Best Giants Poems
The child is a poet with innocent eyes
And a bumpity A-B-C rhyme,
A dancer whose feet with the rhythm of life
Move in jubilant one-two-three time.
The child is a doctor who heals with a kiss
And treats with a serum called smile,
A researcher who seeks out the meaning of life,
Then explains it with unflinching style.
The child is a chef who makes sandwich and Kool-Aid
And thinks it a royal repast,
A hero who battles the monsters and villains
And renders our land safe at last.
The child is a teacher, a sleuth, an explorer,
Controller of race car and ship,
Possessor of limitless spirit and mind
With holster and gun at the hip.
Reflections of children shine pure in the eyes
Of those who are watching them grow,
Remembering times when the sunrise meant journeys
To lands where adults cannot go.
Written in 1987
Branches adorned with new snow
reach high toward sapphire skies
then gently bow overhead
sheltering my path
Wnds whisper through supple limbs
- the gentle giants awake
to throw soft flakes of cold snow
at my upturned face
giants through the hour glass
stride leviathan
upon the hissing seeds of mountains
curl toes, summer freed,
about the pillars of the world
whose molten bloom
faded millennia ago
and crumbled down to dust.
upon these ancient shores
ponder as you brush aside
these clinging crumbs of mighty crags
once, a time ago
we were almost dust
and they were giants.
O,Giants
Send the opposisiton
to a blistering defeat
Let your halfback and
fullback
each gain 100 yards rushing
O, Giants
Let the QB send
the opposisiton to a blistering defeat
This game will be yours
If you run
with all your hearts
O, Giants
Let the crowd cheer or boo
Your chances are good this year
Fight on, Fight on,Giants - Fight on!
The United States is a vast country of immigrants
Each immigrant adds an ingredient and a flavor
“A melting pot”, visualizing a soup pot of giants
Each and every culture has some fine gifts to offer.
Immigration began in 1607 with Jamestown colony
Immigrants arriving called themselves pilgrims here
Where they could practice their own religion freely
Each and every culture has some fine gifts to offer.
Self-reliance of New England in the north and in Boston
Almost for two centuries an economic-cultural centre
And south “southern drawl” the most colorful region
Each and every culture has some fine gifts to offer.
The West, the last frontier, the move Westward impact
To find new opportunity, to live a new life in a way better
The Great Lakes Region, an auto industry stacked in fact
Each and every culture has some fine gifts to offer.
Now shifting toward multiculturalism, not assimilation
The old “melting pot” replaced by “salad bowl” metaphor
Or still new “mosaic” not blending immigrant population
Each and every culture has some fine gifts to offer.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
Eighth Place win
Contest: America the melting pot for freedom by Dane Ann
O monolithic bones - life magnified.
In Millennial mists what gravity defied?
While you who shook the earth have turned to oil
Somehow we can't forget your great turmoil
And left to probe the mystery in our psyche
Of how and why you disappeared from sight
Can wonder if Earth's forces changed against you
And plunged you to extinction overnight
If memory of our fear would disappear
Leviathan bones proclaim, once you were here.
Legend says their eyes are the gateways to their kind, gentle souls,
They give sight to the blind and help the wheelchair bound run again,
They find the lost and heal the sick,
They are the best listeners and teachers,
Ive seen this majestic creature save a child before he had a seizure,
My own life has been saved by these Gentle giants,
They seek a true life long friendship and love from us,
Sometimes they are misunderstood as aggressive, dangerous or unintelligent,
This is so far from the truth,
As a wise cowboy once said " there are no bad horses, just horses with bad expiernces and habits",
they need a friend who is compatible with their personality to handle them and love them,
they all deserve a second chance like they have given us,
now its our turn to save them like they have saved us,
its time for us to be the horses guardian angles.
Copyright ©2014 MeganHuntington
arise from abyss
fable of beastly nature
angels empowered
Blinded by the lightening flash, running from the thunder
Clash, a hail storms hurricane burns within me, oh am I
Lost in the eye of your wake, a single powder cloud set adrift,
Amongst your currents of insurgence, I’m powerless.
An earth elemental, torn upwards against my will,
A heavenly ascender, rocking in the atmosphere,
Swaying between the light waves of the earth and sky.
A piratical of living energy, clinging upon the tears
Of mine own emotions inertia, for raw forces life
Support.
Nay spiritual resistance is futile, against your loves
Passionate storm that beckons unto me, dearest
Feel the electrical threads connecting us, lighting up
God’s kingdom admits the divine nimbus fields of white.
Come hither meld thy moisture with my fire, and let us
Merge together, forming elemental giants, torrents
Tornado's, brushing against the vaults of heaven.
Swirling erotic demon’s suspended in mid-air,
Uniting in complete abandonment’s liberal freedom,
Amongst the atmosphere, kindred spirits dancing
A vaporous waltz of mists desirer's.
At the apex of our climate unisons, within the
Heights of the heights divides, I’m rudely severed,
Tossed into a devotional free fall, as the echoing voices
Of pleasures commandments thrash against the cloud
Mountains.
In silences moments of frozen rapture, I do so lie
Upon the cold earthen ground, a tattered shadow
Of innocence abandonment, as the waves of an
Wakening dreamer, washes over my battered flesh.
Thinly the pressure front passes ideally by me,
The cruel sun pierces through the black embrace
That had entangled my inner being.
But I can see his rainbow smiling down upon me,
I can feel his soft breezes winds brushing, caressing
My blackened tresses, I’m here for thee, in dreams
Illusions kingdom of the night, and at flights fancy,
We've collide again, for we are the elemental giants,
Passions divine spirits of a mightier storm, called love.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
High noon announced the duel of the giants
Poetry and Hip Hop gunslinging the date was set
One accused the other of raping the verbal world
As poetry sighted the words of Poe, hip hop did hurl
"Cant you rock these lame %$# words in slow
That dumb %&# Raven needs to be defeathered bro"
Poetry stood back and shook his hands down low
Reaching for his quilt using hip hop as ink he wrote
"The sound of silence is gold when you release your soul,
I need to feel the heartbeat of man so go!"
Hip hop now breakdancing on the floor
Laughed at this poor attempt to show poetrys gold
"You call that soul? I see it as a blind man,
Using fancy words to hide your fears so grand"
As poetry began to write another line
12:00 o clock came up as the sun did shine
Both stood back to back drawing their weapons
As the countdown to the duel approached like a new son
3 steps forward both rhymers turned about face
Two bangs later the smoke cleared both were embraced
The two giants knelt to ground their hearts did bleed
This time not of words but of blood so clean
At the same time both died as they killed each other
Why not write about how we are killing one another
Black vs White, hip hop vs poetry
Same old siht but this time its affecting me
Look up in the sky now tell me what do you see
people tell me I need to go down on my knees and say something to, but everytime I call
on you I always get a beep... I am starting to feel like there is nobody home up there, if
so why am I laying my head down in places where it is illegal for me to sleep?
my mind is full of troubles and in my time of need all I keep running into is struggles...
they say being gay is a demon and if it bothers you why didnt you think about all of this
when you found out he loaded you up with his semen?...
I wasnt asked to be in this world just like you didnt expect to be beaten, but damn I am one
of your kids too so why am I so mistreated?...
they also say what goes around comes around..... now you really got me thinking back to
all those nights when I wasnt eating... (it wasnt by choice but by force)
but that didnt stop you cause you would still be home whipping up a main course...
you waited 22 years to finally get a divorce because you thought your man was gonna
wife you up, until he figured out your ways and threw up them deuces to you, but luckily
for you, you still living in high class, but what are you gonna do when that child support
stop coming to you?
I'm walking amongst giants
Though tiny I may be.
Unlike the self I once was,
This does not intimidate me.
And how can this be so?
Well I realise after all,
That much can be admired
Even in the very small.
Notice how it lifts your spirits
When what suddenly catches your eye
Are the colours of the wild flowers
In the sun, when you walk by...
The mesmerising iridescence
On the wings of a butterfly...
The tranquility of the ducks and swans
When they elegantly glide by...
And what about the gift of sound?
The rejoicing felt in song?
The smallest acts of kindness
That carry us along?
Even giants take the time
To appreciate what they have.
I see their love, their sense of humour,
And they often make me laugh.
If we keep an open heart and mind
What inspiration we will find!
Be I small or weak or frail,
To learn I will not fail!
Now and then it's clear to see
These giants also learn from little me!
Written 16th April 2022
For the, "To Lighten The Load Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Angela Tune
Wonder who lives here
and if they feel small when awake
and wish they could sleep.
River, Moon, Giants
Old wood, river banks
Saturated with moon, spills
Trees grow giant, shade
Created on 8/27/14 for One Solo Epic Haiku – River Walk contest
The giants aren't hefty
The possess small stature
And great brains
With the heart of Gold
The giants are not assaultic
They fight peacefully
Without shedding of blood nor brouhaha
Yet they get whetever they desire
The giants are generous
They leave their houses
For shadows under the tree
While others enjoys their possession
The giants are skinny
Though weak and powerless they seem
They do great exploit
And am a skinny giant