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Farewell, farewell  my father,
Farewell, farewell my only joy
That none canst ever destroy,
Farewell, farewell my father.

Farewell, farewell my father,
Spread thy wings like a dove
Past effulgent yonder stars above,
Farewell, farewell my father.

Farewell, farewell my father,
Fly past cruel hands of time,
Fly unto a rose-scented clime,
Farewell, farewell my father.

Farewell, farewell my father,
Fly through the endless night,
Fly unto a realm of eternal light,
Farewell, farewell my father.

Farewell, farewell my father,
Fly unto a realm of fairest gold
Where beauty you’ll only behold,
Farewell, farewell my father

Farewell, farewell my father,
Fly unto where gentle winds blow,
Fly unto where stars eternally glow,
Farewell, farewell my father.

Farewell, farewell my father,
Fly unto lands of silvery fountains,
Lands of golden-capped mountains,
Farewell, farewell my father.

Farewell, farewell my father,
Fly unto lands of opalescent skies
That forever dost shine in paradise,
Farewell, farewell my father.

But though art thou gone my father,
Wherever I’ll wander like a river,
Thy lurve as dawn dew fresh forever,
Farewell, farewell oh my father.


**Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. Jumeirah, Dubai. 10th.11.2017
For those of ye who know little about me, I'll commence by saying: My name is Edward, and I come from the pearl of Africa, Uganda. I was born to a poor family but despite the fact we were destitute, there's a HERO who worked slave-like to paint a smile upon everyone's physiognomy...A Hero I'm proud to call, MY FATHER. We dwelt upon a small piece of land in a single room by the heart of a slum zone, and that was the place we called home. Wild was the environment and to pile on the agony, as a peculiar dark fate bore it, without my family's consent the piece of land where we dwelt was sold by some mean family members hence we had to look for a new home and the end result was, my family had to split....The two young sisters of mine went with my beloved Mom whilst I with my Dad. I stayed with Him in the far countryside for a while but as time drifted by and by, I no longer wished to put up in the countryside hence I set off to live by my own back in town. This thus completely limited me from seeing Him quite often..... The city bore all wild behaviors ye could ever imagine of under the book of life, but thank goodness I went to church....a church where serendipitously I met a British lady of God, a lady who helped me in a myriad ways I canst never explain by just mere words. At this point, I visited my father once in a blue moon, for I craved blooming to success as to surprise Him the person I'd blossomed to. By serendipity's sake, after much toiling I'd saved some money on me that could help me travel to Dubai as to seek a fortune. 'Tis at the point of departing when I visited him to say my goodbyes.... To my dismay, He was critically Ill and on asking Him why he hadn't informed me earlier, his response was that He wished not drowning me in a stream of worrying. My flight was nigh that he had to bid me adieu.....Sick as He was, He dragged out His motor cycle he hadn't rode for a while to offer me a ride.... and on asking him whether I could ride, his response was NAY but He....He was such a flint-hearted man to change his word thus through the ragged countryside he valiantly rode with his quaking hands till when we came by where I had to board a vehicle back to town. He then gave me a warm handshake and said unto me in a velvety voice..."GOODBYE SON, BE WELL" In a jiffy, the vehicle commenced moving, but through the mirror I beheld him indignantly staring at the vehicle till when i could see Him no more. That was the very last time I caught a glance at Him.....Now that I was abroad, whenever I'd call Him, he'd always tell me that He was doing quite better and recuperating. But, as a dark fate bore it, on 10th February 2017, the most heart-rending news poured into mine ear, HE HAD PASSED AWAY. Swifter than a plummeting eagle at her prey, I approached the company I'm working for seeking an emergency leave but 'twas to no avail since i couldn't cater for the air tickets fact that his Hospital bills had long drained me.
I tried as much as i could but in vain hence i couldn't burry him.

so, today is 10th again... the same day like this not so many moons ago when  he passed away, and I've decided to whisper Him this poem till we meet again. May the Lord of tender mercy judge his piteous soul with utmost kindness. Amen.

Thank ye for reading, dear friends. Take care of thy selves. God bless ye.
A moonlit walk, on empty beach
she appears, within his reach,
his arms reach out, a cradled kiss
his tender touch, their hearts of bliss.

A midnight touch, a shadowed dance
they leave footprints, in the sand,
her joyful heart, their midnight fate
a kiss of grace, the love they create.

Hearts of fire, their love unbound
two souls in the night, forever found,
joyful love, loving sighs
for love resides, within their eyes.
~
  Nov 2017 RiBa
Matt Perkins
Slow flowing water
Littered with sludge and waste
The earth sighs sadly.
  Nov 2017 RiBa
Cné
he once said to me...

                 “I would blow warm
                         moist breath through
                                          your toes...
                           I would do all the
                  wonderful things
                to your big toes
                  that you do to me.
                      And most certainly
                         all the tension would  
                             drain onto me...
                               I would draw
                                every last drop
                               from your toes
                          with little messages
                         along the way of my
                      charted course
                         to come up
                      your inner channels.
        Resting in the sensitive eddies  
      behind your knees
  we both breathe fire
    wafting up and down
                         your thighs.”


.... like drips of seduction off his tongue.

And he lingered on, saying...

                   “Flaming lips wafting
             together with desire,
       reaching and pulling
          with firey licks.
       As I slide
   my wet tongue
    on up and hover,
           breathing
                     you in
                           deeply...
                           through my nostrils
                         filling my *** senses.
                       Drunk on your fumes,
                I'm consumed.
           Circling the tip
       of my nose
   around
your hard,
   pearly knot
       feeling the heat
             from your butterfly wings
            my parted lips surounding
          and easing the warmth
     of my soul onto you
with wet hot breath.
   And I ease the length
          of my tongue to rest
      completely over
    your fire breathing wings ,
               warm capable and ready..
                   leaving you in suspense.
                      Sliding ever so slightly
                           and slowly up your      
                              slick silky lips,
                     tightening the tip
                   of my tongue -
                      flick flick
                             flick flick...
             And I look deeply
           into your eyes,
                  into depths
                    you've never known.
                       And then I'll take you
                        all in, with a suction
                           you'll never escape
                             or ever want to.
      Never breaking eye contact
my tongue slides from bottom
        and presses, emphasis
         at the top slowly
        over and over
            settling you in.
                We fall into
                   a oneness
                        and find  
                        our groove.”


And I said...

“I wish I wasn't
still irritated with you
so I could fully
enjoy your seduction.”


It’s my 100th poem and thought I’d do something different. Be kind! XD
RiBa Nov 2017
When we were children
Of age nine or ten
In a small town far away,
Life was simple then

No mobile phones we had seen,
Internet was never there.
Summers in the river fishing,
A childhood without care

We played gilli danda in the mud
plucked mangoes by the dozen
Monsoons meant wet football
Shivered gleefully in the winter season

Little boys in half pants
And girls in pigtails
Of visits to the circus
Making paperboats and catching snails

A simple happy world,
Of cozy Sunday lunch.
A game of carrom in the eve
Or music with which we danced

Life has changed a lot
For the better, thats what people say
All i know is that,
I do miss those golden days!
Gilli danda: a little game played by children in the towns and villages of India
RiBa Nov 2017
The virginal moon shines
Amidst the diaphanous clouds
Like an ageless nymph
She hides from her lover

The gentle waves ripple endlessly
A hypnotic song they sing
Myriad shadows in her *****
And the Ganga flows on her way

On his tiny boat
A little lantern burns the night
The lonely boatman
Sings in the lonely night

A song of pain and longing
Of a child pining for his lost mother
And the Gentle Ganga
She cries!
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