Kikodinho Edward Alexandros

Feb 2018

Edgar Allan Poe

Hymn

At morn—at noon—at twilight dim—
Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and wo—in good and ill—
Mother of God, be with me still!
When the Hours flew brightly by,
And not a cloud obscured the sky,
My soul, lest it should truant be,
Thy grace did guide to thine and thee
Now, when storms of Fate o’ercast
Darkly my Present and my Past,
Let my future radiant shine
With sweet hopes of thee and thine!

Feb 2018

Walter W Hoelbling

poetry in the time of refugees (reposted apropos the recent deadly bombardments of civilians in Syria - nothing has changed, so you get the same poem!!)

how do I write about the beauty of the world
when barefoot people pass before my window
in search of shelter

how do I share my pleasure of the birds' sweet song at dawn
when I see faces etched with panic
from deafening blasts of bombs

how to rejoice in love and friendship
when meeting people who could barely save their lives
after burying their loved ones

how can I write with passion of the kindness of the human heart
when I see thousands fleeing from the ruins of their homes
only to face police   walls   barbed wire

true words are hard to find
as said a poet of an older war

    when it is a lie to speak
    a lie to keep silent

not easy

The poet from which my last two lines come: John Balaban, Vietnam veteran:
“A poet had better keep his mouth shut,” he writes in “Saying Good-by to Mr. and Mrs. My, Saigon, 1972”:
unless he’s found words to comfort and teach.
Today, comfort and teaching themselves deceive
and it takes cruelty to make any friends
when it is a lie to speak, a lie to keep silent.

#poetry #beauty #destruction #misery #refugees #syrian #war #bombardments

Feb 2018

Valsa George

Bu(e)tter-fly

Your innocent eyes lightly closed
Your tender limbs partly stilled
In swaddling linen’s comfort wrapped
You sleep within your mother’s girdling arms.

Away from all care you drowse
Away from the snares and sorrows of the world
With Heaven smiling from the heights
And swarm of angels keeping guard round

Fresh as the freshest vernal green
Lovely as the loveliest summer bloom
Soft as the softest silky fleece
You rest, a priceless gift wrapped in grace

Blissful is your sleep
Envious is your state
But weep not, when you wake
Bursting this cocoon to the chill and heat

For on your sides, colorful wings will sprout
With iridescent shades, curves and spots
To carry you over frost and snow
And to feast on the dew served in floral cups!

Dear friends, taking a short break from HP. Thank you for all your support ! I shall read your poems when I come back !

Feb 2018

Cné

Now

What's gone has made me what I am
So I shall not fear what's ahead
But put trust in what will be, will be
And choose to live instead

I refuse to live in the now, worrying
What may or may not be
But take this moment in time
And live it totally

There's no time like the present
To breathe deep and feel alive
Living in the here and now
In each moment as I rise and thrive

Now is all there ever is
It's the only time that's real
So as the future takes its course
I’ll leave the past to heal

#awakening #hereandnow #living

Kikodinho Edward Alexandros Feb 2018

ODE TO MY LOVE

I wish you were the night
And I were the day,
To ever dim my light
And fade into timeless beauty.

Yet,

I wish you were the day
And I were the night
To ever roll down and stray
Into the warmth of thy light.

©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
Jumeirah, Dubai. 21st.Feb.2018.

#To she who shall never read it.

Kikodinho Edward Alexandros Feb 2018

QUOTE 004

He who sows seeds of hate
Shalt reap fruits of Hell's eternal fate.

But, he who sows seeds of love
Shalt reap fruits of heaven's joy above.

©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Jumeirah, Dubai. 20th.Feb.2018.

*Now a question doth spiral thy way: what kind of seeds are ye sowing?