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God's plans are but never late
On cue, he'll thus quell thy thirst
Fact being for he knows thy fate
Whilst in him thee lay thy trust


©
Kikodinho Alexandros**
21st September 2016
May his name in perpetuity be praised!
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
#Nonsense
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
Moral: Never fuss your sister.
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 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
#Nagana: A disease of cattle, antelope, and other livestock....
(I)

Pale mulberry was the sky,
No bird dared to fly!
Thus all seemed wrong,
But then, you came along
Suddenly like summer rain
And quelled away my pain.

(II)

Velvet blue was the sky,
No bird dared not to fly!
Thus all seemed right,
And as pure as a cloud in white,
When suddenly like the rainbow,
You quelled away thy heavenly glow.

(III)

Dark grey is the sky,
No bird seems to ever fly!
Athwart my wild blue yonder
Where I, indignantly do ponder
Night and day wondering why,
We can't give it just one more try.

(IV)

Pitch black is always the sky,
But, faster than any bird I'll fly!
Swifter than a scudding cloud
Whilst calling upon you so loud,
All the way to a strange plain,
Just to ever feast about you again.

(V)

Magenta magic will always be the sky,
When once again we'll merilly fly!
Then, flowers once again shall bloom,
To see you and me as bride and groom
By a placid Mulberry Moon on the rise,
To kindle our enchanted paradise.



©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
1st December 2016
***!!! Can't really believe it that among the myriads upon myriads of beautiful poems here at HP, this poem has turned up the daily. Thank you so much dear friends to have catapulted me to stardom for the second time...I'm really all gratitude.

#Retrospection
#Nostaligia
#Lonesome
#Craving
#Wishing
When I'm gone,
When my work is done,
To go meet the Almighty Lord,
At the other side of life's road.

The age to come will say:
"Unpopular he was during his day,
Though, great He was, now we see
It vividly as a star gazing about the sea.

A Poet he was with great poetry and prose,
Nighly akin to the scent of a Heaven's rose,
Thus a Genius whose rhyme
Shall perpetually transcend through time!"


©Kikodinho Alexandros**
Jumeira, Dubai
8th December 2016
This piece is dedicated to every single Poet at Hello poetry with the intent of reminding you that despite unpopular you reckon you might be, with no trending poem or never been selected as the poet of the day, One day you'll be remembered. Let's keep the ink flowing, Pals!
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Being under thy ineffable spell,
What can I do but live to tell a tale,
How thou incacerated me into a novelty shell,
Set adrift upon an ecstatic Well.

Whereupon my heart doth swell,
Violently, nighly akin to a rising gale,
Pulsating in such a way I can never tell,
Despite decamping is of no avail.

But rather doomed to being senile,
Yet for it's as fresh as waters of the Nile,
To watch thou, Echantress of mine smile.
All is but hunky-dory be it for a short while.


©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
9th January 2017
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