Not far from here there’s a novelty eye
   All bedight with exquisite lashes of gold—
That smiles at all mortals and all that didst die:

Sometimes she’s jolly, sometimes she doth cry—
   At peep of dawn till dusk with tears of gold
That smiles at all mortals and all that didst die.”

So sang a wandering wind through the rye.
   There’s an eye like of a tiger so bold—
Not far from here there’s a novelty eye;

All animals have seen, all birds of sky—
   Whose shine like a rose in bloom doth unfold;
That smiles at all mortals and all that didst die.

Some say, far from fairyland she doth ply”—
   Sang the fish in lonely seas deep and cold.
“Not far from here there’s a novelty eye,

A wandering dove went cooing by and by:
  Though her strange beauty is yet to be told—
Not far from here there’s a novelty eye—
  That smiles at all mortals and all that didst die.

Hey you little sister,
  I hope your day's fun
And all of moonshine glitter,
  Yet thrice brighter than the sun.

Hey you little sister,
  Now that you're a year older,
Be brave than a rising twister,
  Strong to break like a boulder.

Hey you little sister,
  When days ever get rough
And you can't even smile at a jester,
  I hope this poem makes you laugh.

Hey you little sister,
  Wishing thee more salubrious days,
Brimming with pulchritude like the aster
  Kissed by the noontide sun's rays.

Hey you little sister,
  Should you ever feel low and dismal,
Sit thee down upon thy keister
  And just give me a phone call.

Hey you little sister,
  My wish for thee is like the sunshine;
Warm, cheery, and full of glitter;
  And like a starry night, soothing & fine.

Hey you little sister,
  No matter how the years go by
We'll always be one like stars in a cluster,
  No matter how many birthdays fly.

Hey you little sister,
  May God follow you always,
May the path always be clear
  As you live to celebrate more birthdays.

       ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.

Monroe, Monroe, Monroe—
Frisky horses in the glade—
Variegated flowers there grow
In pulchritude never to vade.

Monroe, Monroe, Monroe—
Beauteous soaring olden trees
Whose leaves wherever you go
Whisper Monroe in the breeze.

Monroe, Monroe, Monroe—
Chirping birds in the vales
That sing merry notes not sorrow
Whilst reeling off olden tales.

Monroe, Monroe, Monroe—
Opalescent clouds there waltz
In splendiferous coats all aglow
In hues of mulberry and topaz.

Monroe, Monroe, Monroe—
Whisperin’ enchanted glassy rills
Without care like the hunter’s arrow
Peregrinate beneath rolling hills.

Monroe, Monroe, Monroe—
Many a sequestered strange bush
Whose hinds in fresh numbers as roe
Gallivant to churring of many a Thrush.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
May/14th/2021. Evergreen State.

Eons ago in many a vanished day,
There once stood a Hut by The Grey Hill
Twixt trees by no wind stirred didst sway.
Her floor of silvery shine like a sun-kissed rill—

Of all bird's feathers was her roof,
Her door of burnished gold hewn,
Of chalcedony her walls. Beneath her roof
A vase of all hues of a mulberry moon.

And In that Hut dwelt an aged aged man
Whose strange and novelty curly beard
Kissed the ground, and as white as a swan.
No string of hair beheld upon his head.

His fiery eyes were as steady as forever,
His voice akin to a roaring thunder's tapestry,
He who was the last of dwarves of Nineva,
That now wherever they dwell is but a mystery.

One perfectly glorious noontide, so they say;
He took to hidden paths of an enchanted moor,
And as a wind surreptitiously vanished away
To be beheld by mortals nevermore—nevermore.

So vanished that novelty Hut of The Grey Hill,
And now, peregrinators who peregrinate in that land
Hear mellifluous music like whispers of a rill,
And at eventide behold a vase in a colorful band

With no strings attached—but pendulous in air
Like as a motionless cloud hanging upon the sky
Whilst gazing about mountains in robes so fair,
So it hangs in opalescent hues unto any naked eye.

Alas! Though extramundane the vase—none canst remove,
For when thou dare gravitate, sweet music no more,
But discordant melodies like as a hateful wave
Beating against a galleon, & thou art spirited evermore.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
Tacoma, Evergreen State, 03/02/21.

Even the brightest day
Vades into the ebony veil—night.
Even the straightest way,
At length, a bend doth await.

Though mighty is the sun,
At dusk, into the sky doth sink.
Though pure be the fun,
Canst vade in a single wink.

Look how the sea wave
Races unto the shore with delight,
As though she'll rove, and rove,
But unto the sea returnest with fright.

Even the fastest stream,
At length, vades into the sea.
Though how sweet be the dream
At length, thou dost awake.

Look how drops of rain
Plummet from yonder sky,
But the earth's crust, her drain,
No matter how heavens dost cry.  

Though pleasant be the life
As sweet as heaven's nectar,
Though a life be marred with strife,
At length, all could be vice versa.

By eternal law of nature
In books of life, whether good or bad,
Naught lasts forever, even the future
Come morrow—it’s just remembered.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
Evergreen State, 29th/Dec/2020.

In a shadowy sky of lies—
Be a star whose light of truth never dies.

In a shoreless sea of despair—
Be a wave of hope beyond compare.

In a galaxy of perpetual sorrow—
Be a planet of joy that doth glow.

In a bottomless vale of negativity—
Be a whisperin’ stream of positivity.

In a darkling wood of unfairness—
Be a soaring tree of fairness.

In a desert of desperation—
Be an oasis of inspiration.

In a drove of utter unkindness—
Be a reflection of utter kindness.

©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros👌
17th/Sept/2020, Evergreen State♥️

The winds are howling,
  The rains are softly falling,
The skies are cloudy,
  The clouds are hoary,
Lofty trees exuberantly frisky,
  And I in this weather must bask
Like a romping glade unicorn,
  And dost grab some popcorn.

Beauteous clouds hang upon the sinking deep,
    Ineffably in coats with no stain upon ‘em seen.
Susurrus zephyrs evermore chime and sweep,
  Through leaves bedight in hues of golden green.

Susurrus leaves rhythmically sway and sway
     To the susurration of the wild blue yonder.
Fugacious clouds enrich every fading day
     In opalescent hues upon heaven’s shore.

Salubrious flowers waft ethereal scent upon air,
  A scent of Elysium on earth, a scent of loveliness.
Lugubrious seas call it a soothing balm so fair,
  And softly whisper comely olden tales of the seas.

Splendiferous olden golden hills roll evermore,
  Wanderin’ olden rills peregrinate here and there,
Whilst whisperin’ euphonious murmurs of yore;
  Such—such mellifluous music unto a naked ear.

In the emerald state, upon every river bank
   There groweth exquisite merry flowers of gold,
All flowers of novelty beauty—all wild and rank.
  In the emerald state—pulchritude is all to behold.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Evergreen State, August 16th 2020.

Hark! Hark! Kenny Rogers,
A lark at heaven’s gate sings
Sail away like galloping rivers
And spread thy gentle wings

To wing from the ****** earth
Unto a realm of opalescent skies
In the mighty land of worth
Where seraphs croon lullabies

Mellifluously day and night,
Where flowers dost shine
Ineffably long and bright
All bedight in colors devine.

In lands of novelty sea shores,
Lands of many a whispering river
That dost serpentine forevermore
With heaven’s sweetest nectar.

In lands of halcyon glassy seas,
Seas as calm as a millpond
With banks of multicolored trees
Yet all veiled with many a diamond.

Lands enveloped by lustrous stars,
Stars painting words of desire
And heaven’s ineffable wonders
Upon chatoyant skies on fire.

Lands where love is woven by
A tapestry of truth not lies,
Lands where love isn't bought by
Sapphires, emeralds nor rubies.

Lands where avenues are all
Paved with green and gold
Come winter, spring, summer & fall,
Such pulchritude is all to behold.

In lands where the only air
There is to inhale is purest love,
In a kingdom all but so fair
Beside the king of heaven above.


Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Tacoma, Washington. 3/21/20.

Thou, thou, poor sheep of the Lord,
Now that thou art as still as a stone,
And unto none thou canst not say a word,
Unto friends of thine all but forlorn

As wilted marigold upon a sullen grave,
With eyes melting with saddest tears
Galloping down like as a lonely wave
Doth peregrinate from shores to shores,

May thee know wherever thee wander,
Thy ineffably mellifluous melodies
Unto our ears shalt always be a wonder,
Pleasantly mellifluous as of dawn songbirds

Till by celestial shores we'll meet again,
And there we'll shed a tear nevermore;
For there's no sorrow nor any kind of pain
But rivers of mirth for all to drink forevermore.


Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
Tacoma, Washington. 3/21/20.

Ahem, the night’s so long,
But hey, can’t be so wrong
To sing quite a silly song:

If you look at such a thing
With thine eyes round as a ring,
Ain’t the very silliest king.

Now I know you wonder
A king I am, but if you ponder
Enough like Homer’s Pandar,

You’ll know I’m the King of rhyme
And King of meter time after time.
This you’ll learn from clime to clime

Though the night’s pretty long,
But hey, you ain’t so wrong
To listen to such a silly song

Despite quite a funny thing
In mine eyes round as a ring,
That you’ve heed unto this king

All this while, my good friend!
Makes thee quite dumb in the end.
I say, close thine eyes and go to bed.


Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Tacoma, Washington. 03/19/2020.

If thou dost know thou art as silly as I am not to sleep in the dead of night but busy weaving word after word, thought after thought, that’s for thee Lol.

Though ebony waves might roar from the deep
And racing winds howl athwart a darkened sky,
Though gloomy clouds might scud and weep,
My lurve for thee, precious mom; shalt never die.

Though thunder might crash with bitterest ire
And doth blot the entire stupendous yonder sky
With strangest ire, more fierce than Hell’s fire,
My lurve for thee, precious mom; shalt never die.

For though I know the ocean is deep and wide
And infinite seemeth a sinking sky without a bend,
Hark thee, effulgent star! Enslaved in the universe
Are all the above, but my lurve for thee hath no end.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Tacoma, Washington 03/14/20.

Eons ago, in the far countryside,
Twixt a sequestered strange bush
Where early boughs grow wide
And rank, there dwelt a Thrush.

Not far off on yonder dwelt a dove
Whose feathers were as white as snow,
With eyes chatoyant than stars above,
And her nest of feathers of fairest glow.

One colorful morning, in a soft hum the dove
Cooed, “Dear Thrush, how sweet thy voice,
Nighly akin unto those of seraphim above,
Charming than of mermaids of a fairy sea!”

“Dear dove, how fair the hue of thy wings,”
Softly replied the Thrush. “Thrice more fair
Than multicolored maidens of golden rings
That fairly beam through the midnight air!”

And, on yon day in yon sequestered kingdom,
They made nuptial vows to walk down the aisle.
A new nest of thatches of gold was their home,
And there dost dwell evermore with a radiant smile.

© Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California. 02/20/2020.

Rolling hills, eye popping mountains,
Kissing the stonking ***** of heaven
With fairly capped eternal fountains
Of chalcedony and emerald sheen.

Clouds of opalescent birds in flight
Ineffably croon mellifluous lullabies
In their coats thrice fairer than twilight
Till emerald stars bedight yonder skies.

Silvery galloping rivers gush in ecstasy
On whose foam sitteth many a nymph
Whose starry beaming eyes are as sassy
As of knights upon their maiden triumph.

Gems, like dew upon grass of meadow,
Fairly evermore bedight each strand
In beauty like a kaleidoscopic rainbow
Doth hang in air with a colorful band.

Heaving tides, and many a glassy wave,
Evermore ebb unto the pebbly shore,
But making not a sound like as a grave
Or a peregrinator twixt an enchanted moor.

Soaring towers, paved with fair flowers
Redolent of a novelty loveliest scent,
That doth resemble nothing of ours
But of seraphic breath by heaven's gate.

In Fairyland, their roads of silver hewn,
And there falls rain of crystals of gold
Once in a blue moon, in noontide of june,
All kept in enchanted hoards of old

Beneath dungeons deep as yonder skies,
As dark as the darkest moonless night
By tripple headed creatures of three eyes
That evermore beam than the sun's light.

Their eyes fixed upon them day and night,
So wills their king, of him denizens sing:
O mighty king of lands beneath perpetual light,
Evermore shall we guard thy gems, they sing.

And this, our land, of strands of emerald sheen
Where naught doth ever age as the sun’s rays,
No mortal shall ever stroll by and leave unseen
For our eyes shall wink never till the end of days.


Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California. 01/18/20.

One sage to outshine them all, one sage to win them all,

One sage to expose them all and unto light bring them all,

Expose all their evil deeds beneath the sky

Against the indignant poor race of men

That some now beneath sullen tombs dost cry

For these evil men care not for even a mere wren

In the land of America where the shadows lie

One sage to outshine them all, one sage to win them all,

One sage to expose them all and unto light bring them all,

In the land of America where the shadows lie.


Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California. 01/17/20.

Upon dissipated streams of time,
In middle earth, in a fairy clime,
There once dwelt an aged man
Who’s tales were impeccably fun
Unto folks who lent him their ear
Whilst they sat entranced to hear
Him reeling off novelty folklore
Of goblins and dwarves of yore.
Of him legends go on and say
His tales glittered like a sun’s ray
Or silvery drops of dawn dew
Upon meadows of an emerald hue
Or the luster of the most effulgent star
That evermore beams forth from afar
Upon heaven’s timelessly stonking bay
In the most splendidly ineffable way.
Hearken ye ladies and gentlemen,
This’s no other than, J.R.R Tolkien.


© Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California. 12/09/19.

Effulgence of the brightest star
That evermore beams from afar.

Resplendency of the dawn dew
Beaming forth with a silvery hue.

Opalescence of a neon rainbow,
Or the luster of winter snow.

Glitter of a moon-kissed sea
Murmuring with sheer glee.

Hues of a polychromatic sunset
Upon heaven's stonking gate.

Glow of buds of a rose-gold sheen,
Or snowy lilies by meadows green.

The sparkle of a sun-kissed stream
Whispering along like a sweet dream.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California. 11/05/19.

Thou, thou violent fires,
Though thou might rage
With all Hellish desires,
No more in a peculiar cage

Of fear, thou shalt shroud us.
At length, thou shalt calm,
And like as the tides of the sea,
Return whence thou dost come.

Thou, thou violent fire,
Though more fierce thy anger
Than the Dragon's ire,
Thou shalt lose thy power

But hark! Into the balmy air,
Rage nevermore to drag men
Into shadowy vales of despair
Like as the hungriest lion in a den.

For though thou might rage
With all Hellish eternal hate,
Nevermore to shroud us in a cage
Of fear, for death too is thy fate.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California. 10/28/19.

Someone tell me the colours of love,
For I no longer got the slightest clue,
Is it white as the very whitest dove?
Is it blue as skies dressed in blue?

Someone tell me the colours of love,
For I no longer know how it looks like,
Is it colorless as the rain from above?
Or like the glitter of a moon-kissed lake?

Someone tell me the taste of love,
Is it sweet as the taste of ancient mead?
Is it like nectar dreamt of Elysium above?
Does it intoxicate as Jamaican ****?

Someone tell me the fragrance of love,
Is it like the perfume of the wildest rose?
Is it like a blooming lavender in a grove?
Or is it like jasmines in a sweet repose?

   Someone tell me ere as quick as a hind,
   I dost wander with a wandering wind.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California. 10/27/2019.

(I)
Two kings dwell in a kingdom:
One weareth a golden crown,
And the other a shadowy crown,
But alternately rule the kingdom."

(II)
"Her legs, thou canst not see,
For deep in darkness they hide.
Her hair, she canst not hide,
For in light aspire for all to see."

(III)
Upon a shoreless sea dwells a wizard,
Whilst awake weareth a golden gown,
Upon slumbering an invisible gown,
Yet all creatures have seen that wizard.

©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California. 10/27/2019.

Come let's flap our wings and tails,
Entwined, we'll raise our love-sails.
Sail away to a rose scented clime,
Yonder beyond restrictions of time.

Come let's sail where we'll never asunder,
But always in great fields of wonder,
Wondering the true magic of love,
Like a proud eagle aloft in skies above.

O come, you'll be my Queen, and I thy King;
To you, sweet melodies I'll always sing,
All day long through the ebony night,
Till in the wake of the golden dawn light.

Oh heaven’s most effulgent queen,
Rise and cast thy beams upon the green.

All flowers spring from the bud,
And waves from bellows of the ocean,
Thunder springs from the cloud,
And ataraxy from a zephyr's motion.

Day springs from the ebony night,
And night from fading beams of day,
From fire springs flames of light,
And many a time crockery from clay.

The mountains spring from the earth,
And from pleasant bowers a haven,
Fountains of love unto joy give birth,
And stars from the shores of heaven.

All vapor springs from the water,
And rain from the far melting skies,
From the sun springs a golden glitter,
And pulchritude from my lover's eyes.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California. 9/5th/2019.

By celestial shores is there burnished gold
More fair than I see in my lover's eyes,
Or seraphs whose pulchritude to behold
Nears my queen's opalescence of the skies?
For though I know days will fade into night,
And nights will evermore melt into day,
But my love, like as hues of the sun's light
That ever glows the same, so shall it stay
With constance like as tides of gushing time
That neither man nor birds of skies above
Can dare grasp, but watch 'em roll clime to clime.
So, as far as lives time, so shalt my love,

   For like as water doth abound the sea,
   So doth her love upon a heart of mine.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California. 9/1st/2019.

All that glitters is not gold,
All sailors this understand best;
Halcyon seas many a secret hold
In their ***** wide as east to west.

The brightest cloud of the sky
Culminates not into rain shower,
But the gloomy unto the human eye,
Her tears dost kiss the garden flower.

The bat flies through the ebony night
Though day is pleasant to behold,
She doth choose never to take flight
For all that glitters is not gold.

© Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, Aug 19th 2019.

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

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.

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."

Not far from thine eyes there’s a garden
And in that garden rolls a strange river,
A river though older than ancient Eden
Hath lost her silvery luster never.

In merry flowers of spring she rolls through,
Meandering past sweltering fields of summer,
Down through verdant meadows of autumn,
Till bids adieu strange barren plains of winter,

Serpentining through flowers of spring again.
And this proudly rolling river akin to any river
Thou canst not touch her same waters again
For swifter than a comet she gallops forever.

This, men of now and of yore have known,
All animals of the woods, all birds of the vale,
The poor and those who wear a golden crown,
For fickleness of this river they know well.

Hark! If thou hast noticed not this river,
A river that meanders from clime to clime
Evermore, thy mind's eye remains blind forever,
For this's the strange river by name, Time.



©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California, USA. 03/28th/2019.

[K  I  K  O  D  I  N  H  O]

"King he was with a novelty vase,
In it effulgent sonnets fairly shone,
Kaleidoscopic ballads and prose,
Opalescent but all unto his lass alone.
Days into nights didst vade, and nights
Into days, and days again to nights,
Never didst the fair queen of beauty
Have a sight upon this vase that though
Opulent, resplendent, remains a mystery."

I dreamt a man descending from a cloud
Amidst birds in a lengthening crowd
Singing hallelujah Christmas is here
In merry notes did rejoice and cheer

Singing hallelujah Christmas is here
Amongst sparrows and many a pigeon
Leading the choir from region after region
Singing hallelujah Christmas is here
In merry notes heralding so fresh a new year

Singing hallelujah Christmas is here
There were robins and many a skylark,
Alighted upon so gentle a wind's back
Singing hallelujah Christmas is here
In merry notes gallivantin' here and there.

Singing hallelujah Christmas is here
Lets fly above the highest mountains
To go quaff nectar from silver fountains
Singing hallelujah Christmas is here
In merry notes were heard by the far and near.

Singing hallelujah Christmas is here
So sung the nightingale and cuckoo too
Till from gazin' sight vanished in clouds of blue
Singing hallelujah Christmas is here
Let the world rejoice and sing hallelujah


© Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA.
DEC/22/2018

"King he was to the realm of Nineva
In great halls that fairly shone forever.
Kaleidoscopic were hues of his blade,
Of burnished gold was it fairly made.
Diamonds, sapphires, pearls, and rubies
In fresh numbers were seen in his vase.
Ninety nine archers guarded the palace,
His horsemen swifter than comets of space,
Over wood, yonder hill, yonder vale, they'd race.

Eternally limpid yet ineffable was his lass's
Diamond-like eyes as dewdrops upon grass.
Winds of hate this beauty beheld and said nay
A beauty reflection as that in my wings must lay.
Roses, lavenders, lilacs, gardenias of the spring,
Daffodils of rolling hills unto her I'll bring.

A star-like diadem I'll press upon her gaily hair
Light buttons of pearl shalt bedight her dress so fair
Eternally mine shalt she be like as waves to sea or
Xylograph upon wood shalt be her soul to my soul.
And 'tis for this reason that all creatures know
Nineva's king since yon day turned cold as snow.
Diamond-like, so hardened his soul that now
Roves in a labyrinth of restless nostalgic winds
Outgribing here and there like wingless birds
Stuck in branches of night or shells neath the sands."


© Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA.
15th/DEC/2018

One day when closed shall be my book of life,
When I am hushed to eternal slumber
To rise and away soar to climes where strife
Of love hath no space to ever whisper,
In lands where tides of thy sweet memories
Might ebb no more unto shores of my heart
That culminated into smithereens
Since yon dead summer's day we fell apart
And thou, fair queen of stars, didst dim thy light
That ever shone upon shores of my mind
And enslaved me in dungeons dark as night
To sight no other star but ever blind!

    Oh hark! Like a wildly rolling river
    So shalt my love gush thy way forever.

Now that thy birthday is here
Can't wait whispering into thine ear
Sweet wishes for thee to clearly hear
Thou art the one I truly dost revere.

Smile radiantly like the evening star
That evermore smiles from afar
With a splendiferous novelty luster
Upon Heaven's ever gorgeous shore.

Dance lively like wild lonely trees
Beautifully swaying in a gentle breeze.
May joy rush thy way like a sea wave
Or like as wild roving clouds above.

Let from Heaven's stairs peace
Climb down, and flood upon thee
Every fleeting day, every fading night,
So thou mayst dwell in timeless delight.


© Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Los Angeles, California, USA.
12th/DEC/2018.

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.

"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.

From flowers so fair picked I the most fair.
Hues of her boughs, a rainbow put to shame;
Her scent, all roses, jasmines draw not near,
Her luster, like shore lamps of heaven the same.
Now that I bore the fairest of all flowers,
Like rays of sunshine parting yonder clouds
So didst I get enriched with bliss showers,
But unto her came many a bird in crowds
With covetous eyes coveting her shine
They were doves, ravens, among so many more.
Though I know not which stole a gem of mine,
Thou bird, flint-hearted thief of my flower,

      Hast thou no pity a flower now thine
      Upon my soul left her perfume divine?

© Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Los Angeles, California, USA. 11/22/2018.

In woods of life a lion there so dwells,
A lion mortal men dost truly know,
All animals and birds of strangest dales,
For whiter than snow robes his heart doth glow.
His love not of here but of heaven's sphere,
For like as stars of yore and now sleeps last,
His cab's prey he must rummage here and there
Yet like as sun of yore and now wakes first:
His cabs in glee, the cynosure of all
Hence would as lief hunt through the darkest moor,
The entire shadowy un-trodden vale
To dress his cabs in joy-robes evermore.

   Hark! If this be no lion but rather
   An angel proud I am to call mother.


Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California.

11/20th/2018.
              
#Shakespearean sonnet

#Been penning this poem since yesteryear

I sit here in the corner of my mind
And watch our lustrous moments fled
Away galloping like a wild roving Hind
Unto places dark as hair upon my head.

I sit here in the corner of my mind
And watch our moments fled twirl back.
Though of gold they were, I can't rewind;
For them unto thou are now but all dark.

I sit here in the corner of my mind
And think of bewitching eyes of thine
That upon a loss of thee bore me blind
For no star see I matching thy shine

I'll sit here in the corner of my mind
And long for thee my love, my bright star,
That forevermore shines upon my mind
Wherever I go, wherever I wander.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California, USA,
11/11/2018.

Wandering past Thousand Oaks,
There mines eyes met many folks
And among them was an old man
Whose beard was as white as a Swan,
Whose voice, was as rough as of a Crow
Whose cinder-like eyes all exuded woe.

Hey old folk, hey old folk, hey old folk,
Unto him I called as he laid by the Oak.
Unto me of thy woe speak If thee can,
But softly replied he, "look, young man,
When in days to come old you grow
I pray of woe thee may never know.

For lest thou ever, the less you'll talk.
Not far off lies my child as still as a rock,
For a ******* came, shooting he began;
And my dear child away couldn't run
That now her coldness thrice as of snow
Hath immersed my poor soul in sorrow."

At this, no more could I talk nor walk,
But grew mute and motionless as a rock
When said he, "if we had not a single gun,
Perhaps dear life would truly be fun."
Then vanished he, leavin' me in sorrow
That thee, dear reader might never know.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California, USA.
09th/Nov/2018.

In Nineva, in melted days of yore,
In a very distant verdant realm
Of a shadowy enchanted Moor,
There rolled a nectar stream.

And whoever ever drunk from it
Whilst the sun rained her golden light,
Craved nevermore to drink nor eat
But perpetually dwelt in delight.

Once, upon her banks strolled a couple
Majestically holding each other's hand.
Golden robbed with plush ribbons purple,
All the way from a very far away land

Where dwelleth many a mandrill,
A realm of many a precious stone
And many a verdant rolling hill,
Though creatures there all but forlorn.

King and queen of Merindrill they were,
On a golden quest for perpetual youth
Akin to the luster of many a fiery star
Whose mystery none knows the truth.

Though the stream galloped in gladness,
Though meadow larks chirped in ecstasy,
A roving wind eerily rustled in sadness
As it danced about aspen leaves all sassy.

All birds of evil omen graced the heaven
Whilst darkling clouds blotted heavens' bed
But unto none did it seem a bad omen.
Dyadic ravens perched upon their head.

"Quaff, quaff, oh quaff not from the river,"
Unto the king quoth the first raven.
"In that river deep thou shalt dwell forever,"
Unto the queen quoth the second raven.

"Quaff, quaff, oh quaff not," they didst spoof
At the ravens whilst as quick as drops of rain
Plummeting from earths' eternal dewy roof,
In such haste, they quaffed again, and again.

And 'tis for that reason that all men know
From the ***** of that sweet rollin' river
Did the fanciful couple now as cold as snow
Ever leave, but there dost live forever.



©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California, USA.
06/Nov/2018.

And what poem might suit thou, love?
When at once I thought of a nonet,
A voice whispered from clouds above,
"Nay, better would be a sonnet."

In a while before thinking twice,
Another sharply pierced mine ear;
"Better would it be in free verse,
Lend no ear unto Shakespeare."

When I thought of one of a kind,
Another said, "better would be a ballad,
And if thou art not mentally blind,
It goes down well while takin' a salad."

Shortly after I'd employed this clue,
Another said, "better would be a limerick
Whilst taking some gin and rotten stew,
To win so fair a maiden that's the trick."

Nay, quoth another, obsolete are all rules,
To neither lend no ear nor Lear,
For he's the chief of the realm of fools,
A crown he holds for many a year.

"Screech no more like a wingless bird,"
Quoth another. "Thy queen's beauty
Is but peerless and thee, blind bard,
Thy quill canst not tell of her beauty?"

At this , I bethought of her raven hair,
Her ivory skin gaily than a silvern moon,
Her eyes that no luster of star doth near,
And I- I fully drowned in a sea of shame.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA.
          10/31/2018

There's a little Hut
Filled with faded memories,
A Hut but my heart.

Bring me thou my *** of poetry ink,
Oh bring me thou my quill of a pheasant
And in a sea of beauty I'll thus sink

In a helter-skelter than stars dost blink.
I’ll give up my rubies, pearls and bezant
And in a sea of beauty ill thus sink,

To deepest ends where no mortal can think
And pen my Lass poetry so pleasant.
Bring me thou my *** of poetry ink,

Fair violets, jasmines, and roses pink
So I may brew the finest philter scent
And in a sea of beauty ill thus sink.

Since all near not the perfume from her cheek
That no Eden’s flower bore till present,
Bring me thou my *** of poetry ink

Ere maidens upon the heavens dost wink.
Oh bring me thou my quill of a pheasant,
Bring me thou my *** of poetry ink
And in a sea of beauty I’ll thus sink.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA.
          10/24/2018

Thrown like ripples of a star
From a dreamer's somber shade,
I gazed about frisky birds afar
In coats of blue, gold and red,

And they sang: Sky maidens we,
That dost float on high forever
Atop vales, mountains and seas,
Forests, and many a lonely river,

Lets flap our gentle wings and wing
Yonder the land of lofty mountains,
Where dwelleth the mighty King
In halls bedight with silvern fountains

Beneath temples of burnished gold,
Where golden run nectar streams,
Where beauty by any bard yet to be told,
Where leaves dewed by fair sun beams;

In a realm where naught doth ever age,
Where song birds croon loveliest lullabies
In a realm where love is the language
Unto all that walketh – unto all that flies.

And from there we’ll fly nevermore
But mellifluously whisper a paean
To echo golden from shore to shore,
Beauteously through many an eon.

There castles fair as a moon of June
Despite denizens 'neath a pit of despair
Like a night lit not by stars or moon.
Sweet is the silent whispers of a zephyr
When falls dew at the peep of dawn
Upon meadow boughs of emerald fair.

When heaven's ever fair golden eye
Doth sprinkle her very last fiery ray
To pave way unto maidens of the sky
That evermore bedeck heaven's bay,
In woods strange lonely things dost cry
In lament of the sweet melted olden day

Now 'neath the vale of time: In fairyland,
Where days once colorful and bright,
Where novelty gems bedeck each strand,
Where lofty towers shine than star light,
There naught remains that doth stand
And there dawns never but endless night.


Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
      Los Angels, California.
             20th/09/2018

Farewell, farewell, farewell unto thee,

Hands of time; 'Tis time to run free.

Though Sun is burning bright to behold

Her sprinkling ripples of opalescent gold

Through trees bedight in robes of green,

Evoking wild lonely leaves to preen

To the sussuration of zephyr's whispers

Sweet as of nymphs beside rollin' rivers,

Nevermore in a pit of thoughts to hide

But far deep in Mandeville Canyons ride.


Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
      Los Angeles, California.
            Mon/09th/2018