Giants Poems

A Giants Chair

Resting in front of me, a giants chair.
It, I know well
It, is built with despair

12 feet tall made of steel.
High back covered with stains
of immorality, dishonesty and incredible pain

Old and rusted through the years
a formidable and thunderous tone it produces
still within me

Empty now, with weak knees and an
apprehensive look I envision those
who reigned before

A mother

Dust of Giants

E-ven
R-iver
I-s
C-ascading
A-nd
M-ountains
A-re
E-roding,

M-en
A-re
N-ot
I-mmortal
C-reatures,
A-s
N-othing
I-s

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Ericamae G. Manicani)

Giants

Is cruelty hiding in the stars deceitful play?
What a waste of heart; for them to lie in silence as dying art

For their lights just untenable promises made,
Giants: long gone before we see them as something smart

I envy their brilliance cast in prior eons relayed
Death riding light waves, but arriving late for the start 

So, in

The Rise of Gods and the Fall of Giants

From icy void, a giant stirred,
Ymir, the first, his body blurred.
No sun, no moon, no stars to gleam,
Just primal frost, a waking dream.

Then Auðumbla, the cow of might,
Licked salt from ice, with all her light.
And from the ice, a god arose,
Búri, the ancestor, as legend goes.

The Æsir came, with Odin's lead,
Gods of battle, sowing seed
Of

Damn Train Horn

Steel giants approach,

Horns shatter me, surprise floods

My serenity.

The Giant and the Minions

Wars are wage for victory 
Victories are achieved to create history 
in the end history always wins
Hidden deep in those pages of history;
Draws a giant bigger ten-times the sky 
Perhaps in the face of the future 

Efforts were made as the giant approach 
Today we ought to surf!
For tomorrow we won’t be here 
Now! heard

giants of Sedona

the giants of Sedona leaned in and peeked at me
I felt like a cockroach, but did not scurry away
None of them spoke, they merely stared.
Then they leaned back into position

Was it my imagination? Had they really done this?
I stared into the beautiful sky.
Everything looked normal.
But was far from it.

There is a mystical feeling in Sedona

Victory in the valley

I've slain the giant bunny
with its bones, I'll build my bed
with its soft brown fur, 
I'll make a hat to warm
my giant balding head
I'll fry its legs and liver
I'll spread its heart on toast
and with its brains, I'll make a soup  
that's the part I like the most

Slaying Giants

See the little man that could

Bravely ever there he stood

Enduring every little scar

To battle giants near and far

Not using either axe or sword

The danger he was heading toward

Was met by those that he'd oppose

Wielding but his words of prose

Relentlessly they would attack

So deft of tongue he held them back

Unable to deter his aim

Defeated bowed their

Fog

On misty road
Not quite yet dark

The landscape growls
No warning bark

Be vigilant
As hidden here

Inside your mind
Uncaptured fear

They roam outside
To trap, ensnare

Grey blanket hides
The monsters there

The causeway twists
Into the clouds

Boundaries draped
In vapour shrouds

Blink too long
In hypnotic mist

Mistakes will spiral
Into it's dark abyss

Already giants
Peer from the grey

Entice you for 
"a feast" they say

Hold your nerve
Be strong, be stable

Don't

Giants Listen To Compassionate Wife

The giants piled up books on the southern shore.
It was more novels than they had ever stacked before.
The elves and gnomes were scared and yelled “no more!”
They were afraid the stack might fall on their grocery store.

Why was that okay? Asked the giant’s wife, Lamour.
We thought it would be great, said her husband Gore.
It’s fun

We Are the Gas Giants

Jupiter
Saturn
Uranus
Neptune
We do not have solid surfaces
So landing on us would be an impossibility
Do not plan to bring your colony
We are gas giants

Jupiter has fifty moons or more
Uranus is laying on his side
He has forty-two years of darkness
Then forty-two years of light
I bet you are glad you cannot live on him

The wind on Neptune blows twelve

What Happened To the Giants, Part Iii

...Now their have been sightings since that dark time,
like Bigfoot the giant myth will not die,
but as to the flesh-and-blood giant race
it is unlikely one will ever rise.

But as I explained, much loving was done,
and giant genes still remain in mankind,
like neandertals they hide in plain sight,
and one-day mainstream science will go find

a skeleton that

What Happened To the Giants, Part Ii

...Yes, I’m talking of *****sapiens,
the last human species that still remains,
when they burst out of their African home
nothing ever would again be the same.

You saw it plain with the neandertals,
the older species just could not compete,
modern humans pushed them out of their lands,
and more than often with them they did sleep.

Until the neandertals were

What Happened To the Giants, Part I

You may have heard folks speak about giants,
it certain circles that some call ‘plain nuts!’
among cryptozoological types
they’re speculated upon rather much.

And every few months on the internet,
at least if you’re into that type of thing,
you see claims of a giant skeleton,
that ‘smart people’ are always downplaying.

They say the bones are misidentified,
that they’re dinosaurs or wooly

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