For those of ye who know little about me, I'll commence by saying: My name is Edward, and I come from the pearl of Africa, Uganda. I was born to a poor family but despite the fact we were destitute, there's a HERO who worked slave-like to paint a smile upon everyone's physiognomy...A Hero I'm proud to call, MY FATHER. We dwelt upon a small piece of land in a single room by the heart of a slum zone, and that was the place we called home. Wild was the environment and to pile on the agony, as a peculiar dark fate bore it, without my family's consent the piece of land where we dwelt was sold by some mean family members hence we had to look for a new home and the end result was, my family had to split....The two young sisters of mine went with my beloved Mom whilst I with my Dad. I stayed with Him in the far countryside for a while but as time drifted by and by, I no longer wished to put up in the countryside hence I set off to live by my own back in town. This thus completely limited me from seeing Him quite often..... The city bore all wild behaviors ye could ever imagine of under the book of life, but thank goodness I went to church....a church where serendipitously I met a British lady of God, a lady who helped me in a myriad ways I canst never explain by just mere words. At this point, I visited my father once in a blue moon, for I craved blooming to success as to surprise Him the person I'd blossomed to. By serendipity's sake, after much toiling I'd saved some money on me that could help me travel to Dubai as to seek a fortune. 'Tis at the point of departing when I visited him to say my goodbyes.... To my dismay, He was critically Ill and on asking Him why he hadn't informed me earlier, his response was that He wished not drowning me in a stream of worrying. My flight was nigh that he had to bid me adieu.....Sick as He was, He dragged out His motor cycle he hadn't rode for a while to offer me a ride.... and on asking him whether I could ride, his response was NAY but He....He was such a flint-hearted man to change his word thus through the ragged countryside he valiantly rode with his quaking hands till when we came by where I had to board a vehicle back to town. He then gave me a warm handshake and said unto me in a velvety voice..."GOODBYE SON, BE WELL" In a jiffy, the vehicle commenced moving, but through the mirror I beheld him indignantly staring at the vehicle till when i could see Him no more. That was the very last time I caught a glance at Him.....Now that I was abroad, whenever I'd call Him, he'd always tell me that He was doing quite better and recuperating. But, as a dark fate bore it, on 10th February 2017, the most heart-rending news poured into mine ear, HE HAD PASSED AWAY. Swifter than a plummeting eagle at her prey, I approached the company I'm working for seeking an emergency leave but 'twas to no avail since i couldn't cater for the air tickets fact that his Hospital bills had long drained me.
I tried as much as i could but in vain hence i couldn't burry him.

so, today is 10th again... the same day like this not so many moons ago when  he passed away, and I've decided to whisper Him this poem till we meet again. May the Lord of tender mercy judge his piteous soul with utmost kindness. Amen.

Thank ye for reading, dear friends. Take care of thy selves. God bless ye.

A song sang by Kiko and his men whilst passing through a peculiar wood on the quest for enchanted treasures.

Days back whilst in a bus from Seattle to California, I came by a verdant wood floating upon ever rolling hills in the state of Oregon...and upon feasting about her in her lengthening shadowy flock of emerald green, been compelled to accomplish this poem which I started penning a while back whilst touring Zanziba islands grandly floating far off in the indian ocean by the east African coast, in Tanzania.

Nineva is a magical kingdom in Kiko's legendarium,  a miscellany of tales of mystery and maccabre like you've never heard of.

#Shakespearean sonnet

P.S
Good friend—If serendipitously this poetry ink of poor couplets oozing from a quill of so lowly a bard hath tenderly caressed thy soul, then it’ll be of stupendous honor if thou dost share upon a page of thine so thou mayst bless others.💕💫💕🌙💕⭐️💕🌟💕✨💕⭐️

P.S.S
Choose and in the comment section drop some other words of different topics thou mayst think of, and I’ll try my quill to forge rhyming couplets out of them. Bless thy soul.

#desideratum #couplets

#Acrostic #Hostage, #Love #Poetry freak

Lines in the dead of night,
hope thou hast enjoyed 'em all.
To the west a good day, to the east a good night
till we meet again morrow.

#Decasyllabic
#Shakespearean sonnet

#Love #Stars #galaxies #infinite love

Unto my dear mother and all mothers of that nature out there.

Honestly, I grew up destitute in the ruins of Kampala, Uganda, but there's one hero by the name, Nalugo Florence, she whom I'll keep in the bower of my heart forevermore for turning all my days to hues of gold from her toiling. A hero most gladly I call mother.

A brief history about "Kikodinho Edward Alexandros" preserved for men of ages to come who shall wish to dig into his past.

#Decasyllabic.
#Attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet.

Thanks for stopping by to read poor lines of a lowly bard. A cheery new year unto thee wherever thou dost dwell. God bless ye.

#Decasyllabic
#Attempt at a Shakespearean Sonnet.

#Nostalgia
#Decasyllabic
#Attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet.

#Ninette poem
1-2-3-4-5-4-3-2-1 Syllable Format

#Fun write #Nonsense #Night #Random

Penned today on riding through Mandeville Canyons. I wish we had an option of sharing poems with pics, only then ye wouldst have known how beauteous Mandeville Canyons in Los Angeles is.

#Mandeville Canyon #Ride #Adventure #Pulchritude

#Ode #love #queen #dawn

#Muse #Tribute #FaveBard #Tolkien

A friend of mine asked me how would I describe the sun unto the blind and right up there is what I came up with, a villanelle poem. Hope thou hast enjoyed reading this villanelle.

FORGOTTEN RULES OF A VILLANELLE: A villanelle is a poem of 19 lines broken down into 5 tercets and a quatrain. The first and last line of the first Tercet are repeated alternately throughout each Tercet and in the final quatrain both lines make the foot (couplet) of that quatrain. Each line is decasyllabic and in iambic pentameter. Lastly, thou must never forget that the rhyming scheme is ABA, ABA, ABA, ABA, ABA, ABAA.

Besides, dear reader—hope thou art splendiferous and salubrious. Wishing thee a Merry Christmas and a blissful new year.

Kind regards,
Bard Of Nineva.

12/12/2023.

After reading what is arguably the loveliest poem ever written by man, Sonnet 116 "Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds" by the ancient wise, The Bard Of Avon, William Shakespeare, from such naked truth to transcend in perpetuum, there I drew the inspiration to pen one nighly akin unto his that depicts how far love canst travel hence the sonnet above.

Secondly, long hast I penned poetry unto friends, unto many others, but none unto my parents not until I penned two unto my father not so many moons ago after his death. Verily, it doth hurt knowing I canst never recite him one though from the two I penned, I'll have one engraved upon his sepulchre upon going home.

So, now that I did such a great mistake I canst never forgive of my self, the Sonnet above is wholeheartedly dedicated to the lady who gave birth to me 25 years ago. Honestly, this lady I'm proud to call MOTHER hath been a PHENOMENAL WOMAN unto me in a myriad of ways mere WORDS CAN'T DEPICT...so, upon going home I'll have this sonnet with a snap of her and me inscribed...and I'll have it well recited unto her in my local language, something I'm working upon as I've never penned one in my mother tongue, but I dost pray unto He who dwelleth atop effulgent yonder stars to render me ethereal wisdom such that I may capture the images as depicted for her to fully know how much I truly LOVE Her.

Lastly, if thou hast someone whom thou dost revere that way, the Sonnet above sails thy way as well.

Thank ye for reading, dear friends. God bless ye.

#Oblivion #Nostalgia #Melancholy #Despair

Ode sung by King Boriyon and his men through Nineva's shadowy forests on the quest for their long enchanted gold by dwarf lords in dungeons deep that upon 'em casted mighty spells whose mystery no mortal could ever tell nor unfurl.

#tales of Nineva

P.S. Nineva is a magical kingdom in Kiko's legendarium, a miscellany of tales of mystery, wizardry and maccabre that never cease to stun whoever doth lend me his or her ear.

Boriyon was son of Marianah Boriyon, daughter of Nineva's last black smith. Of him legends say he went against all odds to annihilate all evil that upon Nineva loomed like a veil of everlasting night, and restored the long dreamt harmony that once pervaded the realm like as gems immensely dost abound shores of Elysium.

Unto she who'll never read it.