How I wished astronomers to assume and let that the
moon is flamboyant and watery and woody-
Yes assume and experiment with let say some
controversial political parties to neighbor such glee
or glass through-
is there any thing wrong again?,
is there any thing funny again?,
let assume gaol is another gaol is another gaol is another
gaol is another gaol is another gaol is another gaol?.....
Categories:
gaol, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Oscar Wilde BALLAD of REDING GAOL
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Categories:
gaol, poetry,
Form: Shape
‘Tis lucky me father lies in the grave,
Than t’see the havoc I have wreaked
In the name of actin’ bold and brave,
My misadventures dastardly peaked.
In this musky gaol I am wasting away
While me life passes before me eyes
Chaplains teaching me how to pray,
Give up with their lugubrious sighs.
Long since I no longer wish for home
Before the blazin’ fires of the hearth,
Cedar sizzles and marshmallows foam
My children giggle at songs of mirth.
And me here so cold behind these walls
I no longer dream of freedom’s will,
While me sentence spurts and stalls
I swallow punishment’s bitter swill.
SEVENTH PLACE WINNER
Written October 17, 2022
Submitted to "2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Categories:
gaol, character, places, prison,
Form: Quatrain
I saw a photo on flickr
Inviting the lads to liquor
Of course they could come
And ad libitum
Or go to gaol if they dicker!
Categories:
gaol, humor,
Form: Limerick
Well, we spent a couple of nights in an all-night laudramat somewhere east of Marble Arch. We had completely run out of money during that phase of our London experience. At least we had shelter, and found some measure of companionship with the assortment of characters doing laundry during the wee hours.
There was the drunken gentleman, who never quite got around to reciting Oscar Wilde's, " The Ballad of Reading Gaol." He went on for hours preparing to quote the poem, but never actually uttered a single word of Wilde. . .
foggy night
a cobweb catches
the glow of fluorescents
Copyright 2010 Thomas Martin, all rights reserved.
(Published October, 2010 - Contemporary Haibun Online)
Categories:
gaol, autumn, humorous,
Form: Haibun