Good friends, greetings unto ye all, fellow bards..., hope thou art perfectly splendiferous. First and foremost I humbly apologize for my absence for quite a while as I'm racing with tides of time and destiny. But though been absent for a while, been missing ye all that while. God bless ye all and hope thou hast enjoyed my nonsensical clerihew about some of my fave bards of all time.

If by any bad chance I left out thy fave bard, below comment his/her name and I'll weave one out of his name...Loll.

This aphorism hath been told in many a different way but meaning the same in days even before William Shakespeare by great poets like Geoffrey Chaucer, and later on John Dryden, J.R.R. Tolkien, and many more however 'tis William Shakespeare that gave us that famous line in his play "The Merchant Of Venice"

P.s. In his play, the King of Morocco craved to marry the beautiful Portia but before his wish was to pass, he had to choose one box that bore Portia's portrait hence three boxes were brought unto him: One of gold, the second of silver, and the third of cheap lead. He then chose that of gold only to find there was a scroll with words emblazoned:

O hell! what have we here?
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll! I'll read the writing.

All that glitters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscroll'd:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Cold, indeed; and labour lost:
Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!
Portia, adieu. I have too grieved a heart
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part.

P.s.s. Portia's portrait was in the box of cheap lead...Loll.

And yet again, there's one more by J.R.R. Tolkien:

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

Hope thou hast enjoyed mine as well. Besides, unto the east a great day, and unto the west a great night.

Dedicated to so dear a friend—"Kim Johanna Baker."
Dear Kim, though well I know thou art aware of the rules of a shakespearean sonnet, just wanted to add some infinitesmal ash of garnish... for after much pondering, i thought myriads of Bards who dwell  'neath clouds of curiosity on penning a Shakespearean Sonnet might find it a gem.
Thank thee for reading! Hope thou hast enjoyed such a gift from a lowly Bard. Please allow me take use of this golden happenstance to once again wish thee a blissful new year pervaded with timeless joy none canst ever destroy. And hey, just cant wait feasting about a sonnet penned by thee.

Ain't sure about one till now!!! Loll

P.S
A rill runs through trees on yonder but apparently tis covered in green, it can’t be seen...but come winter it’ll kiss roots of those trees again. Isn’t God really amazing???

#EvergreenState

#Love #relationship #melancholy #heartbreak #sad #craving #Longing #poem #poetry

#Nonet poem

I'm alone at crossroads wandering
But its time to dream a new dream
Spread my wings and fly again
So high like an eagle
Only to seek release
From unfairness
Please dear God
Bless my
Soul

#Twilight  #sun   #Pulchritude
                   
                       #Heart break
                      
                          #Horizons

#Acrostic #Begin now #Hope
Procrastination culminates a silhoutte upon a bed of roses.

Dedicated this ode to a friend so dear unto me and now here 'tis unto anyone who's celebrating his or her birthday.

#Decasyllabic
#Attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet

A villanelle is a dance song coupled with pastoral themes.

In literature, 'tis a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets (first 15 lines) followed by a quatrain (last 4 lines) that hath a couplet towards the end. There are two refrains and two repeating rhymes, with the first and third line of the first tercet repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines.

Lines may be of any length, but are often written in iambic pentameter.

#Villanelle #Decasyllabic

#Shakespearean sonnet #Unto she who will never read it.

Fact that I walked down the isle to work, that special day might find me not here but please allow me take use of this golden happenstance to wish everyone a Merry Christmas in advance :-)

Honestly, been tryin' to voice out this ode but just can't do it the way I'd like it sound since ain't a musician...LOL. I truly need someone with a mellifluous voice to give life to my lyrics that are likely to go unheard.

Besides, a merry Christmas unto ye all and a happy new year in advance. God bless ye.

#Eyes #Pulchritude #Lurve

My boat brimful of prayers and well wishes sails unto all people that doth dwell in those rolling hills that have been a beauty to behold but now girthed in mere cinders and darkling smoke. God bless ye all.

P.S.
I just opened my Facebook page and I realized people have embarked upon fundraising but since I'm not a position to, I came up with the poem above. What more could a Bard give?

However, I've not revised this dirge well, for I've just penned it upon watching the news though I pray it may act as a beam of solace unto the victims of such a great tragedy.

#Helen Steiner Rice    #A bed of roses     #Hope

©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA
             18th/09/2018

#Attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet!!!

#Decasyllabic

Despite for I maintained a rhyme scheme in which each sonnet line comprised of ten syllables, I could hardly escape the rule of stressed and unstressed syllables...may be next time...Lol.

Honestly, I believe he must be up there grinning at me....Lol

#Lament #Nostalgia #Melancholy #Love #Swain #Maiden

Today on coming back from work, it dawned upon me that one of Uganda's greatest musician "Moze Radio" hath flown to dwell with the lord hence to the Eulogy that I wholeheartedly whisper out unto him. May the Lord have mercy upon his piteous soul. Amen.

Kenny, I know you can hear me but can’t say a word...just wanted you to know that you’ll always be my favorite country artist of all time. Say hello unto Don Williams, miss him too and always will.

Written when news sprinkled unto mine ear that she who kindled my soul with eternal flames of love though upon shores she now dwelleth I canst not tell is to walk down the isle in a jiffy.

#Fairyland #Tales Of Nineva #Imaginations

#FairyLand #Tales_Of_Nineva #Imaginations

P.S

Nineva is a magical kingdom in Kiko’s legendarium, a miscellany of tales of mystery, wizardry and macabre like thou hast never heard of Lol.

(This Poem hath been languishing in my dungeon of about 100 drafts for Two years nigh Lol. And today I’ve decided to set it free)

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.