Post A Poem for What is Wilde in YOU!
As it was Oscar Wilde’s birthday yesterday, I thought I would celebrate one of my favourite writers. P.s. Thank you to Marla Todd (Vampire Maman) for the idea.
Oscar Fingal O’Flaherty Wills Wilde was an infamous Irish wit and poet who became one of London’s most popular and celebrated of playwrights. Born in Dublin, in 1854, he was the son of Anglo-Irish, aristocratic parents.
Oscar inherited his propensity for social suavity from his mother. Never short of a quip, Oscar’s witticisms are still a source of humour and delight.
Remember…”A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. “
“Always forgive your enemies – nothing annoys them so much.”
“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it… I can resist everything but temptation.”
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
What is Wilde in you?
Stars
I wonder at stars,
fixed and constant in celestial orbit
looking to ancient lore for sense-making of now
Geometric patterns in relationship,
exacting influence,
or so ancients say.
Can glittering pin-pricked mantle of deep blue mother night
exact a toll, help or hinder movements,
push, pull, block, cross?
Why put our faith in stars?
The twinkling echoes of millions of years ago?
(c) 2012 Niamh Clune
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“An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.”
Clandestine wonderings.
Secret ruminations that
all we behold is not the truth,
but metaphors behind
drawn curtains. And
are we not fit to dream
of songs and stories given
to that mystique, we call the ideal?
Behold the stifled voices
of the men and women
who have too many ideas.
All our lives made
to count the stones thrown
and collect them in pockets
ripped by the weight of
the day-after-tomorrows
and stifled ambitions.
But this is a dangerous poem-
a bullet, a blade,
a thing
in print that says
We are thinkers, dreamers,
world-builders, poets, artists
sharing the songs that tell the
stories behind broken hearts
and lost ideals.
Yes, this thing is dangerous
and startling but not brittle
and we all know
the right convictions
spread like pollen.
A little rough around the edges, but the Wilde quotes do inspire.
Wow! Tonia…This is extraordinary and quite brilliant. I hope you get this message.
Thank you, Niamh. I may tweak it and share on my blog, with a reblog of this one. Would you mind?
Please do! And let me know the edits and I will tweak it here for you also.
Words Gone Wilde
Enveloped ideas swimming this vast sea
Cannot quite control them swirling around this distant revelry,
Not my intention to confuse dire audiences of my premonitions
Just wanted to spill these feelings for only to inspire is my intention.
Wilde musings scattered in this ocean of catatonic frenzy,
His Wilde way of thinking I can’t help but admire
Being different, out of the ordinary and sometimes branded as crazy
I don’t mind since I’m this world to make a difference and be heard!
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2012
Lovely, Elizabeth. Thank you for joining us with your oceanic depth.
I can’t believe I forgot Oscar’s birthday! He had, according to an enchantment of Eire Dragons, a quite wonderful relationship with their mythic kind. Of course, his pixilated way is evident from his fairy tales – (The Happy Prince is a sentimental favourite of mine)…But more on that another time….Extraordinary poetry, Tonia and Niamh. Thank you!
Yes! He was away with the faeries, and had many an encounter with those from mythic realms…(The Rose and the Nightingale is one of my favourites.
Love that story.
“If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
~ Oscar Wilde ~
Over and over again
By jennifer kiley
10.18.12
Secretly in the night
I listen for the quiet
It is time
Nature seeks
Its satisfaction
Slipping out
Under the moonlight
Watching the stars
I wait
Will she come
She did promise
The air is filled
With a warm
Foggy mist
Covering the ground
Filling the dark spaces
With invisibility
Come to me
Now while I am warm
Waiting for your touch
The witches tea
We consumed
To break the spell
He put on you
Keeping you
Away from me
He doesn’t know
He can’t satisfy you
Not in the way
That I am able
To do
You know
This is true
We have felt love
Together alone
While he went away
And when he returned
Your hands
Your mouth
You couldn’t
Deny me
My body
And love
Would and could
Never turn you away
I’m in your blood
You are in mine
When in public
Holding hands
Wasn’t ever allowed
Why do you stay
You don’t love him
He’s not your kind
You crave me
The woman
Of your dreams
Your nightmares too
But your home
Is not mine
To break
He must
Turn you out’
That would free me
To love you
The way
You need
To really feel
There isn’t any way’
That he can
Make his touches
Feel like mine
My touches
On your body
Are like
Your own hands
Touching like mine
I know where
To make you feel
The deepest
Part of you
When you are ready
To be set free
I will be waiting
On that day
To show you the love
He could never
Even possibly
Think of
Making you feel
Not ever
Would he
Be able
To take you
To that highest
Place
Where I would
Set you free
© Jennifer Kiley 2012
How gorgeous, Jennifer. Such beautifully expressed sentiment.
Reblogged this on Passionfind with Tonia Marie Harris and commented:
On The Plum Tree celebrated Oscar Wilde’s birthday a few days ago and encouraged poets to do the same. The following quote inspired the poem below. If you enjoy poetry, join us in celebrating Wilde’s wit and writing. Thank you.
“An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.”
~ Oscar Wilde
Clandestine Wonderings
Secret ruminations that
all we behold is not the truth,
but metaphors behind
drawn curtains. And
are we not fit to dream
of songs and stories given
to that mystique, we call the ideal?
Behold the stifled voices
of the men and women
who have too many ideas:
All our lives made
to count the stones thrown
and collect them in pockets
ripped by the weight of
the day-after-tomorrows
and stifled ambitions.
But this is a dangerous poem-
a bullet, a scythe, an anvil-
A thing
in print that says
We are thinkers, dreamers,
world-builders, poets, artists
sharing the songs that tell the
stories behind broken hearts
and lost ideals.
Yes, this thing is dangerous
and startling but not brittle.
And we all know
the right convictions
spread like pollen.
Beautiful! Thank you to everyone for sharing your words. And thank you to the inspiration from the wonderful Oscar Wilde – you will always be remembered and cherished.
Most certainly will. You gave me the idea for this.
Recently seen written on the inside of a toilet door at my local library:
‘Fashion is a form of ugliness so intollerable that we are forced to change it every six months’ ~ Oscar Wilde ~
This made me smile. He’s obviously still alive and well!
Brilliant, Margo! I love this quote. It is one of my favourites!
I have never heard of Oscar Wilde before now, but I love his quotes!
I was inspired to write this poem from my recent vacation to the Albuquerque International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta!
Balloons Gone Wilde
By Erik, Age 10-ish
PHUUUU! PHUUU!
A hearty cheer
for all to hear,
From the ground
to the sky.
Balloon fly high!
Up they go.
Nine in a row.
Flashing their light!
What a sight!
By dawn they’re up.
More than five hundred.
Windy day,
Can’t get up.
Poor penguin,
who couldn’t fly.
Poor cow,
who didn’t jump the moon.
Darth Vader,
gone away.
To a galaxy
far, far away.
Elvis Presley,
King of Rock.
Flew high,
touched the sky.
Lion King,
Oh so hungry.
Needs a snack.
How about that Zebra?
All the balloons,
very peaceful.
Way up high,
I want to fly!
All the balloons,
Beautiful,
Colorful,
Silent designs!
My Mind,
soars with them.
My Imagination,
soon follows.
Now then, Oscar, ooops! Erik! Oscar would be so proud of you! He wrote some beautiful, witty plays, poetry, and even some children’s fairy stories. It is wonderful to know that I have introduced you to one of the greatest ever playwrights!
Thank you Dr. Clune! I am glad you liked my poem!
PS My parents almost named me Oscar but my grandmother didn’t like the name!
Well…Erik suits you just fine!