the clouds shake out their
sheets, muse like a poem,

tremble in the hollows
of the dark. the rain

cries on the roof-tops,
cool as a moon beam,

beautiful in its heavy
dew, while the sky wears

its eyeliner like an egyptian
queen, its hieroglyphs a lost
world.

Through Nineva's ever rollin' hills
Over meadows of verdant green
Well watered by eternal nectar rills
There we must away with eyes keen.

Yonder woods shadowy and wide,
Motionless since days began,
As swift as falls rain there we ride
And seek our stolen gold while we can.

Though mighty stars, moon and sun,
Upon heaven's ever stonking bay
Might all cease to shine and burn,
There we must away ere break of day.

Yonder vale, yonder hills, yonder briars,
Yonder chasms dim and deep we ride,
Past thorny thickets, through beast's liars,
There our chariots ride as swift as a tide,

With our swords sharp as the sun's rays
To seek our gold from enchanted hoards
Where creatures lament sweet olden days
Long before cloven with magical swords

By dwarf lords in eternal halls of stone
That upon 'em casted mighty spells
Sharper than sunbeams that ever shone,
There we must away ere our bell knells.

Through Nineva's ever rollin' hills
Past meadows of verdant green
Well watered by eternal nectar rills,
There we must away with eyes keen.

Yonder woods shadowy and wide,
Motionless since days began,
As swift as falls rain there we ride
And seek our stolen gold while we can.

Beneath many a galloping stream
That forevermore never find the sea,
For there things ain't what they seem
By day or by night unto the naked eye.

There we must ride past  mountains high
Twixt darkling woods cold and old,
As swift as a wind beneath the night sky
And seek our long stolen harps of gold

Despite there all woods have eyes
For the dwarf Lord upon his throne
That evemore beams than starry skies
There we ride and seek our golden crown

In a realm where fairly shone forever
In days long dead and burried in time,
But though sun, moon & stars shine never
There we must away from clime to clime

Through Nineva's ever rollin' hills
Past meadows of verdant green
Well watered by eternal nectar rills,
There we must away with eyes keen.

Yonder woods shadowy and wide,
Motionless since days began,
As swift as falls rain there we ride
And seek our stolen gold while we can.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, U.SA. 07/30th/2019.

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have expressed
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And, for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing.
    For we, which now behold these present days,
    Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

love poem
"where love is a wave that splashes on the sand"

when a heart
loves
the stars surrender
to the heavens,
the moon catches her breath
and the avenues
of silence become
voice. i follow the
path to my love,
i die for him,
i live for him,
like a spartan
in the heat of battle,
like a flower in the
mist.

Edward Lear
Quaffed beer after beer,
When they said, Lear you're gettin' queer,
He replied, "how pleasant to hear."

William Shakespeare
Always held a golden spear
When kids said thou can't hunt,old sage,
He did by locking them in a cage.

Robert Frost
In a wood once got lost
When lads asked what led him to stray
He replied, with age no brains can stay.

Sir Walt Whitman
Hid his Captain's mead can
When the Captain learnt all about this,
He threw all oars and sails into the sea.

Edgar Alan Poe
Once climbed a paw paw
To reach one for his love-dove, Lenore,
A raven snatched it croakin', "nevemore."

William Blake
Stood musing at the lake
But all water creatures came to the strand
And said, "bard this ain't dreamland."

Lewis Carroll
Penned a Christmas carroll,
Unto little birds by the echoing green
That mocked him: "Perhaps to the queen."

Sylvia Plath
Ambled by a woodland path
Crying should have loved a thunderbird,
But one squeaked, "it'd be more bad."

William Cowper
Once bore a wire of copper
But one day rats away ran with it
Thus since yon day rats he decided to eat.

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
Once was asked by kids so keen
What inspired his mysterious tales of old
And in a mellow voice replied, old is gold.

Rudyard Kipling
Once was asked by a king:
"What brings about thy wisdom,"
Quoth he, "such are fruits of boredom."

William Wordsworth
Once cast eyes upon the earth
By a hill when came he across daffodils
That prompted him to dwell by the hills.

Edmund Spencer
Was a pure miser
But one thing he loved most, a wreath
Of roses, that costed him all his wealth.

Emily Dickinson
Had a sick son
Who always told her, "You aint a Poetess,"
She retaliated by ever buyin' him dresses.

John Donne
Had no gifts like a phone
To win a lass's heart but only a bonnet
And many a pleasantly weaved sonnet.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Once strolling by the sea
Was asked to pen a poem by Ozymandias,
But upon failing, He ate his pancreas.

John Keats
Claimed to know secrets
Of mermaids in the mermaid tervern,
When they said nay, he hid in a cavern.

Lord Byron
Walked in a gown of nylon
Singing she walks in beauty like the night,
But replied a voice, "if only by daylight."