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The Giants March
  

 Mountains and hills float above the morning mist, like 
   islands in
 a prehistoric sea, and I have come again to the giants march,
 where their arms, whiter than the clouds, flail round and round
 in the Djinn-laced air.
 I have come to the giants march when sun is rising to make them 
   glow,
 and when sun has set them into deep dark shadows,
 I have known them as a welcome landmark in my travels to 
   and from
 the land of brown skies and heat.
 I see their numbers increase with each passing, and I am 
   heartened
 that there is some hope for the creatures and humans
 in this world of corruption on many levels, the giants
 stand above it all, the giants march in place.
  
 ~ Natalia Corres 

Natalia Corres, retired tech whisperer, has written weekly web news for Examiner for 3 years, as well as publishing a Pet Services Directory for her local area and blogging.  She enjoys writing poetry, non-fiction, and urban fiction; as well as providing creative assistance to others in film and animation projects.

Motivation
  
 The whole day stretched before me
 To work on all this mess
 Dust bunnies danced along the shelf,
 Much laundry, I confess.
  
 I scrunched down in my favorite chair.
 My pans were mucked in swill.
 I wondered what to tackle first –
 The socks piled in a hill?
  
 While I yawned and stretched my arms 
 A towel fell off its rack.
 My virgin sweeper stood at ease
 With cobwebs on its back.
  
 My family will arrive here soon
 To meet their humbled home.
 They’ll ask me what I did today.
 I’ll say, “I wrote a poem.”
  
 ~ Connie Williams 

Connie Williams is a wife, mom, grandma, and retired teacher.  She has published articles, curriculum, and children’s chapter books.  Oh, and surprisingly enough–one poem, this one.  Check out her first attempt at a website: https://connie-a-williams.wixsite.com/mysite

A F T E R

 After there’re no mountains left to climb
 After there’re no poems left to rhyme
 After there are no more problems left for me to solve
 After there are no more urgent conflicts to resolve
 After goals I set no longer shine
 After things I wished for all are mine           
 I will still find happiness in everything we do, and
 Want for nothing more than just to always be with you.
  
 After dreams we dreamed have come to pass
 After Autumn’s leaves have cloaked the grass
 After all the hard times and the good times we have known
 After all our children are grown up and on their own
 After there is time to smell each rose.
 After doors once open slowly close
 I will still find happiness in everything we do
 And want for nothing more than just to live my life with you.
  
 ~ Nelson Varon 

In addition to being a musician and a writer of song lyrics & poems, Nelson Varon was a NYC school teacher, the founder of Nelson Varon Organ Studios in NYC,       a published songwriter & author of PlayNow Method For All Organs. He wrote  feature articles for The Music Trades  magazine, and How to Open a Piano & Organ Store (a chapter in the industry publication, How To Open A Music Store) and the short story, Fixing Things.  He was also the founder, publisher & editor of The Music & Computer Educator magazine, and the founder of Kern Piano Mall, in Bakersfield.