KikodinhoAlexandros - Hello Poetry

Eons ago, there once was Mr. and Mrs. Owl Who went shopping with so large a bowl, Without any money Yet wanted honey, Those thieves cursed to rove at dusk whilst they howl.

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Oct 30, 2024

Oct 30, 2024 at 6:32 AM UTC

Eons Ago, There Once Was Mr. And Mrs. Owl

Eons ago, there once was Mr. and Mrs. Owl Who went shopping with so large a bowl, Without any money Yet wanted honey, Those thieves cursed to rove at dusk whilst they howl.

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Not far from here there’s a novelty eye All bedight with exquisite lashes of gold— That smiles at all mortals and all that didst die: Sometimes she’s jolly, sometimes she doth cry— At peep of dawn till dusk with tears of gold That smiles at all mortals and all that didst die.” So sang a wandering wind through the rye. There’s an eye like of a tiger so bold— Not far from here there’s a novelty eye; All animals have seen, all birds of sky— Whose shine like a rose in bloom doth unfold; That smiles at all mortals and all that didst die. Some say, far from fairyland she doth ply”— Sang the fish in lonely seas deep and cold. “Not far from here there’s a novelty eye, A wandering dove went cooing by and by: Though her strange beauty is yet to be told— Not far from here there’s a novelty eye— That smiles at all mortals and all that didst die.

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Dec 12, 2023

Dec 12, 2023 at 8:25 AM UTC

NOT FAR FROM HERE THERE’S A NOVELTY EYE!

Not far from here there’s a novelty eye All bedight with exquisite lashes of gold— That smiles at all mortals and all that didst die: Sometimes she’s jolly, sometimes she doth cry— At peep of dawn till dusk with tears of gold That smiles at all mortals and all that didst die.” So sang a wandering wind through the rye. There’s an eye like of a tiger so bold— Not far from here there’s a novelty eye; All animals have seen, all birds of sky— Whose shine like a rose in bloom doth unfold; That smiles at all mortals and all that didst die. Some say, far from fairyland she doth ply”— Sang the fish in lonely seas deep and cold. “Not far from here there’s a novelty eye, A wandering dove went cooing by and by: Though her strange beauty is yet to be told— Not far from here there’s a novelty eye— That smiles at all mortals and all that didst die.

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Hey you little sister, I hope your day's fun And all of moonshine glitter, Yet thrice brighter than the sun. Hey you little sister, Now that you're a year older, Be brave than a rising twister, Strong to break like a boulder. Hey you little sister, When days ever get rough And you can't even smile at a jester, I hope this poem makes you laugh. Hey you little sister, Wishing thee more salubrious days, Brimming with pulchritude like the aster Kissed by the noontide sun's rays. Hey you little sister, Should you ever feel low and dismal, Sit thee down upon thy keister And just give me a phone call. Hey you little sister, My wish for thee is like the sunshine; Warm, cheery, and full of glitter; And like a starry night, soothing & fine. Hey you little sister, No matter how the years go by We'll always be one like stars in a cluster, No matter how many birthdays fly. Hey you little sister, May God follow you always, May the path always be clear As you live to celebrate more birthdays. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.

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Jan 26, 2022

Jan 26, 2022 at 12:26 AM UTC

Ode Unto My Sister

Hey you little sister, I hope your day's fun And all of moonshine glitter, Yet thrice brighter than the sun. Hey you little sister, Now that you're a year older, Be brave than a rising twister, Strong to break like a boulder. Hey you little sister, When days ever get rough And you can't even smile at a jester, I hope this poem makes you laugh. Hey you little sister, Wishing thee more salubrious days, Brimming with pulchritude like the aster Kissed by the noontide sun's rays. Hey you little sister, Should you ever feel low and dismal, Sit thee down upon thy keister And just give me a phone call. Hey you little sister, My wish for thee is like the sunshine; Warm, cheery, and full of glitter; And like a starry night, soothing & fine. Hey you little sister, No matter how the years go by We'll always be one like stars in a cluster, No matter how many birthdays fly. Hey you little sister, May God follow you always, May the path always be clear As you live to celebrate more birthdays. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.

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Monroe, Monroe, Monroe— Frisky horses in the glade— Variegated flowers there grow In pulchritude never to vade. Monroe, Monroe, Monroe— Beauteous soaring olden trees Whose leaves wherever you go Whisper Monroe in the breeze. Monroe, Monroe, Monroe— Chirping birds in the vales That sing merry notes not sorrow Whilst reeling off olden tales. Monroe, Monroe, Monroe— Opalescent clouds there waltz In splendiferous coats all aglow In hues of mulberry and topaz. Monroe, Monroe, Monroe— Whisperin’ enchanted glassy rills Without care like the hunter’s arrow Peregrinate beneath rolling hills. Monroe, Monroe, Monroe— Many a sequestered strange bush Whose hinds in fresh numbers as roe Gallivant to churring of many a Thrush. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. May/14th/2021. Evergreen State.

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May 14, 2021

May 14, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC

The Land Of Monroe

Monroe, Monroe, Monroe— Frisky horses in the glade— Variegated flowers there grow In pulchritude never to vade. Monroe, Monroe, Monroe— Beauteous soaring olden trees Whose leaves wherever you go Whisper Monroe in the breeze. Monroe, Monroe, Monroe— Chirping birds in the vales That sing merry notes not sorrow Whilst reeling off olden tales. Monroe, Monroe, Monroe— Opalescent clouds there waltz In splendiferous coats all aglow In hues of mulberry and topaz. Monroe, Monroe, Monroe— Whisperin’ enchanted glassy rills Without care like the hunter’s arrow Peregrinate beneath rolling hills. Monroe, Monroe, Monroe— Many a sequestered strange bush Whose hinds in fresh numbers as roe Gallivant to churring of many a Thrush. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. May/14th/2021. Evergreen State.

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Eons ago in many a vanished day, There once stood a Hut by The Grey Hill Twixt trees by no wind stirred didst sway. Her floor of silvery shine like a sun-kissed rill— Of all bird's feathers was her roof, Her door of burnished gold hewn, Of chalcedony her walls. Beneath her roof A vase of all hues of a mulberry moon. And In that Hut dwelt an aged aged man Whose strange and novelty curly beard Kissed the ground, and as white as a swan. No string of hair beheld upon his head. His fiery eyes were as steady as forever, His voice akin to a roaring thunder's tapestry, He who was the last of dwarves of Nineva, That now wherever they dwell is but a mystery. One perfectly glorious noontide, so they say; He took to hidden paths of an enchanted moor, And as a wind surreptitiously vanished away To be beheld by mortals nevermore—nevermore. So vanished that novelty Hut of The Grey Hill, And now, peregrinators who peregrinate in that land Hear mellifluous music like whispers of a rill, And at eventide behold a vase in a colorful band With no strings attached—but pendulous in air Like as a motionless cloud hanging upon the sky Whilst gazing about mountains in robes so fair, So it hangs in opalescent hues unto any naked eye. Alas! Though extramundane the vase—none canst remove, For when thou dare gravitate, sweet music no more, But discordant melodies like as a hateful wave Beating against a galleon, & thou art spirited evermore. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. Tacoma, Evergreen State, 03/02/21.

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Mar 2, 2021

Mar 2, 2021 at 5:22 AM UTC

The Hut By The Grey Hill

Eons ago in many a vanished day, There once stood a Hut by The Grey Hill Twixt trees by no wind stirred didst sway. Her floor of silvery shine like a sun-kissed rill— Of all bird's feathers was her roof, Her door of burnished gold hewn, Of chalcedony her walls. Beneath her roof A vase of all hues of a mulberry moon. And In that Hut dwelt an aged aged man Whose strange and novelty curly beard Kissed the ground, and as white as a swan. No string of hair beheld upon his head. His fiery eyes were as steady as forever, His voice akin to a roaring thunder's tapestry, He who was the last of dwarves of Nineva, That now wherever they dwell is but a mystery. One perfectly glorious noontide, so they say; He took to hidden paths of an enchanted moor, And as a wind surreptitiously vanished away To be beheld by mortals nevermore—nevermore. So vanished that novelty Hut of The Grey Hill, And now, peregrinators who peregrinate in that land Hear mellifluous music like whispers of a rill, And at eventide behold a vase in a colorful band With no strings attached—but pendulous in air Like as a motionless cloud hanging upon the sky Whilst gazing about mountains in robes so fair, So it hangs in opalescent hues unto any naked eye. Alas! Though extramundane the vase—none canst remove, For when thou dare gravitate, sweet music no more, But discordant melodies like as a hateful wave Beating against a galleon, & thou art spirited evermore. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. Tacoma, Evergreen State, 03/02/21.

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Even the brightest day Vades into the ebony veil—night. Even the straightest way, At length, a bend doth await. Though mighty is the sun, At dusk, into the sky doth sink. Though pure be the fun, Canst vade in a single wink. Look how the sea wave Races unto the shore with delight, As though she'll rove, and rove, But unto the sea returnest with fright. Even the fastest stream, At length, vades into the sea. Though how sweet be the dream At length, thou dost awake. Look how drops of rain Plummet from yonder sky, But the earth's crust, her drain, No matter how heavens dost cry. Though pleasant be the life As sweet as heaven's nectar, Though a life be marred with strife, At length, all could be vice versa. By eternal law of nature In books of life, whether good or bad, Naught lasts forever, even the future Come morrow—it’s just remembered. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. Evergreen State, 29th/Dec/2020.

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Dec 29, 2020

Dec 29, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC

LAW OF NATURE

Even the brightest day Vades into the ebony veil—night. Even the straightest way, At length, a bend doth await. Though mighty is the sun, At dusk, into the sky doth sink. Though pure be the fun, Canst vade in a single wink. Look how the sea wave Races unto the shore with delight, As though she'll rove, and rove, But unto the sea returnest with fright. Even the fastest stream, At length, vades into the sea. Though how sweet be the dream At length, thou dost awake. Look how drops of rain Plummet from yonder sky, But the earth's crust, her drain, No matter how heavens dost cry. Though pleasant be the life As sweet as heaven's nectar, Though a life be marred with strife, At length, all could be vice versa. By eternal law of nature In books of life, whether good or bad, Naught lasts forever, even the future Come morrow—it’s just remembered. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. Evergreen State, 29th/Dec/2020.

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In a shadowy sky of lies— Be a star whose light of truth never dies. In a shoreless sea of despair— Be a wave of hope beyond compare. In a galaxy of perpetual sorrow— Be a planet of joy that doth glow. In a bottomless vale of negativity— Be a whisperin’ stream of positivity. In a darkling wood of unfairness— Be a soaring tree of fairness. In a desert of desperation— Be an oasis of inspiration. In a drove of utter unkindness— Be a reflection of utter kindness. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros👌 17th/Sept/2020, Evergreen State♥️

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Sep 17, 2020

Sep 17, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC

HEARKEN YE UNTO THE VOICE OF THE BARD.

In a shadowy sky of lies— Be a star whose light of truth never dies. In a shoreless sea of despair— Be a wave of hope beyond compare. In a galaxy of perpetual sorrow— Be a planet of joy that doth glow. In a bottomless vale of negativity— Be a whisperin’ stream of positivity. In a darkling wood of unfairness— Be a soaring tree of fairness. In a desert of desperation— Be an oasis of inspiration. In a drove of utter unkindness— Be a reflection of utter kindness. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros👌 17th/Sept/2020, Evergreen State♥️

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The winds are howling, The rains are softly falling, The skies are cloudy, The clouds are hoary, Lofty trees exuberantly frisky, And I in this weather must bask Like a romping glade unicorn, And dost grab some popcorn.

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Aug 21, 2020

Aug 21, 2020 at 6:21 PM UTC

A Peep Through My Window

The winds are howling, The rains are softly falling, The skies are cloudy, The clouds are hoary, Lofty trees exuberantly frisky, And I in this weather must bask Like a romping glade unicorn, And dost grab some popcorn.

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Beauteous clouds hang upon the sinking deep, Ineffably in coats with no stain upon ‘em seen. Susurrus zephyrs evermore chime and sweep, Through leaves bedight in hues of golden green. Susurrus leaves rhythmically sway and sway To the susurration of the wild blue yonder. Fugacious clouds enrich every fading day In opalescent hues upon heaven’s shore. Salubrious flowers waft ethereal scent upon air, A scent of Elysium on earth, a scent of loveliness. Lugubrious seas call it a soothing balm so fair, And softly whisper comely olden tales of the seas. Splendiferous olden golden hills roll evermore, Wanderin’ olden rills peregrinate here and there, Whilst whisperin’ euphonious murmurs of yore; Such—such mellifluous music unto a naked ear. In the emerald state, upon every river bank There groweth exquisite merry flowers of gold, All flowers of novelty beauty—all wild and rank. In the emerald state—pulchritude is all to behold. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Evergreen State, August 16th 2020.

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Aug 16, 2020

Aug 16, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC

Ode Unto The Evergreen State

Beauteous clouds hang upon the sinking deep, Ineffably in coats with no stain upon ‘em seen. Susurrus zephyrs evermore chime and sweep, Through leaves bedight in hues of golden green. Susurrus leaves rhythmically sway and sway To the susurration of the wild blue yonder. Fugacious clouds enrich every fading day In opalescent hues upon heaven’s shore. Salubrious flowers waft ethereal scent upon air, A scent of Elysium on earth, a scent of loveliness. Lugubrious seas call it a soothing balm so fair, And softly whisper comely olden tales of the seas. Splendiferous olden golden hills roll evermore, Wanderin’ olden rills peregrinate here and there, Whilst whisperin’ euphonious murmurs of yore; Such—such mellifluous music unto a naked ear. In the emerald state, upon every river bank There groweth exquisite merry flowers of gold, All flowers of novelty beauty—all wild and rank. In the emerald state—pulchritude is all to behold. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Evergreen State, August 16th 2020.

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Hark! Hark! Kenny Rogers, A lark at heaven’s gate sings Sail away like galloping rivers And spread thy gentle wings To wing from the ****** earth Unto a realm of opalescent skies In the mighty land of worth Where seraphs croon lullabies Mellifluously day and night, Where flowers dost shine Ineffably long and bright All bedight in colors devine. In lands of novelty sea shores, Lands of many a whispering river That dost serpentine forevermore With heaven’s sweetest nectar. In lands of halcyon glassy seas, Seas as calm as a millpond With banks of multicolored trees Yet all veiled with many a diamond. Lands enveloped by lustrous stars, Stars painting words of desire And heaven’s ineffable wonders Upon chatoyant skies on fire. Lands where love is woven by A tapestry of truth not lies, Lands where love isn't bought by Sapphires, emeralds nor rubies. Lands where avenues are all Paved with green and gold Come winter, spring, summer & fall, Such pulchritude is all to behold. In lands where the only air There is to inhale is purest love, In a kingdom all but so fair Beside the king of heaven above. Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Tacoma, Washington. 3/21/20.

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Mar 21, 2020

Mar 21, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC

Eulogy Unto Kenny Rogers (II)

Hark! Hark! Kenny Rogers, A lark at heaven’s gate sings Sail away like galloping rivers And spread thy gentle wings To wing from the ****** earth Unto a realm of opalescent skies In the mighty land of worth Where seraphs croon lullabies Mellifluously day and night, Where flowers dost shine Ineffably long and bright All bedight in colors devine. In lands of novelty sea shores, Lands of many a whispering river That dost serpentine forevermore With heaven’s sweetest nectar. In lands of halcyon glassy seas, Seas as calm as a millpond With banks of multicolored trees Yet all veiled with many a diamond. Lands enveloped by lustrous stars, Stars painting words of desire And heaven’s ineffable wonders Upon chatoyant skies on fire. Lands where love is woven by A tapestry of truth not lies, Lands where love isn't bought by Sapphires, emeralds nor rubies. Lands where avenues are all Paved with green and gold Come winter, spring, summer & fall, Such pulchritude is all to behold. In lands where the only air There is to inhale is purest love, In a kingdom all but so fair Beside the king of heaven above. Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Tacoma, Washington. 3/21/20.

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