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.

Most bi*  r  ds call me ugly but
   I'm be  a  utiful & intelligent
     than  v  ultures and most of
  all oth  e  r birds gracing
   the ve  n  *etian skies

There once was a poor cowboy,
Who had one Horse and a Cow toy.
But, one summer day
The Horse eloped away!
At the Cow's back and left the cowboy.

#Limerick**
Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira,Dubai
23rd November2016

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.

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

There was a brother who said to his sister:
"Sister, sister, you're absolutely a shyster"
Who calmly replied: "I'd rather
Be than being like you brother
Who is more complicated than a twister"


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

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

There was an aged man of Ghana,
Who was told his cows were attacked by Nagana
"Dare He temper with my herd!
To hell, I'll send that *******!"
Thus replied that ill-tempered man of Ghana*.


#Limerick
Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
27th November 2016

There was an old lady of England,
Who sowed a chicken's eggs in her land.
But when they failed to grow,
For it culminated to sorrow
Thus declared to leave such a barren land!


#Limerick**
Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
23rd 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

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 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

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.

'Twas eventide of a dead summer's day
Whilst prostrate by shores of loneliness
When a violent tide of love swept his way
And drew him into a sea of pure ecstacy.

Effulgent stars all decked in flocks bright
Sprinkled their timelessly ethereal glow
Upon a vast shadowy looming veil, night,
While floods of kisses showered his brow.

Dreaming of lands beneath the rainbow,
Lands where blossoms of love never vade
But ever as fresh as dew upon the bough,
Or sweet aroma of flow'rs by a glade.

Alas! Little the swain knew how to swim
Hence dreamt never turning back ashore.
But this, all this was but a bootless dream
For as thee and me all truly dost know,

Long ago, in that sea deep his soul fell
Doomed to sight shores of bliss nevermore,
For of swimming, love she knew well
Hence decamped out of sight evermore.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Kampala, Uganda. 17th.July.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

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

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.

There is a beauteous lass of golden hair,
A silky velvet frock she loves to wear.
Akin to a mulberry moon,
She makes me swoon.
My beauteous lass of golden hair so rare.

© *Kikodinho Alexandros
*17th August 2016

Unloving thou is but Sisyphean,
Like scoria craves mixing with sea salt.
Thus akin to night and day we're but twins
Whose burning candle is never to halt.
But ever brighter than snow veiled mountains,
And perpetual as the golden Amaranth,
Yet as pure as heavens silver fountains,
Thrice fairer than the moon of the May month
Or the sea's mighty glow against the moonlight.
Always in full spate if she’d be a stream,
To draw us in a realm of sheer delight
Where daylight to fade shall be but a dream.

So true love is a gem precious than gold
Both young and old in their palm crave to hold.


©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
       22 October 2016

What words of  beauty could ever near thy beauty?
Thou art fairer than Seraphs of heaven,
Peerless than the fairest night skie's sentry,
For paradise, thine eyes dost betoken.
Long I've sailed in my boat of poetry,
With golden oars of fairest metaphors,
Craving to fish thee some words of sheer beauty,
From whispering rills, from wildest rivers,
Down a silvery halcyon sea, thought,
Where often I wonder from shore to shore;
But dusk fades, dawn breaks having fished naught,
'Tis then fair nymphs croon me a tune so low:

"For she's nothing but a beauty reflection,
What on earth could near her beauty complexion?"


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
30th June 2017


   **Literally, I penned this sonnet many moons ago to a person who might read it never and so I decided to keep it...., but, on passing by beauteous roses wafting an ineffable scent upon whispering winds this morn,  transfixed I was struck by a violent thought, "Why not to as well whisper such a lovely sonnet unto the mighty winds that dost blow from shores of the east to the western clime as to caress souls of all lovers at HelloPoetry who spared their precious time to pray for such an amateur Bard like me when I was bedridden a couple of days back?"
     Honestly, I may not be able to thank everyone of Ye in person, but wholeheartedly I dedicate such a lovely sonnet to Ye.

Thank goodness I'm now feeling better and ready to share with Ye once again.

Once at a halcyon sea thee dare glance,
And you'll see her smiling vivaciously
To render eyes of thine into a trance
By lullabies crooned rhythmically.
And if thee dare saunter by the shoreline
Upon a shingly beach in a brisk breeze,
Kissed by glassy waves you'll feel so fine,
For in mist of joy shalt thy worries freeze;
Yet if thee stroll by a fine golden day
With heaven's eye fairly raining her light,
It'll betoken joy to forever stay
Like of a bird upon her maiden flight.

In sweet delight it'll thus dawn upon thee,
For nothing smiles than a halcyon sea.


#Decasyllabic
#Attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet

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

W H Y*  *is it I smile whenever I
H ave
Y ou close to me darling?

W H Y  is it I feel sad whenever I
H ave
Y ou not close to me darling?

W H Y
H aven't you yet admitted I did fall for
Y ou darling?

W H Y
H aven't you ever entrusted me with
Y our fragile heart darling?

W H Y
H aven't you ever admitted it
Y ou mean the world to me darling?

W H Y
H aven't you ever admitted it
Y ou're my everything darling?

W H Y
H aven't you yet admitted it
Y ou're the angel of my dreams darling?

W H Y
H aven't  you yet admitted all I crave is
Y our love darling?

W H Y
H ave you failed to admit I love
Y *ou with all my heart & soul darling?

Bells, bells, bells,
I hear mellow bells
Merrier than sea bellows,
Bells, bells, bells,
So, sang a cloud grandly dressed in white.

Bells, bells, bells,
Who canst tell the mellow bells
Merrier than birds of the Vales?
Bells, bells, bells,
Upon my back novelty shores he'll sight.

Bells, bells, bells,
I think I know the bells,
I think I know the bells,
Bells, bells, bells,
So, cheerfully didst reply many a Kite.

For Christmas is here,
For Christmas is near,
Just around the corner
Heralding so fresh a year,
For as fades the sun this year's to avaunt.

Bells, bells, bells,
I think I know the bells,
I think I know the bells,
Bells, bells, bells,
They're but jingo bells—bells of delight.

O, dear Kites hold on tight
Whilst we set for our flight.
So, upon the back of the cloud,
There proudly didst shroud
Many a kite, I say, many a Kite,
And away from human sight
They didst glide and glide,
Yonder a dewy rainbow-like glade,
Yonder silvery whispering rills,
Yonder verdant charming hills,
Yonder so halcyon a limpid indigo sea,
Yonder a realm of many a golden tree,
Yonder a realm of lofty towers,
Where there are opalescent flowers
Well watered by eternal nectar streams
Serpentining by in the land of dreams,
Yonder a rose-scented ineffable clime,
Yonder beyond restrictions of time
Whilst whispering, bells, bells, bells,
To the mellifluous whispers of the bells.


#Onomatopoeic  #Diacopic

*Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
21st.Dec.2017. Jumeirah, Dubai.

In days dead and burried in time,
In a very far away enchanted clime,
In the mighty kingdom of Nineva
Where there fairly shone forever,

There once was a strange lonely wood
That ever in fairest robes of green stood
By the edge of a fair shoreline of pearl,
Whose mystery none may tell nor unfurl.

For akin to the most effulgent yonder star
That forevermore scintillates from afar
In a splendiferous novelty golden cluster,
So thrice scintillated the gem's luster.

And 'tis for this that as we all truly know,
All mortals, I say, all mortals  of long ago
Gravitated from corners of distant lands
On the quest for riches by those strands.

Once, sweltering was the noontide
When upon a violent lonely rolling tide
A bunch of desperate pirates were seen
Nearing that wood of emerald sheen.

In a while, they'd gathered all they could,
Leaving not a single gem in the wood.
Alas! A wind murmured upon the skies
In faint whispers: "Woods have eyes"

So muttered all birds - all birds of the air,
All creatures in caverns desolate yet fair,
All leaves upon strange shadowy trees,
And all - all creatures of wild lonely seas.

But, despite the looming dark omen,
Swifter than plummeting drops of rain,
So hastily dashed every single pirate
Blindingly minding not about their fate.

They raised their silvery sails to take sail
But hark! All this - all this was to no avail;
For upon the skies no wind was seen
To render them across so wide a sea.

In a jiffy, louder than birds of the skies
All gems whispered, "Woods have eyes."
From that moment on, all lost their sight,
Doomed never to behold the sun's light.

And now, upon those murky restless seas
They dost weep but no plea can please,
For they were doomed to rove evermore
In search of their long forgotten shore.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Kampala, Uganda. 29th.July.2018.

Ye men so coward of poor Uganda,
Why dost thou comfortably rest in bed
As though crimes extant all propaganda,
And overlook the rising toll of dead?
Ah, night is nigh, rise now or nevermore,
For deep in dungeons lies thy dear child
Who should have lifted thy hope from the floor
That bliss as merry birds spark in the wild,
As such would bloom again upon thy land
That now lies in a sepulchre of sorrow,
As of a pirate prostrate by the strand
With faded hope to sight a new rainbow.
  O rise up now and fight for thy freedom,
  Before the land sinketh in lasting doom.



©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Kampala, Uganda, 20th.August.2018.

#Shakespearean sonnet