom, the power and the gloryAlone at the Taj Mahal, rapt in the story. ...
The Sea Change
... l's exertion,My eye is clear, said this returning wraith,To make and trust, above all, live in faith ...
The Sea Horse
... e necessity and greedWho in her bridal gown of plangent seaweedCan sing the sadness of a broken reed ...
There is Nothing Like a Dame—
... s the people who won't smile who bother me,hard fitted, easy suited, do they think it's all for free ...
