Short Wilde Poems

-When I was young, I thought
 that money was the most important thing
   in the world. Today, I'm sure. !!!...

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To escape the Devil's detection
Willie Wilde lies here in this section
And he chose this spot
With his wife on top
To enjoy the First Resurrection...

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W-isdom
I-s
L-ife's
D-elightful
E-lement

E-xcellently
L-etting
L-essons
O-perate

Topic: Birthday of Wilde Ello (March 12) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Happy birthday, Sister Wilde, 
The moment will be worth the wait; 
You are such a lovely lady, 
Having firm hope and complete faith. 

Topic: Birthday of Wilde Ello (March 12)...

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Dementia
Haiku by: Tom
1/31/2022

In absentia,
our minds no longer recall.
Leads to dementia.



“Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.”
Oscar Wilde
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Who makes me laugh and smile
His name is wildecat aka Doc wilde
He is a prayer warrior, one of a kind
Who would give you his shirt if asked
And lend a helping hand if one needed
Without thinking twice...

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no more saints
and no more sinners
said the girl with tears of a phoenix
my angel of the night
and disarmed me
with her delightful calmness
when art and romance
merged together
in an astounding temptation...

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Witty, flamboyant, vain, he seldom smiled,
red lips on his tomb by women beguiled:
he said funny poignant things,
he wrote, he wrote things with wings;
got grey but never got old . . Oscar Wilde...

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As I see human flowers dying from lack of love all across this world
I wish more people would give more thought 
to something  Oscar Wilde said:

Keep love in your heart.
A life without it 
is like a sunless garden
when the flowers are all dead....

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From birth to demise,

Problems arise,

Physical defects,

mental rejects.

Change, your mistaken,

Just be yourself.

Everyone else is taken.

© Dave Timperley 15 April 2017

The last 2 lines belong to Oscar Wilde. I have them
on a board on our veranda to remind me daily.  D....

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“A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at” Oscar Wilde.

Unlisted fascination,
Top-secret destination,
Occupation rates are low,
Paradise if you should go,
Ideal as your new resort,
All-inclusive, I'd have thought...

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Time And Recall
By: Miracle Man
December 30, 2021

No matter where in life,
you choose to go.
You’ll never forget,
from whence you came.
You’ll remember faces,
of those you know.
Though clock may cause us,
to forget their name.


“Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.”
Oscar Wilde
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" The ugly can look pretty ...
          The beauty will never" ...


          The pretty one can get ugly ...
          The horrendous will never stay
          at least ugly ....

          Man cannot be God ...
          God if he wants he is transformed ...
          One day he did,
          and Jesus became man ...
          Man God......

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Will poems to my dull senses rise,
     In plainer garb, or apt disguise?
Can turn of phrase else serve an end,
     To vanquish foes or win a friend?

What ardor gains a rhyme’s release,
     To grant me treasured moment’s peace?
Or is it merely hubris’ child,
    That lets me dream I’m Oscar Wilde!

2nd Place, Best Poetic Form, Poet Destroyer A...

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hoity heist healed
cremating callous creed
dark tumbles drool
bounty bills booed
lanky lists shred
wanky wills wept

mystic metamorphoses moaned
crumbling, crushed clone
cunny crest thrown

bruised concerto bled
sassy syllables crept
twain trail crest

porous past punctured
tampered tunes tortured.
    '20:03:25:18:23

Note: Dedicated to Oscar Wilde....

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Oscar Wilde BALLAD of REDING GAOL

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Dilemma

I’m living two lives
and that is my dilemma
I’ve one life to live.
            ***

Note:
   Oscar Wilde (1854–1900) was a famous Irish poet, novelist, and playwright who was arrested for ‘gross indecency’ on April 6, 1895, and was convicted of ‘sodomy,’ for which he served two years hard labour (1895-1897) at Newgate Prison in London, England....

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“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth...”  by Oscar Wilde



Face-to-face, he lies;
truth locked inside his heart’s vault.
Is it fear of ridicule?
How did he get here?
Why is it he dons a mask
before he’ll share true feelings?



*Written December 16 for Brian’s 6-7 Line poems contest....

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Deep in the wilde of the Cypress mound on the lower Graburn run
The air is cool and clear by far for the eye of the setting sun

A ride along the turning valleys sight above the plain
The break of eve the sun is sank the day all ends aglow

Made for all by the hands of many of earth and tree and branch
Unwaving hospitality Historic Reesor Ranch

www.facebook.com/historicreesorranch...

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                                         In my wildest dream 
                                        A visit to isle of green
                                 Land of rain_rainbows_dreams

                                   Visit rock cliffs that inspired
                                 William Yeats and Oscar Wilde


Tanka Me A Dream
Contest by: Michael J. Falotico
Written by: Sara Kendrick...

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Once for whom the bell tolls did exist
the playwright and the war journalist.
  Wilde had an ego that’s true
  but Hemingway always knew
the importance of being Ernest!

                     ~~~



Both men had huge egos. Ernest Hemingway
was a war correspondent and novelist who 
wrote For Whom the Bell Tolls. Oscar Wilde
was an Irish playwright and poet who wrote 
The Importance of Being Earnest....

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He didn’t care for Wilde,
And Chaucer was ‘alright,’
But quoted from The Bard
At morning, noon and night.

He loved the characters,
The funny and bizarre -
And fat old Falstaff was 
His favourite by far.

He liked Malvolio,
And never tired of Hal,
He felt for Timon too -
And would have been his pal.

He lived for Will Shakespeare -
His name could make him smile.
I guess he’s not alone - 
His words make life worthwhile!...

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A word in phrase has laid him low

From Milton, Keats, and Longfellow

He tried alas to make a stand 

Upon this shore, a foreign land

He fired back a thousand quotes 

With soliloquies and antidotes 

But the fight had wore him thin

Becoming clear he could not win

And as he laid his body down

Among dead words all scattered round

His eyes then, skyward looked

As he clutch His precious book.

And the Saints who saw his smile

Sent to retrive him, Oscar Wilde...

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