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

There was a beauteous lass so quaint,
In a white dress adorned with mud paint.
But, once she ran out of mud
Paint, and thus became mad
When she thought never again to be quaint!


#Limerick**
©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
24th November 2016

For ages men's thoughts hast roved yonder skies,
Naming nameless planets and stars afar,
But not far from mine eyes nor from thine eyes,
There's still a novelty un-named bright star,
That whispers along like a rushing brook,
Drawing men in a vale of thoughts to Rove,
Like a lone shepherd doth search a stray crook,
Or like a frisky cloud scudding above.
Though, if she'd be a gem, she's but a pearl,
Thrice more precious than gold is to a dwarf,
Yet if a flower, seldom doth unfurl,
Despite to her, poetry, all men ****.

If thee would truly unveil my riddle,
Come thou away take my golden fiddle.

Fragment* s
Of  a  riven  heart
              Sc attered  on  th e  floor
   With  battered
            Smi t hereens  which  can
           Nev er  ever
       Ameliorate  whilst  stars
    Scintillate athwart ­the
   Gorgeous d*ome  of the heavens

[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."

Far over the woods shadowy and old,
Beyond lofty mountains forlorn and cold
Where leaves by no wind stired sway,
There we must seek our enchanted gold.

Though dwarves in dungeons of shadow
Hanged them as dew drops by the bough
And casted spells sharp as the sun's ray,
We must seek our gold ere old we grow.

Through brier, yonder vale, yonder hill,
Yonder beyond many a whispering rill
Where songbirds lament the olden day,
There we must away ere time stands still.

Far over the woods shadowy and old,
Beyond lofty mountains forlorn and cold
Where leaves by no wind stired sway,
There we must seek our enchanted gold.

Through peculiar caverns dim and deep
Where strange lonely things dost creep
Forevermore as waves towards the bay,
There we must boldly ride ere we sleep;

In Nineva, to win our long-stolen gold
Beneath botomless vales forlorn and cold;
Where creatures lugubrious night & day,
Far over the woods shadowy and old.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA.
3rd. September.2018.

#Tales Of Nineva

Bring me the scent of the fairest wild rose,
Bring me all hues of a heaven's rainbow,
Bring me charm dawn bird's melodies arouse,
Bring me effulgence of yonder star's glow,
Bring me splendor of a moon-kissed sea,
Bring me gentleness of the morning dew,
Bring me sweetness of honey of a bee,
Bring me iridescence of a bright moon,
Bring me majesty of a starry night,
Bring me freshness of a verdant meadow,
Bring me allure of a fading twilight,
Bring me the luster of the whitest snow,

Bring me oh bring me all of the above,
For such was the texture of my lass's love.

**Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. Jumeirah, Dubai. 27th.10.2017

There was an old man with a novelty Bow,
Which bore all colours of the rainbow.
But Rats ran away with it,
Thus Rats he decided to eat.
Still he does, till they'll ever return his bow!


#Limerick**
©kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
23rd November 2016

There was an old man who took a shower,
Naked in rain atop the city's tallest tower
Whilst performing somersaults
Of all unbelievable sorts.
That imprudent man who fell from the tower


#Limerick**
©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
24th November 2016

There was an old man, "Edward Lear"
Who all day and night long quafed beer.
But when asked if a fool,
Simply replied: "Yet so cool
As a pool, if you'd ever taste Lear's beer!"


#Limerick**
©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
24th November 2016

Once upon a time, two love doves dressed
In white, red and gold, dazzlingly
Stood before the golden crown
Hum­bly walked down the isle
Vowing naptial vows
To forever,
Ever and
Ever
Stay

With eyes beaming over with sheer joy
Exuberantly  cwtched  in  delight
Whilst flapping their silky wings
Yonder a sinking sun
Crooning lullabies
Of forever
Together
Always
Fly

Till effulgent stars, sun and the moon
Cease shining athwart the heavens
Till all the seas and the oceans
Culminate  to  deserts
Till all the mountains
Crumble to dust
Till hells' fire
Cease to
Burn

The last time I beheld her comely eyes
That are as halcyon as a millpond,
Thrice brighter than colliding galaxies
That proudly waltz upon heaven's compound,
Girthed I by a bizarre brume of dismay.
The same that once saw me as a lover,
Scowled as of a knight at his enemy,
Clouded with despair as wilted Stover,
Thus as tumbles a withered leaf to ground,
So dropped I unto my quivering knees,
Whispered a serenade in a soft sound
Fairer than of a zephyr to wild trees,

But she dimmed her novelty shine away,
Never to beam upon me since yon day.


**Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. 7th.Nov.2017. Jumeirah, Dubai.

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

Like as raindrops plummet from yonder shore,
So hastily dashed him at love's behest,
Swifter than a hunted wild roving Deer,
With impatience like a raging tempest;
And by the most lustrous yet rare plectrum,
Heavenly tunes at his heart strings didst pluck,
That he beamed with colors of the spectrum,
Brighter than golden specks of the zodiac;
For her honeycomb, the taste of nectar
Distilled from all the flowers of heaven;
Hence swooned as the sea over light of star,
For love had casted her novelty boon.
   "O what on earth so joyous than one's face
   Whilst in arms of a lover's warm embrace?"


**©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
Jumeirah, Dubai. 5th.Feb.2018.

Dew gravitates from the wild blue yonder
To kiss her lover, grass—but when sun’s rays
Come, dew indignantly to skies doth soar,
But to her lover doth return always.
And the waves madly rush in ecstasy
To their lover, shores—but when gravity
Calls, waves indignantly ebb to the sea,
But dost return in perpetuity—
Then, a soul of mine so entwined with thine,
To wing to rose veiled banks of paradise;
But along the way thine decamped from mine,
On yonder beyond where the sun doth rise.

"But, if sea waves and dew of skies above
To their lovers return, why not thee, love?"


©**Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. Jumeirah, Dubai. 03rd.09.2017

The greatest mistake
Is'nt making the greatest mistake,
But the greatest mistake
Is rectifying not a slight mistake,
For this culminates in the greatest mistake.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
Jumeirah, Dubai. 7th.FEB.2018.

This is my last song I dost sing for thee,
I must away fade like day into the night;
For the night is nigh, the night is lovely.

Yes, I’ve searched the woods, tree after tree,
But thou art not in sight, I must take flight.
For the night is nigh, the night is lovely.

Though all men know my love deep as the sea,
But to thee, my bright star, it didn’t delight!
This is my last song I dost sing for thee.

Yes, I've searched the seas, sea after sea,
I reckon other shores I must now sight.
For the night is nigh, the night is lovely.

Though well I know this drowns heaven in rage,
I must wing like dew against the sunlight.
This is my last song I dost sing for thee.

This is my last time to so dream of we,
I must away fade like day into the night.
This is my last song I dost sing for thee,
For the night is nigh, the night is lovely.


#Villanelle  #Decasyllabic

Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
                  28th.08.2017
              Jumeira­h Dubai

There lived an Old man of a golden fiddle
Who played it telling riddle after riddle,
But tricked by some magical gin,
Stolen was his fiddle by a goblin
And nevermore did he tell any riddle.

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.

I have a Fairy that saith:
"Open shall be heaven's gate
To he who in the Lord has faith,
But doomed shall be the fate
To he who is evil after death.
Prepare for heaven before it's late
Coz as close as thy breath,
So is the doomsday date.

Plan well for the future,
So thou may dwell in realms
Of pleasant verdant pasture
And nectar flowing streams,
Whispering along with rapture
Of everlasting golden dreams."


©Kikodinho Alexandros**
   Jumeira, Dubai
   November 17th 2016

How pleasant to know Mr. Kiko
Whose nose is remarkably big—
Whose soul blazoned with a poetry freckle—
Whose black hair resembles a wig—
He who cometh from Uganda—
He who most of his poetry all to his lass—
Though some say, "such, such propaganda"—
But to Him as pure as green of grass.

How pleasant to know Mr. Kiko
Who sleepeth late in the dead of night
Gazing about ancient star's glow
That ever beam long and bright—
Bright—but not as his lass's limpid eyes
Bestowed never upon seraphim above—
Though some say—"such, such lies
Of a swain drownded in a pool of lurve."


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Jumeirah, Dubai. 13th.Feb.2018.

Keeping calm neath waves of insanity
              Manifests a propensity
              Of sheer utmost sanity.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
Jumeirah, Dubai. 7th.Feb.2018.

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.

Love
Fragile
Novelty
Indelible
Feelings nothing but
The ebb and the
Flow of the
Ocean
Tides

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.

Poets,
Posting Poems
At Hello Poetry
Are Incredibly Novelty
Prime Poets.

There was a fisherman who said, "What the heck!
For all the sea fish to sunbathe upon my deck!
Yet I've cast net after net,
And none is in there yet?"
That fisherman who chose to cast nets upon his deck.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
19th June 2017

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.

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.

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.

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.

There once was a queen of Spain
Who said, "To hell I'll never board a train,"
Hence by the city skirts
Always rode upon her cat’s
Back, which embarrassed the folks of Spain.


**Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. Jumeirah, Dubai. 24th.09.2017.

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♥️