Like as heaven's golden eye
In all her timeless grandeur
Doth emanate to paint the sky
In polychromatic hues all o'er
At the break of dawn, so raced I
 Briskly through woods of failure,
     Yonder the mighty hill of success
      That shimmered in the distance.

The closer I drew, the further the hill,
But despite the task seemed sisyphean,
Winds of hope came driving me still
Right through thorny thickets of men
That unto me said I'll never get uphill,
But though girthed with such ill omen,
     I bore it in mind, at the end of day,
     Even the sun fades into heaven's bay.

They tried to pull me down,
But, "giving up" ain't my name;
When at last I wore a golden crown,
They tumbled into a sea of shame
And there deep they didst drown
Till so soddened every part of them:
     "For now every body knows my story,
     I rest not till I behold clouds of glory."


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California, 8/4th/2019.

           #Words Of Wisdom

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.