A thundering heartbeat
echoes from the garage to
the stadium.
An subterranean rumble ignites
the quiet arena floor,
As radioactive currents course
through the waiting veins,
Unleashing a fierce,
tempestuous wave of
symphonic thunder.
They transform the mundane
into the fiercely monumental,
Weaving unyielding, anthemic
battle cries from raw
vulnerability.
The percussion strikes like a
sudden, electric lightning bolt,
While the vocals soar into the
stratosphere, cloud- split sky,
Challenging the internal,
shadowy demons that haunt the
mind.
Believers rise from ashes of
their broken, fractured paths,
Bound together by a
triumphant, golden thread of
sonic gold.
This is the majestic,
unstoppable roar of modern
giants,
Stamping their timeless,
permanent footprint into
musical history.
In my life I may as they say
have accomplished a thing or two
but I've not made the mark
I so dearly wished to do
altho' having trod the boards
where mighty giants once stood
the rug was always pulled out
in many a good neighbourhood
never had it made in the shade
fame and fortune eluded me
a one-man band on parade
anonymity included me
sailing off into the sunset
is not quite the right thing to do
nor is going down with the ship
in the yonder wild blue
and yet if my get up and go
has not got up and gone
I'd like once more to bring it on
before fading away into oblivion
did giants once walk the earth?
the fey know but keep it secret.
whispering among themselves
sharing nothing with us.
sure, keep us in the dark.
I hear them giggling.
Mystical beings who conceal their magic.
And their mystical knowledge.
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 who sells her son
A man with fists of thunder
A false counselor of god
A tremble of discomfort within my own skin
all the years I could never shake
Tho the comfort I feel as I lay bare
flakes the giants chair.
The closer knee to ground
quakes the chair to a minor resemblance
And as I open my whispers to prayer
my tone destroys all that is left of it
With prayers placed in my sling
twisted metal and steel
lay before me to rummage through
What once urged it into existence
Is made plain.
A boy, an innocent, a light, a purity
has been recovered
I hold their hands
I lead them away
There, a new chair
To Him, who sits at the right hand
Of the father
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)
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 face of the most enormous losses, is hope conveyed?
Or does something big have to leave, for brightness to depart?
Steel giants approach,
Horns shatter me, surprise floods
My serenity.
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 voice of myth
Every memories has hundred years of life
Tomorrow will be a nightmare
Mealies comes in it’s great discomfort form
Something that never forget you never leaves you
The new world runs by the old wars
This is our story
It will go on forever with no end
By the end of the dawn, our flickering lights arose….
Come on come together;
The tears, if happiness in the eye that comes from a wounded heart
Tomorrow will be a nightmare
Even after we achieved victory by completing the sprint
Is our destination still left to be reached?
This is our story…
It will go on forever!
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 I cannot convey
With photos, art, or in poetry.
There are no words or strokes strong enough.
You have to experience the giants of Sedona for yourself.
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
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 heads in shame
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 accept the call
To the giants' table
Samsun Scott
13th September 2023
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 to stack books, it’s more fun than rock stacking, not a bore.
You are terrorizing the tiny fey, said the compassionate Lamour.
So, the giant and his friends went back to the southern shore.
They unstacked the books and apologized forever more.
That’s okay said the mayor of the seaside town Latimore.
We know you did not mean to scare us forevermore.
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 hundred miles an hour
And you thought that an F-5 tornado was a big deal!
If you are looking for a planet to inhabit, do not look our way.
We are Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune, the gas giants.
I watch this high drama
Complete with giants,
Eventually, reduced by wind and waves…
Bergs driven south
Enter our outer harbor
Reach for a refuge but instead are
Grounded on massive, rocky shores
Struggling to be set free
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