The Helpless Giant

“Clarinda, Clarinda!” the giant did shout,
“Oh where is that woman I’ve seen here about?”
The Wind gave no answer, he’d fallen asleep,
And the trees of the forest made not a peep.
The giant was angry, he wanted his Clar’;
He was hungry, so hungry; the cupboard was bare.
He lifted his head—it struck through a cloud.
“I’m blind!” he was crying. Then Clarinda laughed loud.
“Ha, ha, ha; hee, hee, hee!” she laughed, on her bike.
“I’m riding off free, for I’m going on strike!”
The giant was helpless, he didn’t know how
To heat up some water and dump in a cow.

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Alone With You

If I could be alone with you, my dear,
Perhaps I wouldn’t say a single word;
Might only listen to your breathing, dear,
To fall in love with every breath I heard.

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Slowly

The gray, silent clouds move slowly, slowly.
They echo, in their silence, silent me.
They’re way up high, and I’m lonely, lonely.
Oh, if I were only there—with she.

Across this land, these mountains, o’er the sea,
The gray, silent clouds move slowly, slowly,
But in the right direction—where is she.
They do not know, can’t even think, of me.

Yet time will come when I am soaring free
Past every cloud—how fast I’ll go to she!
But now, I’m way down low, lonely, lonely,
While gray, silent clouds move slowly, slowly.

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Take All Of Me

All of me, darling dear,
You can take all of me;
All that I am is yours.

Poetry, ‘maginings,
Stories of what could be,
All that I am is yours.

Love is the best of me,
Love is the most of me,
Take me, my dear, I’m yours.

All that I dream of you,
All that I think of you,
All that I am is yours.

Laughter, the wit I show,
Mis-typings (hee!) you know!
Even all this is yours.

Falling from cliffs up high,
Down to your heart I fly;
Take me, my dear, I’m yours.

Everything that I am,
Everything I’ll ever be,
All that I am is yours.

I never knew, my dear,
What it would mean to be
So much in love like this.

I never thought, not once,
What it would be to love,
Not even having a kiss.

Yet I can truly say
I give you all of me,
All that I am is yours.

All of me, darling dear,
Take me completely, dear;
All that I am is yours!

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Which One?

Mary, Mary, sweetly contrary,
Sat drinking with joy her cider.
I killed the spider, but she was sorry
He couldn’t sit beside her!

Jennifer, Jennifer, sat alone;
Her thoughts they were her very own.
I shot the vulture, circling high,
But Jen, she waved a sad goodbye.

Clarinda walked beneath a tree
And did not see the angry bee.
I stung him with my arrow sharp,
And now for me she plays her harp!

Mary, Jen, though very nice,
Clarinda is no sacrifice!

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I’ll Never Lose…

I’ll never lose you, Love, for I forbid
All troub’lous times and crimes to come between.
No nights of war, no dark’ning fate, shall keep us hid
From our lit selves; no! Love’s not lean,
But thick, and full to bursting. See! It grows!
Cannot be covered by men’s selfless woes,
And shines radiant, like untouched sun,
Eclipsed a bit, but ageless, never done!
You’ll never lose me, Love, for we are free
In spirit pure and true, out-climbing walls
That rise to block, confine us, make not see
That life is love, and love-of-life is all!
We flash together in world chaotic, Dear,
And hold on tight while light-of-love burns clear!

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Coffee Mate

O Lady, my Lady, my Lady fair,
O Loveliest loveliest anywhere,
Oh, what are you doing tonight for a date,
For coffee drinking, and no coffee mate!

I’ll silently, secretly, come to your door;
We’ll glide to the kitchen, where coffee you’ll pour.
We’ll sip it down slowly and have a good time,
And then I will read you a love-loving rhyme.

Then after, I’ll kiss you, and you will kiss me,
With smooth after-taste of that purest coff-ee;
And we will laugh softly that nobody hear,
And you will surrender your self to your dear.

O Lady, my Lady, my Lady so fair,
O Loveliest loveliest anywhere,
Oh, what are you doing tonight for a date,
For coffee drinking, and no coffee mate!

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