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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
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.
chimaera Jun 2014
iced finger tips
wrapped in hands'
warmness

stired, not shaked, leaning

salty neck line
light aroma of hey
freshness of ruby cherry silk

gaspillage
of entwined drive

flambé
An amusement on words upon a kissing moment

An 'amuse-bouche' (fr.) is a single, bite-sized hors d’œuvre.
Gaspillage (fr.): wastefulness
Flamber (fr.): to blaze (cullinary technique)
Tyler A Sullivan Jun 2017
It was in pastures of green when first I saw her
She was the daisy at the dawn of spring
In my heart a fire stired
In my soul a symphony rings

It was in piny groves when first I loved her
She was the majestic pinus resinosa
My senses flashed then blured
Tis sweeter than mimosa

We mingled and danced in autumnal fields
We were with ancient amber grass
From our courtship love we yield
Like the soil we will forever last
SelinaSharday May 2018
Sweet Men are Like... Rare flowers..those like Jade Vine,

Gibraltar Campion, Franklin Tree, Kokai cookei,  and the

Chocolate Cosmos rare and unique hard to find kind

that will not adapt to the principles and

culture of a insensitive rough society. Equipped with

good values that often seem extinct.

  Decent and unique men are like..cotton candy, strong visual yet rugged look,
sweet sugar treats melts in your mouth., lightly

won't leave you over filled with heaviness and drama.

Some men are like first class planes...takes you flying high and the ride is exquisite,

stimulating personal, makes you dream big..are

accomodating comfortable, treats you with class.

A wanted man is like.. soothing running waters,, able to quench your heated passions,  fulfil

your hungered needs, satisfy your mental thirst, and ruffle your straightened sheets, tackle your

energy and substain a stable environment.

A Good man..is made from the best of fabrics, has quality material,  has stamina, drive and

strength sewn in, wears his smile day and night, because contentment with just one and only one

suits him wisely and justly.

  A good man has been modified to fit his specific woman all her imperfections, and shortcomings

fit his model and he is equipped to handle them.

In a good man the perfect mixers have been stired blended and folded into his batter.

That when baked to right temperatures brings out the best in his Lady,

hides her sour, and covers her blemishes.

making what was less more better, and completing her short commings and she comes out smelling divine.

  A awesome man..In the mist of battles  with his woman is like a  scattered rain storm.

Can come loud hard or soft and lightly..

but afterward washes in sweet healing cleanses they both can

benefit from and still grow.

Career bachelor Types of men

Some men are like..Hoarders.. they  collect all kinds of women

never letting go of any..got more than they know what to do with..

Many screaming for their time and attention.

Investigators...Some men like to spy and see what this one and that one is doing..

Gamblers..They take big risks, put lots at stake and take foolish chances..Leeches...

They hang on you like your all they have and **** you dry of most of your

resources, clingy, jealous, needy, greedy...selfish inconsiderate leechers.

  Con artist..They give you a great speech about want they want..

how they will give their all and your all they need.

It sounds sweet and genuine but he's lying. Like Flies... buzzing in your ears..

humming annoying, bothersome, pitiful.. pesty, nosey, going

from place to place spreading nasty germs..reading posting,

bragging think they the stuff when they are just a bug a boo fly and a lie.
Some men are like..Toads big stuffed and lazy..just want to hop on you ***** you.

Do you get all they can from you..Big lazy and have lots of

time of his hands to rib bit rib bit get all you have.

And are crap seekers. Always ready  to swollow the energy from you.
Some are Huge liers.. about their past, relationships, friendships, and hardships..

telling lies for sympathy..In the end you'll hate you allowed him to waste your time..

Just my saying by me and my sayings..

Sharday.  

All rights reserved 2013 S.A.M COPYRIGHTS
Men in their varying degrees
...NO THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE WRONG
YOU'RE REPPIN THE WRONG SONG
AS A MATTER OF FACT
THE FACT IS THE MAXIM TACK
I MATTER
PEOPLE MATTER
WE
EVEN MAKE EXCEPTIONS FOR THE MAD-HATTERS
I DECLINE ISSUES OF OPINIONS UNNECESSARY
WHERE THE DOORS CLOSE ON YOUR POISON BERRIES

WHAT A SHAME...

PIERCED BY YOUR JUVENILE DELINQUENT MOUTH
THAT HAD SPENT SO MUCH TIME YAPPING DOWN SOUTH
YOU
YOUR FOGGED UP WINDOWS NEED WINDEX TO WIPE
ALL THE RUST WHERE MAGGOTS RELAX THIER EXHAUST PIPES
CAUSE I'M JUST ONE OF THOSE WHO BURST IN WITH
ALL THAT I LIVED MORE THAN YOUR GLOBAL TITTYS AND YOUNG BOY HOOD SPIT

IT'S A **** SHAME...

THEY- YOU
THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT
THE GOVERNMENT
THE CHANGE FOR A NO DOUGHT
I AIN'T MAD BUT I DO APPRECIATE THE PUBLIC DISTURBENCE
STIRED UP IN CRITCAL FIELD DISCUSSIONS LACKING INTELLIGENTCE
I INSTIST
~NO~
I ENCOURAGE
I FORGIVE
I STILL THINK
YOU'RE WAISTING TIME ON
DEVOURING THE ONES
WHO HAD ALREADY TASTED
THIS POISON IN YOUR CUP
RIPPLING
*******

WHAT A SHAME...

MAKE YOUR SPEECH PRESENT
I CAN HEAR YOU
RIGHT THROUGH YOUR FEARS
ERASE THEM
WHAT MATTERS MOST
NO ONE IS BETTER
THAN THE OTHER
LEADERSHIP IS NOT IN A SUITE
IS IT IN SOMEONE WHO NEEDS
NOT WANTS
FOR EQUALITY TO JUSTIFY
WHAT WARS CANT PREVAIL
IN HATE CRIMES.

#justiceforvictems

(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. Parish Rebel of Eden
#justiceforvictems
Micheal Wolf Jan 2014
A collection of things I'd best not have done, but did them all the same
Ever wondered why you feel this way
A body filled with a billion cells, none knowhing what to do or say
From pillar to post shaken and stired every day
A day in here or a night out there, all the same in many ways
A work in progress, a life incomplete? The sum total of years in deep
So sod the rules and scream out loud, We want more!
To fill our lives
Follow my lead and fly the nest your 18 now and full of zest
So when it's done and they toast my *** I want them to know I had a life
I put the best of me into you and watched it grow each day
Tonight I watched you spread your wings and now you fly away
I taught you well and you will go and leave an empty space
But night or day I'll be there and call me anytime
Because all grown up remember now
Your still my little girl
Thanks for the invite and a lovely night and fabulous music. For a friend whos daughter is 18 and off!!
Mike Hauser Sep 2018
I ain't much on schooling
To get my lessons learned
When it comes to education
I get mine from working dirt

It's taught me everything I know
Every straight line every curve I ***
From heaven's gates to down below
Mixed with highs, stired with lows

From all that life has thrown at me
Here catch, it's your turn
No matter dry or muddy
I can tell you now that dirt don't hurt

It's taught me everything I know
Every straight line every curve I ***
From heaven's gates to down below
Mixed with highs, stired with lows

An outdoor education
Teaches true and strong life's course
Only way you can explain it
Is by out there working dirt
Peter Feb 2020
They gathered beneath an opaque sky,
And braced against a frigid breeze,
That flurried and stired the fallen leaves,
The sun was pallid and about to die.

I caught the scent of broken ground,
And looked up into their hollow hearts,
Their faces wore a solemn mask,
That conveyed a love unfound.

Your vacant eyes held no tears,
And saw straight through my forsaken soul,
Your beating heart could not console,
The lost lamented years.

For a moment across your mind there flies,
The flash of a life that might of been,
Lost within the swirling leaves,
And a pallid sun,about to die.

— The End —