I’m not! but the funny thing is
whenever I’m in a bookshop with a woman
and I say, ‘There’s Oscar Wilde!’
I may as well be, for, two to one,
I’ve probably ruined my chances
for mentioning the Irish author
the said gentlemen.
There’s a cooling off, a fear in the air
It’s sad, I know.
I’m not a Man’s Man, or a Poet’s Poet,
but the funny thing is,
When I mention Oscar they think I am.
I’ve been known to test the boundaries
growing up, experimenting, finding my own voice,
which is not – most emphatically – falsetto,
but truthful and sincere, deep and meaningful
so, as promised, I’ll let you know
how I’m getting on ...
just signed a deal,
a six-figure sum, a new book on Wilde
titled, 'He Was and He Wasn’t'
And, strange to say, I’m not,
nor ever will be
big-headed about it.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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