Why, do I write? I was born to do just this!
I write to free my mind … which, gives me right
I am not a goddess, am an artist with pen-paper
With a torch to love …

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With squid’s ink that can be reuse …
Proof is God’s woods holds rain-sunned in
He’s no other but, our God that, till this date

A hero, pinned to a cross nails and all
A Superman, the only one not made of steel
The real Houdini, no one can replace nor race
The real magician, rose a man from their grave
… And from the dead

He’s a philosopher of words
Preached loved not hate
He sad with sinners and those with plaques
He had no plaque in his walls but, love

Now, I claimed to be a soldier of words …
That I like to defend it to serve me, right
To release subjects and contents by the oceans
For my countrymen and countryside’s to witness

In all sides of the USA and elsewhere …
With courtly rights, to declare my bravery
In words and penmanship …
Onto a ship that waved our flags

I write to the mountains and skies
To the moon and multiple of suns
To the sons and daughters of yesterdays
They may be in the graves, as they can’t say

To the children of today’s …
To the offspring’s’ of tomorrows
To the sorrows of the day, to go away
To the death of the day to disappear melt away

To those oceans, where its life don’t divide
To the weak and meek to stand strong
To the Italians of the days, whom printed art
To the Russians, whom rose music 2new heights

To those scientists, like Galileo Di Vincenzo de’
Galilei, a Florence man, astronomer of his days
A physicist and engineer by day, polymath born in Pisa, could he eat pizza today and every day?

He marked his prints with his sparks …
Today, is in ink and in the parks, we hear of him
Through history
Thus, man’s work never fails

He never proved …
To be weak but, could think
We can give him credits
For his unique hands and mind

Like his notifications and observations
Of many sciences of things …like the sunspots
The moon’s craters as pitted/mountains
The phases of Venus …

Jupiter’s moons, Milky Way stars
There’s still more …
Like the pendulum of our clocks
With his telescopes Jupiter’s 4 moons

He knew was no hoax in his mind of stars
He saw onto the future
With maturity or none
Life 1564- 1642, blind sadly with melodies

A true genius of his time … with a glass of wine
Like Michelangelo, a masterpiece
Where do man of the past get educated?
With no other, then the God’s?

Is it Athena, of Athens wisdom to no ends
In medicine, handicrafts, the arts
Commerce with verse … as is poetry
War of passion with endless reactions

Apollo: Music, medicine and sun
Calelus: Sky, theology, iconography, literature
Cupid: No other but love … you be that God
That often judge not me

Luna: Goddess of moon
Flora: Of flowers
Jupiter: Thunder and sky
Juventas: Youth

Saturn: Renewal, regeneration, liberation, wealth
Time, clone could also be among
Venus: Love/beauty
Terra: Earth
Vis: God of force, power and the all might

Mars: God of war
Mercury: That God of tricksters, messenger
Travelers, shopkeeper
Neptune: God of sea and earthquakes
What: Exactly God don’t see

Athena, Greek; Minerva, Roman
The God’s are asleep not too deep
The real one died
still lives today … and the rest of the days

Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet

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