Wilde Poems

THUS SAID OSCAR WILDE

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

Oscar Wilde

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

Marvelous Quote by 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

And Murdered in Her Bed

(Oscar Wilde wrote that long poem "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" in 1897, quoted here. In it, a man met his death; for some decades the UK has not had the death penalty.)

                      

Emagi Wilde Reading Gaol

Oscar Wilde BALLAD of REDING GAOL

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Hemingway and Wilde

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

Heliotrope Canopy

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

Excerpts From the Journal of Dorian Gray

Excerpts from the Journal of Dorian Gray
by Michael R. Burch

(These are verified excerpts from Oscar Wilde's "Journal of Dorian Gray")

It was not so much dream, as error;
I lay and felt the creeping terror
of what I had become take hold . . .

The moon watched, silent, palest gold;
the picture by the mantle watched;
the clock upon the

My Kind of Oscar Wilde

" The ugly can look pretty ...
          The beauty will never" ...


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

Goldilocks Vs Wilde Woolf

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

Oscar Wilde

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

Like Oscar Wilde

Like Oscar Wilde 
I can resist everything except temptation 
Love, the sweat the moans the passion 
She loves but she knows she is no good 
I love but my fear is I am  not too 
It takes two to love but our wills cant do
With death the only thing that terrifies us two 
We

Wilde Oscar

“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

The Fabulous Mr Wilde

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

Wilde (1854-1900)

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

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