-When I was young, I thought
that money was the most important thing
in the world. Today, I'm sure. !!!
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
In answer to Oscar Wilde's quote
"never love anyone who treats you like you are ordinary"
I cannot help but love him she said
But he puts you down, we pointed out
He sequesters you from your family and friends
He isolates you from your loves and your joys
She could not be persuaded, she had to find it out for herself
When she finally made the break, her happiness came back in droves
She was enthusiastic personified again, and full of good advice
You cannot tell us who to love, just remind us to love ourselves.
Oscar Wilde BALLAD of REDING GAOL
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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!
Written: May 2015
Too fragile stems hold heliotrope heads
Taffeta flaunted purple pompoms preposterous
Let us lie on the grass, smoke cigarettes
Aft petal papering conjure new year's purpose
Behold from below the branches spread
Frilly dusk shock puffs, dancing shuffle clusters
Obscure wombs become Wilde, paraded
Lying Spring in Winter cherry bloom discovered
Crushed plums, ostrich plumage cabaret
Bud watching binoculars magnify trivial matters
Syrup decay drips paint over Dorian Gray
Individuals strive beside their neighbours' status
Berating stoney belief in banal morality
Seven deadly virtues bruise a perfect husband
Ademant magenta silken siren Cheveley
Upsets good sense in serpent gaudy diamonds
9th June 2022
Written for Contest:
Purple Flowers
Sponsor:
Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
" 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...
Watch the rodents and regulars
Sifting through the spiritless so-so
Of their sake.
Rushing for a room
In the established B&B,
Avocados and aperitifs
Swelling their bellies and slowing their minds.
Always wary of all their wares,
Reapers of replication.
The competition of the committee
For no tribute, nor travesty, just toll.
Watch the stickmen and society
Parade through the pith paths
Of their poetry.
Dawdling for the day
In the extraordinary ordinary,
Tates and Tatt
Warming their bellies and fizzing their minds.
No wares or too many to care,
Makers of mavericks,
Challengers of the committee,
For just tribute, or travesty, no toll.
© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
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
“Some cause happiness wherever they go
Others whenever they go”
One of Oscar Wilde's famous quotes
Would have been a great man to know
“Always forgive your enemies
Nothing annoys them so much”
Another gem from this famous fellow
As a humorist he sure had the touch
“America was discovered before Columbus
But it had always been hushed up”
Yet another gem from this fertile mind
Don't think that's coffee in his cup
“I think God in creating Man
Somewhat overestimated his ability”
This one totally cracks me up
His mind worked with ease and agility
“A little sincerity is a dangerous thing
And a great deal of it is absolutely fatal”
It's something I learned a long time ago
In fact, I think I learned it prenatal
“Anyone who lives within their means
Suffers from a lack of imagination”
You should throw all caution to the wind
And give in to those naughty temptations
“Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable
That we have to alter it every six months”
Oscar is one of my favourite humorists
His mind was definitely out to lunch!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Very good Mr. Wilde.
Very witty, i guess
I cant relate.
As long as your happy,
That’s what matters,
I guess.
Revered by my revere,
I was desperate to love,
But you wouldn’t notice,
Even if I did,
Smear,
Mirrors fat reflection,
Is far more interesting,
Than any guest,
I could ever be.
Knocks on the door,
Your head froths with swirling waves,
A satisfied smile curves your face,
You answer,
A frown, a question, a gesture,
You accept,
The flowers, with a pounding heart.
To my beguiled,
The note attached begins,
My love, my brilliant cherry,
Your person makes me cherish
Every moment,
All my love,
Oscar Wilde
Dear Oscar was a darling for a day,
In fashion with the fawning, fickle press,
Who later laughed his dignity away,
And saw his soul unbutton and undress.
The once delightful dilettante was stilled,
His unborn epigrams aborted in his mind,
His future poetry and plays each killed,
His fancy faltering mute, deaf and blind.
For Oscar’s art was not enough to check
His masochistic challenge of propriety,
So into Reading Gaol they locked the wreck
Of Oscar Wilde, whose wit once fluttered free:
In tears and blood he scribbled and he scrawled—
The butterfly that once had flown, now crawled.
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