Kikodinho Edward Alexandros

Dec 2018

James Floss

CHOOSE

Life is unbelievably beautiful
And remarkably breakable

A rush of joy derailed by
Some news inducing grief

Life seems bipolar because it is;
Crushes of fate between triumphs

What wets our eyes can
Sometimes beget laughter

Choose the latter
You‘ll feel better

Kikodinho Edward Alexandros Dec 2018

ETERNITY PAUSED

Not so many moons ago dwelt a swain
Whom beyond doubt bore the fairest maiden
And they loved with a love that no other creature
Ever did or shall ever bear the same love-mixture.

Dreaming dreams of forevermore together,
But as all men know, love, as light as a feather,
As fickle as unfathomable weather,
From his maiden's heart did fell and wither.

Higgledy-piggledy, the winds of conundrums
Drove him unto mighty shores of doldrums
Where waves of regrets buffeted his pale face
Whilst he sank neath sorrow-sands deep as space.

Oh, now didst blissful memories of the past
Of golden honeyed moments that couldn't last
Upon his soul's skin hung like ebony plumes
As those found by shadowy sorcerer's rooms.

Eternity paused, for neither moon nor star
In shimmering garments were beheld afar.
Nostalgic winds sang him a dissonant melody
Whilst tides of despair swished by and by.

©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA.
4th/Dec/2018.

#Lament #Nostalgia #Melancholy #Love #Swain #Maiden

Dec 2018

Sophia

There is a land

There is a land top-filled with woe,
And poorish sorrows that go unseen,
Where candle flames toss o’er the hearth.
And maidens' gentle ******* are torn

By their menfolk’s leave for noble wars.
Threads of grass spangled o’er with dew
Are trodden down by silken slippers,
Bitwixt the dusk and coming morn,
A princess weeps, her heart grief-stricken.

And in the pale and rising dawn,
A flame rolls over the orchard hills,
And blossom falls in bloodied paths
Of Wallach men marching Dragul trails.

As the maidens brush their gentle hair,
The window slits are lit aglow,
And brave menfolk return at last!
The bloodied wars have ended fast,
And Szelyk troops were struck aghast,
Hence no sorrow shall be rooted there.

Landed true their dying blows,
For thought of gentle women near,
The phoenix men felt no wordly fear.
And poorish sorrows go now to grave
Where kisses fall on those not saved.

There is a land now decked with cheer.

Kikodinho Edward Alexandros Nov 2018

Rose (Acrostic)

"R adiance of a mullbery moon,
O palescent splendiferous hues
S tars sprinkle on high upon
E arth's eternally dewy roof."

©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA.
29th/Nov/2018.

#musing at the rose flower.

Honestly, though none a gift of roses hath ever gifted me...Loll, the flower I've always adored since childhood, now I'm a young man, still I do and so shall it be when fickle time shalt wrap me in layers of life...Loll

Nov 2018

Paul Hansford

Reflection *

Still waters, deep,
surface like glass reflecting green above;
and below are trees, sky,
shadows, leaves, sunlight,
moving and motionless.
Here silent images shimmer now,
and - air breathing suddenly - break.
Unbidden feelings confuse
reality and fantasy.
Which is which?
Fantasy and reality confuse;
feelings unbidden break, suddenly breathing air;
and now shimmer images,
silent here, motionless
and moving....
(sunlight leaves shadows).
Sky, trees are
below - and above -
green, reflecting, glass-like surface.
Deep waters, still.

This is a reflection in three senses - (1) it is about a reflection in a lake; (2) it is a reflection, or musing, on the scene; (3) it reads the same backwards as forwards.
I have seen many verses claiming to be palindromic, but very rarely one that fully obeys the definition. This one is the only one I have achieved. I have never written another one, and would be surprised if I did!
A Voice recording masquerading as a video is available at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXrSZpBg2WI&feature;=youtu.be

Nov 2018

Valsa George

Inaudible Whispers

When in dark despair drowned
I was thinking, joy was nowhere around
A gentle breeze from the upland peaks
Came and patted on my cheeks

Softly whispering- ‘joy is here’

When the last ray of hope had been snuffed out
From the vapid plane of my arid heart,
A cluster of orchids, beautiful and gay
Smilingly nodding their heads on my way

Sweetly murmured- ‘joy is here

When I feared the earth was caving in
Under my feet with no chance to win
A butterfly with rainbow colors
Alighting on a bunch of flowers

Euphoniously hummed- ‘joy is here’

When all my yearnings got shattered
And sustenance alone was what mattered
The blazing sun from behind the hills
Wiping away all morbid chills

Affirmed beaming-‘joy is here

When I thought I was drifting afloat
Without any moorings on my boat
A crystal drop precariously balancing
On the serrated edge of a leaf dancing

Confidently chimed-‘joy is here’

When darkness settles on the scene
When life loses all tinge of green
When days seem inert and grey
Don’t be in a hurry to say

“Joy is nowhere around”

Before you jump to conclusions dismal
And write off life as abysmal
Wait to see the cycle of seasons change
From winter’s haze to spring’s lovesome range!

Nov 2018

Melissa S

Twilight at Sea

We are mesmerized as the purple twilight darkens the day to night
So serene as the sun radiates its last beams of light

The holes in my heart that once reminded me of the sandy shore
Have now been washed away by your love forevermore

Lay down with me on the colorful coral beds all aglow
Lets hide out from the world in the soundless surface below

Alluring tongue brings forth this lustrous pearl of mine
The sea calls out but has no hold in my lapse of time

You drink in the cool dark depths of me
And then you permeate in your very own sodden sea