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Microbiology. What is it? What does Microbiology have to do with you? This field of study is a key part of our world from science to medicine. Doctors rely on microbiologists to help them diagnose and treatment plans. Environmentalists take cues from microbial evidence in air and water. And there is so much more! Get ready for a fast-paced look at science at work as Minerva Garcia opens the door to the Lab to welcomes you to the world of Microbiology.
You know with a friendly note
There are slogans …
Some better than others
This one, matters to me most of all
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I say and question “Does time really
heal all and old wounds?”
As the heart continuously pumps red blood
Does it matter who you are
and/or it doesn’t matter who you are?
I have to pause and think!
Yea, you do the thinking now!
There comes entry of storms … earthquakes
Tsunamis, tornados, cyclones, hurricanes
Mon-STR-OUS floods not from a waterfall
Terrestrial episodes from the unknowns
Where can you hear the spirit break?
The human breakdowns from psychopaths
With an unhealthy brain and demonic heart
We cannot blame it to climate change!
Which episodes are the worst from all?
I believe betrayal, rape, intentional disloyalty
As hurt, cruel setup like false accusations …
Damages with personal hurt, horrific beatings
Hostile environmental followed by toxic
Defamation of character followed by hostile
and harrassment in every form with beatings
Definitely not human mistakes …
Most disqualifying form of unkindly acts
Are the demonic curses human’s performs
Who is not nice all … be aware
Of these wolves and/or zombies
Not now at my age
I like to describe
As how to recognize
These unfriendly guys or gals
They enter in discreetly as a good samaritan
Their rotten soul is what you must know
You must not listen but learn to observe
You got to recognize and walk away from dirt
… it is what they are
It is not negativism …
It is the reality of an ugly of not humane
It is the devil dressed in white
You must know it is a disguise not in quiet
… but in the rottenness in forms
It is like a deadly infectious disease
Like bread onto a mould as it grows
As it crawls onto your skin
You got not to touch it … throw it and let it go
Their toxic tongues releases toxins
Are the worms worn on their jeans
As they carried on their human genes
They are torn having no love …
Know more … of this pathogenicity
It’s origin as appears tough
In order to proof have love but, not
Is a cement-sicken brain demented and twisted
Their love is hate …
It is painted all over their face
They live in a prison … their cell is hell
They allow themselves never to escape
They leave endless of hate
Everywhere they go … allergies
They seek hate never love …
They reverse love to hate
Every bridge they cross
They never escape …
Their morals is more hate
In order to multiple more of themselves
Let’s bring them out … even they have gout
Do not fall in their trap be wise
Please recognize their hate
No need to rate, please escape
… Walk away to not get contaminated
They’re wolves with two legs instead of four
They speak not nice …
They point their fingers at your face
Thinking they rule over you, not true
Do not become like them
To be accepted …
Pray and always walk away
Is better to join love than that gang of hate
They may think …
By sticking to their crowd
They’ll triumph over you
Know stand alone with God
… be that tiny star up in that sky
… twlinkling and wrinkling at you
… it is a smile from God
It’s not a war … It’s not vengeance or revenge
Forgive and pray as He may say “They do not
Know what they do!”
Set the stage to know what they doing!”
They are dead and you are not!
… know love lives and hate is death
I do not want war
I do not want revenge
I do not want to make up
That’s because, none deserves me
Going back to that saying …
I say time do not heal all and/or old wounds
You die with it and I believe you must learn
It is nice to walk with caution and be equipped
… it’s what I learned
The sun fades …
The clouds disappears
The moon goes away
The sun-rays wakes us up
… yea, the sun-rays wakes us up
That arrow structure pain …
As it pieced heart
You may call it … emotional trauma
I call it insane is what they are?
With a broken heart …
As they left you scared
How to make it fade?
I say is shape and dull to let it go
… yea, I say is sharp and dull to let it go
Try to master only love
Then hate will go …
Now, place your hands next to your heart
Let the light in God enter in …
Believe never in their dark rules
Their policies and procedures to rule with hate
Got to be changed and bury hate
In order to wake up love …
Some may say …
I’ll take days, months, years and therapy
I say an eternity to erase hate …
You got to bury your head with love
… their mistakes not yours but, theirs
Now is the time to be wise to rate
Their cruel acts from 1 to 100
I say was the worst a chance
You should never take …
They desire a calculation
Though or seconds …
The phase that is “nail by nail, tooth by tooth”
What does it mean?
You got to fight like a lion
and run like a marathoner
Pray all your days …
… and never let love escape
You got to bring those perpetrator to justice
You can’t let them get away
With their injustice …
You got to be strong aim for the light
You must stop them in their acts
In order to bury their hate
You cannot let them get away
As hurting others must be stopped
I like to open a school where everyone’s hurts
Will go away …
I will let it to continue to exists not
I would bury all the hate
By planting new seeds of love
How to start?
I must start by reaching
To the deepest and highest mountain
Listen to its echos that is God …
I would start to listen
To every confused heart
Especially every sadden ones
I would dig an imaginary hole and enter love
Then, I would magnetize the melodies …
Make their heart numb with peaceful sounds
Remove all of their painful memories
Add love and place hate in a box
I would cement it and seal it
I would throw it at the Pacific Ocean
I would never be see again as corals grows on it
A promise I like to keep en mi alma de azul
… My blue soul that is gold
Know time is transient …
Would I allow time to be a friend?
How to define time?
We know, that at time is not a friend
Because why is it good people die?
Why the bad one gets to live?
Life is fair?
I say not because not everyone finds love!
Going back to the slogan
How to comprehend grief
When at the end
Is never fair?
Like looking …
I to a black mirror …
You know can only see darkness
You got to see the light never the dark
I would change every clocks …
I would break every mirrow holding hate
I would look at God’s splendors
Question Him why must have hate?
… Why must have live?
… It must be bury
I would break down every rules
I would make it straight and right
I would change every dark heart
I would bring light bury black in their heart
I would wake up every good heart
I would make every untarnished souls natural
I would bring love back …
I would give every heart in hurts the light
I would make all their wrongs right
I would give them all the greatest
Of gifts …
That is love …
That would be …
Ahead a new start at love
Give a heart full of love
Leaving no regrets only ove
Ease their pains … ask God endless peace
By removing all their past of hate, How?
As they sleep ask more of God
To bring them love …
I like to give and bring closure …
To the broken hearted and grieved hearts
To stay with love instead
By letting all go …
In order
To live
and keep love
… Amen
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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There are forces …
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Love pulls and enters …
As a magnet and goes when none
The most powerful force is love
Let me focus on love …
Love makes us grow to perfection
It’s through love we here on this planet Earth
Are the reasons …we’ve birds
As it seeks more of it in groups
Flowers, trees, honeybees, our ocean’s floors
And flowers flourishing with it
… as gives us treats to eat
I want to connect and make it short
The theme of love and express it
Even defend it
It’s the reasons
We all must grab love
You got to grab it to the fullest
Like a magnet
Take it full strength
My writings doesn’t have to lengthen
I as try to explain love
All writers have explained it already
As I go … just have to flow with love
As I the see the moon
As silently grabs and pulls
The ocean tides
As its bride
Can I tell why it doesn’t seem to be alone?
The strength of the ocean and the moon
Are indeed bride and groom
It prefers sand as its children
There’s rivers where you can see water flow
As tiny creeks in different lines
Fills the landscapes …
There you do not want to escape
If a preference … of peace and love
To stay hearing the birds chirp
It’s call to mate … as a slow rate
Take a plate feed the chicks waiting to be
I can see the sun leave
As tomorrow will welcome in
I can hear the new babes cries
Is hungry alright, it had arrive on time
Soon will grow and crawl
A new young comes fine tune
From its mother’s womb
It smells her perfume of love
She’ll protect her young and all of her offspring’s
In the winter and spring
She spring ahead every year
To get ahead …
Soon, will be another year
The start of school, college, a new job and …
Marriage and offspring of its own
Nature always has it’s way … a cycle of life
Evolution takes an illusion
To be what aught to be
Is it fate?
Let’s have faith by grabbing all the love today
We know today …
Tomorrow will come
For some not for all
Take today with love
Let hate go
Never tempt it
To bring it back
Be glad is gone
Take love
Love, love
… and only
Love!
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The legacy for my new granddaughter, Ava Wynn are collections of my memories …
In dialogues in words from my mind and
My heart it has traveled far and then anew
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I would forever love my Ava Wynn
I would like to buy more time to God
If it were ever, for sell
It, would be the first in line
Yea, I would be the first in lines
No matter how long …
I would wait an eternity online to reach this prize
I would go that extra mile for you, Ava Wynn
To see your life’s milestones, endless
My dearest Ava Wynn
A beautiful lady, you’ll be for sure
It’ll be every week, months, years
As all comes …
With a first time
Your first steps and words
Your baptism, birthdays, graduations, games
And wedding day … The birth of your child
Now, more years and ages and time as it goes. My gray hair and my skin wrinkled all with love
… Time has passed with love
What is love?
I like to describe it to my Ava Wynn
Love is not a thorn that cuts
Love is a rose with God in it
I know, my love has grown more like Mount Everest the very moment I saw you, Ava Wynn
How does it feel?
Feels like the sun
As my heart grown
As it warmth with the sun
My mind happy thanks more to my Ava Wynn
Her love is that of the sun …
What do I wish for you? Not money nor fame
For my granddaughter, Ava Wynn
I wish you endless of love to keep you happy
I wish you financial success to secure your love-
… Your life. I had to pause
I want financial freedom for you
I want peace of mind for you
I want most and above all and above all
Always God leading your heart
May you always have respect
Yourself and others …
Love your mom and dad endless
Besides for you gifted you with life
They love you endlessly … Like your grandma Mimma and your grandpa, Jose
May your life be blessed like the sun, bright
May you always take the lead …
Be a leader not a follower
Take a legacy of love
Work always hard
Never give up …
True legends and legacy lives on
It’s through dedication and hard work
Let no one else tell you otherwise …
Be wise and strong
Know only the strongest … survives
Survival of the fittest by Charles Darwin
Always keep this in mind!
An evolutionary theory all to real
Live to survive … be strong and determined
I leave you a legacy of truths
I leave endless of prints with my heart that writes
Fill it nice with love, never ever place it with hate
It should never exist in your vocabulary
Always triumph
Never accept failures
Make yourself proud
Then you always succeed …
By being truthful and honorable
I leave you a legacy of love
I leave you all of my love
May you live and always carry you on …
My precious and dearest tiny Eva Wynn
A woman of knowledge you’ll become
At one month a feisty little one …
You’re my little hero
You’re my champ
I am your cheerleader
I am your grandmother, Mimma
I give my life in a second for you …
I waited 9 months
Too see and greet you
You’re perfect to me
An intellect at one-month
Yea, just at one moth
I had to pause …
For all the endless love, I’ve for you
How I know?
I moved endless of mountain for you
You make noise like a free bird … yea
Your first doctor’s appointment, a lady
On your first Fourth of July
You showed a free spirited baby …
A hero to me you already are
You sweet and precious
A special child of God …
An Angel from Heaven is all you are
A gift from God sent to your mom and dad
Nicely wrapped July 3 not by FedEx …
Yea, Year 2026!
I want to wrap all the memories
In a clear heart …
In your precious little heart, I found love
I can only imagined …
All of life’s treasures watch you grow up
But, I have to wait
Until, you grow up
I want to send you gifts not in a envelope
But memories when you grow up …
When you get to read this …
Remember, it came from my heart
A DNA unit of genes …
When you ware blue genes
Read it as you sit on your bed quietly
Think of love and peace with God in it
It is unconditional love, I am sending you
It doesn’t come within … it comes far from within
But, with the red blood of my heart
Gather all your integrity and respects
From the land of Spain …
As I prayed hard to God for a son
Your dad came name James
Patriot Saint of Spain named… born April Fool’s
Everyone thought I would be childless
Is what my doctor who said …
I was meant to be a mom
This way, Eva Wynn would have a home
Remember wisdom …
Know your grama Mimma name Minerva
Minerva, Roman goddess of wisdom
She holds an owl to proof she wise!
Athena, Greek mythology she forced, fierce, strong, willful, determined with a focus on the Intellect the arts … you get the picture
The are prints from my head
I leave you with honor …
A clean name of the Garcia’s
Keep it always clean and above all like the stars
May you always be blessed by God’s angels
You’re an angel of God
You are loved
Always know that
You are loved, endlessly
I give you a gift … That is always to built love, strength, endurance and proceed life wisely
Walk always with peace quietly …
Dismiss noise and seek God’s peace, instead
Know more that your grandma was the first
To earn a college and masters degree
From her family, a published Microbiologist,
A guest speaker at Vancouver International
… Conference, a speaker at Harvard New Research School of Science, a NYC Marathoner
In 1997, first time terrestrial event finished
Time 3:37 with a pulled muscle
Know your grand mother never gives up
Get this trait neither should you … your grandma
Was a cheerleader, basketball player, track Team, student government Secretary …
Vice President of her class and endless
Accomplishments for many never enough!
Live by your standards, while fulfilling others not
Needing to succeed
… while keeping yours dreams
Keep wisdom bottled hate
Walk through life light …
Keep always a nice smile
Know who are the fools never you
Ava Wynn …
As your tiny heart grows
May the greatest of the Lord
Fill it with endless love and protect it always
Ava Wynn …
I love you as a tiny seed
I love you the very moment I saw you
I will always pin you to my heart
My dearest Ava Wynn
… Mimma will always love you
My precious
Precious, precious Ava Wynn
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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In Dominican Republic (DR) stood three
Incredible souls … died forcibly by a dictator?
Lets ask question then proceed with answers
“How did the Maribal’s sisters influenced
… the women’s movement?
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Three sisters murdered by the dictator of DR Rafael Trujillo … because of their activism
All three were assassinated November 25, 1960
The awakening of the Women’s Liberation
Emerged late 1960’s .. 1963 and 1970 stretched
As in 1966 Betty Friedan’s book …
The Feminine Mystique …
Where National Organization for Women
Known as NOW (NOW)
Awoke the consciousness to be free …
Women of the world followed by this realism
Minerva, for her increased interest in the …
Political system became a threat as Trujillo
Had taken a love interest in her
she refused then slapped him
The other two sisters Patria and Maria Teresa
Fought and refused to give in to the dictatorship
And for their beliefs were tortured and sacrificed
Alive! They aimed to call themselves …
Las Mariposas, the butterflies
An underground name
In secrecy they strived
It was … Minerva
The braver of them
Las Mariposas by name, they became …
Credit goes to Salma Hayek … in the movies
For portraying Minerva based on Julia Alvarez Novel, where these women became symbolic
They turning themselves …
From simple unknown women
To the foundation of fighting a tyrant
They became known as “Las Mariposas”
The butterflies … With two lives like a caterpillar
Dead now alive …Today, and always will be Renamed three sisters died but, are more alive today than that of yesterday’s …
It should be known …
With the movement by their three husband’s
Called “14 June Movement” nicknamed 1J4
In Puerto Plata engraved, are their names
Patria hid weapons in her home …
To fight the Trujillo regimen …
A regime of endless wars with its women
Yea, today the Marbal’s sisters
One’s of DR iconic heroines …
Yea, iconic heroines! The start of women’s movement … Minerva had no fear …
Wanted to be an attorney to free its people
At the end she died like a true hero
Not in the Greek Mythology
In real life died aiming for freedom
La libertad … y amor puro, pure love
They rest today at the mausoleum
An extension of National Pantheon
Their death was not for nothing …
To the Dominicans, they seen as hero’s
They symbolized Dominican liberty
They served as proof that once’s lived
Three beautiful women souls’ who taught
… and died for freedom for their full beliefs
Being tortured by Trujillo regime they remained Symbols for woman’s power of popular
And feminist resistance … November 25, 1960
A date to remember not to-be forgotten
The UN General Assembly inked to remained
The date of 11/25, be forever remembered!
International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women all over the world …
How were they murdered?
Upon arriving from visiting their jailed husbands’
Dictator Trujillo send his men to ambush them
First killing their driver, then they were strangled
Making sure they died tragically
They were beaten with clubs
Pushed off a cliff …
As to pretend an accident occurred
Like Jesus Christ!
They suffered … In the name of freedom
Minerva, will always stand out
Along her two sisters
I must say and state
Why the innocents
Get all the blame?
They tend not to fight but, smile
Why is that it takes death …
To awake man’s consciousness?
Let’s mention Eric Garden dying by police arms
And chokehold … neck and chest compressed
George Perry Floyd died …
In Minneapolis, Minnesota
By four police officers
By asphyxiation …
His last words
“I can’t breathe!”
Know, we all deserve free air
It doesn’t cost a thing …
For Mr. Floyd, it caused his life …
Daphy Michel, a Haitian woman
Seeking political asylum
Died in the hands of ICE?
Why may I say?
Because after …
Released from prison
Hyperthermia kicked in!
Seeking warmer environment …
She found refuge on a bus terminal …
In Pittsburgh, she left her cries as a frozen flesh
No one heard her last words as she passed on!
America, wake up …
Since when have we become
A country of hate …
They are all searching
For the American Dream …
Just like all immigrants do
Give them a hand …
Not a baton of hate!
Do not place hate in your heart as Satan!
Do not kill them … give instead, a bottle of water
Listen to their voices of Americans
Who still have love …
Know …
They are all free
Just like …
You and me
I like to end with three friends. They are all … In heaven, I had to pause! All saints their Sacrifices were that of the greatest
They needed no friends on planet Earth
It was God himself …
Recognizing these pure souls
On their heads are crowns
Made out of the most unusual elements
Not found from this Earth
Minerva, Maria Teresa and Patria
Are in God’s possession
Every November 25th
God plans His time
With three women’s
They take the lead after Him
Their love, being one of greatest
Their sacrifices were endless
Until this day, not a day …
Goes by without paying homage to
To three women’s soldiers …
Who by its history
Through motherhood
Took DR as their fight
Now in Heaven, they all are
November 25 … Let it be known
That once lived three sisters in DR
That fought super hard
… for democracy
They are not dead
They are move alive today
Then that of all of yesterday
Let it be known …
That is worthy of notification
To bless these three women
For all women of the past and
Who are still present in our days
Trujillo was killed
Upon Dominicans
Hearing of the dead of the three sisters
Known as simply “The Butterflies”
I get butterflies in my stomach …
To learn and keep them nice and clean
Let’s not dirty them but, visit their graves
They all left this Earth clean …
With the greatest of sacrifice
Freedom, loyalties for its people
Dominicans all have a hero in Heaven
The most sacred of places is DR by name
Let me raise my right hand for the USA
A daughter of America … Where I left my home
Is the USA I protect and die for …
Even if I have to crack all of my bones
Let’s remember November 25
For all the women’s violence
Of the days … cry with them
Never let ugly bad creature’s grab your peace
Toss aside their revenge
Take it to the cemetery as hate
Dig the deepest whole …
Now take hate and bury hate
Toss out the shovel …
Before you walk away with hate
Throw all the dirt on it …
Now pray, no men will take up the dead
Wake up love …
Then walk away
Now place your right hand across your heart
Hear it as its best, it’s pumping all its blood
Grab all the love now, spread the new seeds of Love. Don’t forget to water it often
Before it goes dry …
Pick up love dismiss all the hate
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Friday Kahlo, who was she? What can we say?
She stood for … a woman of substance
An opening for women’s lib and/or to be free
… at last, free from pain-dying without fame
… coming to life after death despite
… not her wish
… she never wanted to come back
… she immortal, with her art pin 2her heart
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Let’s look at Dr. Rosalind Franklin …
The true champion and discoverer of the
DNA double helix …
Who took all this glory?
Two men James Watson & Francis Crick
Grabbed all the knowledge … with heights
Data from Rosalind in 1953 credits stolen
Like a chitter running fast with her brain cells
All cheaters and murderer of her name …
We know today, the true champion and hero
A woman with a name Rosalind Franklin
… a brillant scientist and doctorate
… of her time, ahead of times!
Dr.Franklin of X-Ray refraction
With photo-51 … lets credit her
As demonstrated the double-helix structure
The DNA: Deoxyribonucleic-Acid
The dynamic molecules …
For which all genetic info/instruction takes place
Involved in all steps …
Of the development of cells, and all living cells
2strong women, Frida Kahlo & Dr. Franklin
Two minds, sadly buried without a name nor Fame they rose from the dead … the dead sea
Gave and saw them rise, reasons are alive
Today in full prints … I had to pause!
Let’s try to answer and give a salute to Frida!
She was a Mexican artist … dying July 13, 1954
At Casa Azul in Coyoacun, Mexico
Like Jesus, she suffered greatly!
Contracted polio at 10, accident at 18
Left with increase pain & immobilized
Way 2survive to seek the art or become an MD?
We’re in her head to escape dumbness
… elevate with fresh brain cells pin 2her torso
Through excruciating pains, she endured!
She pushed on …
Seeking life’s free from pain
She meet husband Diego Rivera, an artist
… some called him fatso, El Gordo
… to her it was love
… Does appearance matters? Not to her!
He took her on …
She sought his advice for the arts
Instead, a husband she grabbed
She didn’t get left back by his tricks
She moved on, childless …
With multiple of miscarriages
Was motherhood in the cards?
Not for her …
She hated his infidelities …
She loved his passion for the arts
She pure art … pain, pin to her heart left floored
She left self portraits of herself never 2die
A self-described painter
Saw pain as her new art
Portraying herself the focus of art
In her paintings … she left her heart dark black
On the floor…
Was it art or pain?
Was it herself in her head
Or the head of her imagination?
It was a desperate need to release her pains
… as she forgot how to breath
… taken less and less breaths
She divided between the seeks of …
A painter or MD, this reason she left
Her heart on the floor paintings of self portraits
… painting “The Heart, 1937”
Why is great works are rarely discovered?
After an artist dies? Well, they never die
… as they blossom, with full life Frida proclaimed I’ll never come back gone free from pains …
Her last passage “Viva la vida”, Long Live Life
“Long live, life!”
How sad …
For an artist
To die … Thinking she not an artist!
Never a mother, a wife husband a dirt bag
Unfaithful, a loser, a cheater …
She still loved him, til the end prefer death
Looking back at Rosalind
With photo-51 …
Proved the evidence needed
It was mathematical measures
Lead super scientists …
To direct, construct and trust
The development of the DNA model
To be exact that today we celebrate science
A new era of molecular match …
The spiral stairs to walk up in the air
To all the advances of science …
We credit Rosalind Francis not 2men or 3 men
Her Alma mater, London at King’s College
Her assistant, Raymond Gosling
Captured high resolution of the DNA
Thru X-ray-crystallography… in 1953 of a date
The credit went to 2false men or three
1952 image of “X” shape twisted DNA = helix
Yea, twisted DNA double (=) helix
1953 as Watson & Crick’s utilized data
Provided by Maurice Wilkins of Photo-51
… Unpublished calculations
… at Cambridge University
… published 1953 in Nature journal
At the end, Franklin’s
Own conclusions
Set prints …
In April 1953
Why is it … Watson & Crick
Gets all the credit?
Man of yesterdays’ and still today
In their head’s can still claim
“Women, belong in the kitchen!”
Thinking, women have no brain cells
As they go to bed empty-handed, no brain cells
They wake up with their wife’s cells …
Thief in the night they?
Women of science …
Before you go to bed, ware a solid helmet
Protect your brain cells … do not give it away
To false men!
It is yours! How to prove it?
Do not open your mouth …
Keep it shout, this way no flies enters in
Your defense are in your head to defend
Where did credit go to?
To a woman of integrity and increase knowledge
But, to 3 men instead:
James Watson, Francis Crick & Maurice Wilkins
In the area of:
Physiology and Medicine
The Noble Prize …? Yes!
The highest merit in science
With this prize these men pursuits their claims
With updates as genetic info strive
Flowing info from …
DNA to RNA to proteins
The twisted helix, a ladder: phosphate-sugar, its backbone outside . As complimentary nucleotide base pairs center: A-T (Adenine-Thymine) & G-C (Guanine-Cytosine) caught the eyes of futuristic
… we now know of today true meaning
… that is science!
What does Frida Kahlo & Rosalind Franklin
Have in common?
Their work as timed were both stolen
Either by time and/or by cruel men!
… Do you agree and/or disagree?
Women of today … Wake up!
Do not let your work be stolen by cruel men
Let yourself get credit …
This way, science is on your side!
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Look at the babe’s eyes …
Are the mirrors of your soul’s
Can you turn your baby brown eyes blue?
Does God owes you?
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(Kera-to-pigmentation) spreading like wild fires worldwide… Let’s credit French ophthalmologist
Who discovered the New Eyes Paris clinic
… Came to full life
His name? Dr.Francis Ferrari
A cosmetic procedure …
Called “Femtosecond Laser Assisted Annular
Keratopigmenation” and/or FLAAK …
Let’s further elaborate
What’s involved here?
Info: The color of the eyes determined by the iris
This will remain the same …
The color of the iris stays
It will be hide … How?
By coloring the space in front of the cornea
Think of it like the contact eyes
Utilizing a laser …
Creating a circular incision
Through which, will inject the color
These are the colors most wished
A transition from dark color
To a range of these:
Dark to light shades
If pigmentation that …
In popularity not singularity
To an olive green, pistachio, Riviera blue
Honey gold and ocean blue …
What color next? Aliens big eyes?
Let’s focus on the Lord …
The “Eyes of God”-
Represents omniscience
Constant watchfulness
Delicate amazement
Of our Lord creations’
As it sees all things
As his pursuit to protect those dearly devoted
… to Him and only Him
He, a jealous God
Do not worship idols
He expects Him, the only true King
As He sees all humans illuminated
With His daily perfume …
It’s through His symbol and oath
He seeks and reach His pursuits not in a suit
He reaches the surfaces
With His incredible heights
He sees and sends regards
In actions and motives …
Where’s the eyes of God?
God is flesh …
God is invisible and visible
He owns every single one of us
We’re His possessions …
He reacts when you behave not nice
He prefers to spank every time one goes mad
Unless you diagnosed schizophrenia…
Because, our God is in full in spirit …
The words “Eyes” are to be made whole
It is considered “Anthro-pomor-prisms
Theoretically and clearly … we are God’s
… possessions and His imperfections
He still loves us …
Be good never bad
Trust Him never a sneak
Don’t get even but, pray
He protect us …
He never hates us
He, life never death
Why then we died?
Because, through His love
He takes us to a better place
If you been good …
If ever bad, you got to cry from your heart “red”
… Tears, never black
… Is red, pink dark blue inside like the cornea
… Of your eyes
Going back to the eyes of God
The “Helix Nebula”
A dying star …
Never a dying galaxy
As Astronomers comes to full life
As they learn to describe “NGC 1232”
What is NGC 1232?
A spiraling galaxy and/or The Eyes of God!
It is 650 light years away …
In the constellation Aquarius
It is the closest Helix Nebula closes to Earth
It reflects and resembles a gigantic eye
It is the death of sun-like star
It is a star … Slowly dying
As never awakes-now gone mad
and death, enters in …
Shedding off a dying red eye’s
As it bursts its outer layers
Of enormous gas into space
Becoming hot and hotter
… all its core
… All compressed in it
… All remains a mess
As s a giant white dwarf
Go ahead …
Go for it …
Grab a telescope
What you see but, a giant Helix Nebula
It’s the beauty of the sun
To give us light …
For our eyes to captured 15 minutes
Of the splendors of the sun …
Go ahead …
Mourn the morning, the burning away
The Helix Nebula also called “Eye of Sauron”
This Eye, is it really God in it?
… As He cried shedding gas and clouds
… For all to see, indeed He’s God
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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What is nutrition? Is the science of good eating
The impacts of eating healthy … our body, how
Our human bodily system acts and interacts
On life’s stability to nutrients …
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Nutrition is food to the tummy as yummy
Nutrition, what would Neal say?
“I prefer my girlfriend … is what Neal would say
… with the utmost respect, healthy she is!”
When I see her … I don’t eat!
Is her that I tend to think
She feeds me with all her love
We sustained each other with endless love
We do eat and keep things nice and neat …
We eat meat, the proteins, drink milk for strong bones, carbohydrates, fats, minerals, salads
Vegetables, fibers, vitamins, and plenty of water
… with an increase sleep and exercises
With in intake macronutrients
Large amounts of….
With the next of micronutrients
Small amounts …
Is all, I’ll ever need because, together we cared
Who is she? She is Tori not from the Bronx
Birthday of June 3, a Island girl and super
I wished, I would take her to my prom
… Is what Neal would say
I love her so much
I respect her …
For all, she is …
She means the world to me and more than that!
… Is what Neal, would say!!
If you ever ask me “Why, I feel like this?”
Is what Neal, would state
Is because, she makes me complete
I’ve felt her cries in and out … and I’ve died
Is her love … That wakes me up
When she suffers, I suffer too
… It’s us dying together than, we wake up
We become anew and newly loved
I would die for her, this is what Neal would say
She dies too … for me, this I know
We will always love each other …
We the perfect couple but, don’t tell her dad
What would Neal say? If you ask him?
I think, he’ll take Tori in his arms
There would never be no harm
He would never let her go!
“At times, I want to kill those who’ve hurted her
Is what Neal, would say!
I know, I would take endless blows
I would go to jail if I have too
She my nutrients that I need
… Is what Neal, would state
Is for her that I live
TIL the day I die
In my coffin
I need her love
I will always love her
I am Neal, her love
She the nutrients of my heart
She owns my heart …
I live for her
I die for her
She and I,
We’re one
To the very end of time
I’ll have her in my heart
I’ve pinned her in my heart and soul
She die with me ….
She will always have my heart”
I write these prints …
For my favorite great nice and her love Neal
Both are dear to me …
They’ll always be in my heart
I know, their love …
Will carry them afar …
Together they never depart their heart’s= 1
Their love have grown like the Pacific Ocean
They’ve stood the test of time
They’ve each other’s back
I forgot, they already have …
Now, should be easy sailing
I shall always love-’em … They’re pin to my heart
Tori, Neal and my sweetheart, my son, my
daughter-in-law and my new baby to come,
My grand child …. We all family and always will!
Minerva A. Garcia, your poet
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What is “Dark Matter”?
Does it matter to define it?
Does water plays any part in it?
Does it fall apart, as it moves afar and/or far?
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It’s the state and/or what holds all galaxies intact and/or together! We don’t know much!
Think of it like crazy glue that you had broken a piece of an object to secure, is what you …
… not a piece of tape
… but, that that holds infinity
… like a metal hat not paper works
… paper falls apart unlike metal
… opposite attracts like + and –
… think of it as God (hole), holding the galaxy
Its a giant and massive black hole at the center of a galaxy … it can’t be control with enormous E
Planets are held together by gravitational pulls
And/or gravity if not, planets would run like
… a schizophrenic energy (E)
… all out of control
… where you can’t control
… no meds can bring you back
… it’s runs like car without a break
It’s gravity that hold planets together …
If you take a look at a galaxy like our
Milky Way galaxy and Milky Way candy
You can’t cut a hole at the center, spins it
All inside is a forceful hole …
As you eat, you embedded and taken
For a full spin .,,
Yea, for a full spin
You trapped and can’t get out to enjoy it
You unwrapped …
At the center of all galaxies
A giant black hole exists …
As galaxy are held together by dark matter
Does it matter to understand this matter?
Dark matter hold the planets in space …
Dark matter drags the planet into its shape
Is not singularity but, an unknown force
Grabbing all in it …
It brings and carry planets into a galaxy
Without a black hole, planets wouldn’t exists
Nor galaxy needing each other to be …
… like you needing a mom and dad
A black hole is the darkest force …
Is the most powerful E, ever known
Is darker matter more than evil?
Is dark matter … More evil, than the devil?
… Is it the devil trapping all its dark matter?
Perhaps! I think no because,
Is the power of God … Holding us together
Is God the black whole?
He’d that finger and figure in-charge of dark E
Does it matter to describe as it pulls?
It’s an entry of a force …
Eating away all the lights -light years away?
It’s total darkness and most powerful of all E
I leave you to think!
I leave you with the powers of science
I leave you with the puzzled minds …
That grabs and takes E to reach to the top
Is science …
Is pure science
Is the best science
Is God in it …
God:
… is science
… and, He is
… Superiority
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Mother: You brought me life
You brought me joy …
You brought me not out of Egypt …
But, out of the womb with God’s perfume
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Is your lovely perfume of love that, I see
Is what I feel in my heart …
Is what, it was in your country that I was born
Mother, I lived …
for nine months in your country, first
I realized all your sacrifices
You done …
You shown me love
You’ve divided time …
You took 1% & gave me 99%
There’s no money to buy your time
You left Earth too soon …
… and, you going to leave me soon
I believe …
It was I, needing you more than Him
I been jealous of Him …
Taking you from my …
Was it, really your time?
As they say in the song in 1972 by James Croce
“Time, in a Bottle”
What is the 1st thing you do?
I had to pause!
Would you save it?
Until, eternity passed away?
Who would you spend it?
How far would you go?
How would you draw it first?
Would you write it with your heart’s blood?
Would you look up to God and make a bet?
Would you taste time?
If you did, how would it taste?
Would you accommodate your mom?
Would you fight, once again?
Would you cradle her before she goes?
Would you sit and cry with her?
Would you tell her, you love her?
Before, she goes how really sorry are you?
This time, would you give her your heart as a gift
Before she takes her last breath, a last kiss?
Before, she begs you to forgive her …
Because, no instructions she had
You must know, she did her best
It was in her heart none saw …
Her very own instructions … it was love
There was all the laws with love
To make you a man or a woman
Was the only best emotion she knew
That was love … You must know, it’s been
Through love you live and are alive
It’s through love you’ll reach your God
Now, think if you can save time in a bottle
What would you do?
Hug your mom?
If she’s dying, you beg God for a chance …
I leave you to think!
I leave you with specific questions …
Will you run with time …
Would you grab your mom
… and give her a huge hug
… will you tell her before her light ends
… mom, I love you today and always
If you leave me and go to heaven …
It is now, your new place and your home
You’ll always in my heart, mom
I was in your heart first …
Just …
Say …
I love you … mom
My most precious mom
Until, we meet again …
You, were the best mom
I love you mom … I love you mom
I always will …
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Who is the Greatest? Not Alexander the Great, Andre the Great, Houdini, Ted Turner; a television legend, Walt Disney, George Washington, president JFK! … This claim goes to Jesus Christ, the Super Star!
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How about, Saint John Paul, the II, Roman Catholic Church leader 1978-2005. God calls us Great and/or we call ourselves great!
The greatest man ever lived
The most dangerous man
The most powerful man …
The most holiest of all man
The created not the divider
The miraculous …
The Divide … the Omni-potent
The Omnipotent
The peacemaker
The lover of people
The One, Who forgives
The most apologia of all mankind
The walker of waters …
The turner of water into wine
The not magician raised Lazarus from the grave
The crucified man-death by man
The innocent man …
He, Who was betrayed
He, Who was spitted on
He, Who carried the Holly Cross
He, Who was innocent …
He, Who proclaimed love never hate
He, Who cured people’s with plaques
He, Who was rated a criminal-false claims
He, Who died never in vain …
But, to claim He the King of the Jews
No, but by man …
He claim, came from His Heavenly Father
He came through His Father
He from Heaven
He came directly
From God, the Father
He was born to rule
He, the only true king
He ruled with love …
With no pocket money
He sold to the highest traitor and bitter
His disciple, Judas
He not from this world
He, the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
The most misunderstood …
Person through generations
The most famous person in all times
He loved and all three person’s in One, is He
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Hantavirus should we panic?
Hantavirus any need to panic?
Hantavirus can it spray like CoVid, FLU or RSV?
What is Hantavirus?
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With the Oder Bunyaviruses …It is NEG-Sensed, Single-stranded RNA viruses, main disease “Hantavirus Pulmonary Syndrome (HPS)
Mostly found in the Americas with +cases by the
Mississippi River, Asia & Europe …
If there’s any cure however, supportive care
with management is recommended with oxygen
Regimen with breathing tubes and blood Pressure monitoring for best chance survival
So guess what? It’s a serous virus …
Since, survival rate is poor … therefore,
It is important to keep away from infected
Individuals rats, and mice dropping
In order to avoid the disease …
Yea, in order to avoid the disease
Symptoms can be Flu-like …
Fever, chills, fatigue, muscle aches
Respiratory complications
Short breaths, headaches, low BP
And, possible …
Respiratory failure with …
Severe abdominal pain-discomfort
With vomiting and diarrhea, this is serious!
How spread? Transmission of the disease is
Simply by direct contact and/or inhalation of Moyse/rat droppings, saliva, urine and water contaminated with the live virus …
E person-to-person possible way of transferring and/or passing the infection to other individuals?
Yes! Is possible by sharing utensils, close Contact with infected person, kissing-touching
… By saliva transmission …
Why am focusing on this ugly virus that can
Leave individuals to possible death?
It is not the Black Death, but could be to the
Victims because, of treatment is slow
… recovery that can lead to death!
Let mention recent cases in the cruise ship
MV Hondius with three passengers
Taken too early to their graves …
It was suppose to be a memorable vacation
Instead, turned the opposite for all! Who was the culprit? There seemed to be 2passengers Contaminated … A Dutch couple enjoying life’s Precious gifts and moments!
They traveled to Argentina, Chile and Uruguay
As reported, I heard bird watching …
As, they were! They, had-sad to learn of that News … How sad to learn of this news!
… One-today, dying side-by-side?
They must had come in direct contact with
The rat live Hantavirus being present!
Possibly feces and/or contaminated urine as
Fluids without knowing! Who can predict!
Viruses behave different while bacteria,
Are double stranded (ds) DNA layered as single
Circular chromosome in its cytoplasm …
It is known as “Nucleoid, composed of long-stranded helical & with supercoiled DNA strand
… molecule capturing genetic info
… for the microbe
Bacteria contains plasmids, a double circular bacterial DNA, doubled helix; which carries extra Genes … It’s an eukaryotic cell
Both are complicated structures: RNA Ss (viruses) vs Ds (DNA), Bacteria …
I hope, I’ve explained the importance
Of the structures .… Its mechanism
Between viruses vs. bacteria
It’s a complex world micro worlds of a system
Viruses are not unicellular, like bacteria
They’re a cellular, composed of cells
However, all viruses lack cytoplasm, cell membrane and organelles … viruses
… makeup are genetic materials (DNA or RNA)
… with a protein coat unlike your Winter coat
Going back to the couple, how sad to learn
Of their deaths! Let’s us not panic
But, remain calm as a whistle …
And, learn its facts, go on living!
… and enjoy life!
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Where’s the world of fashion situated?
In the city of Paris, New York City, India
Or Milan? Which city rules fashion?
If we vote, we all know is Milan!
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The stars comes out all at night, the city that Never sleeps but, if Mandani have it his way
An amoeba city we’ll be …
It will be super slow …
It’ll be the city that barely moves
… With a 15 miles per hour
It’ll be a slow city, we can’t back in times
We need to move forward
a theme as a dream …
Beams of lights sounds
Yea, sounds of the beats
To the beats of NYC, 42nd street
You aim to look
For sure …
your very best
with every beat
Who is the devil here?
Not the fashionista
Not the children
Never the new babes, they must claim the future
Now, I must ask:
“If the devil had a choice
Would he wear Prada?”
Why not Valentino, Ralph Lauren, Christian Dior
Cristobal Balenciaga, Yves Saint Laurent,
Giorgio Armani, Tom Ford, Louis Vuitton
Valentino Galvani, Karl Lagerfeld, Brunelli, yea Brunolli, no Brunello Cucinelli
… and Willy Chavarria … etc.
The devil is a beast dressed as unease
That feeds on worms …
Crawling on its belly …
Getting fat and fatter as he cut your arteries
It’s a black snake…
Where your whole body aches …
It’s not like you can have the cake & eat it 2!
“Yea, you can’t have your cake and eat it too”.
The devil
… is a psychopath
Crushing all the
… Right paths as Champions evil
The movie “The Devil Wears Prada was Exceptionally dramatic scenes for Ms. Meryl Streep, Ms. Anne Hathaway, Mr. Stanley Tucci
Characters to enjoy & envy by its fashion …
Who plays these characters by name?
Miranda Priestley (Meryl), Andy (Anne) Nigel (Stanley) dressed with its novel adaption of Lauren Weisberger’s “The Devil Wares Prada”
There’s two options la perhaps you chose
Fashionistas come out during awards Academy/Oscars (film), Emmy Awards (television), Grammy Awards (music), Tony
… Awards (theater), and/or The Met Gala?
All showing the very best of fashion
Who are these folks? There are all the
“It’s of the time!” The current and sometimes the old like Meryl Streep …
Don’t we all love fashion?
What is there not to like?
I think, showing your bare skin
Some may say “Why hide, when you got it!”
… Show it!
I say “Keep it private”
Am I old fashioned and/or shy?
I say, perhaps both …
Anyway, I’ve enjoyed both 1 and 2
You be the judge
Get a ticket … Get out of your sofa
You decide … be nice to the characters enjoy it!
They never die always repeats for all to see
I caught the movie
“The Devil Wears Prada 2”
On Thursday May 7, 2025 at 7PM
in NYC 42nd St … where people move and move
What did I think?
Andy matured …
Miranda seemed calmer
… and Nigel wiser!
How about us? We’ve aged with few grays
We gotten wiser and aged nicely like grapes
Now, it’s Generation X seeking claim
Yea, seeking and claiming their names
Maybe, their names in bright lights …
Who knows the future … it’s their’s to hold
Generation X … stand up and cheer … You got to go out and see the movie and you decide
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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?
You bleed, you love, you get hurt, you scream
When in pain, you cry from the insides …
You die for love and love for your fellow man
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No umbrella, you give’em one!
You pray and beg God to be your very best
You kneel to the skies and your God …
You feel your heart beats with God in it
You look at your soul
You look really hard
You look at your heart
… of the color of beets
Yes, is red and purple
Is God in it …To be human
You have to roar and explore …
What is to be human?
Is to be like everyone
Be naked and dumb!
Then, we are clothed and smart
And, different from everyone!
Is what we all have in common …
However, we not all born
With the same luck …
Some may be born into money …
Powers and potent parents
And some with poison
Some not …
Some with financial strength
While some, can say they born
Without a curse …
Some born with a curse?
Some lack of money
Money, not a luck!
Yea, it could be
How can that be possible?
An innocent babe born without privileges!
How unfair! Who says life is fair?
Who says, we are all equal?
It is the will of man to give your very best
To your offsprings in order to bring and spring ahead … Is a start to jump start ahead
Let’s look at a homeless man
Let’s take a new mom …
… whose husband’s died
Let’s further elaborate
A newborn …
Born without a mom
She died in childbirth
Now, a single dad …
To raise a babe …
Must wake up without a breast
As it produces its own milk
Only mom produces milk …
As this new born dad
With a new born babe
Has to risk it all
With endless love
To feed his child
For a future … to his offspring
How can you start ? To untrick a babe?
It seems like a trick on your cheeks!
It is lies in silence of cries feeling weak and trick
You do the math … and pick a lucky number
Perhaps, if you win the lottery
Your lucks starts to change
Change the locks of your doors
Now, you unlucky as everyone
Knicks at your door …
Seeking a piece of your lottery
You pray to switch back to poverty
Too late, you got your wish …
Get on your knees …
Beg your God for forgiveness
You aimed to be wealthy…
No longer seeking happiness-paper rich
As they say “You got your wish, be careful
“What you wish for, you might get it
It may come true!”
Is never too late to be extra good
You human …
Like everyone else
You will make mistakes
You will love and hate
Change your view in youth …
Never to hesitate to seek love and bury hate
Never to kill nor disregard, 10 commandments
Pray extra hard prefer to be poor and your best
Ready and be assure
To sit by the shore …
Stay quietly by the seashells
Start counting all the sands
When you finish
Start again …
You tell me
What number did you end up with?
Or, did you go to sleep
Because, you human
An impossible task
You can’t count!
All the sands …
You must leave it to God
Whose’s the only Person
Willing and capable …
Of performing such tasks
He is not human like you and I
He is more human
You may ask me why?
Because, He know our witnesses
Because, we humans’
I leave you with a message
Aim to be rich in love …
Great in spirit …
Love the Lord your mightiest
Love is all you need …
Love is peace in thoughts
Love is in abundance …
Is a blue light
Is dim …
Is never enough
Aim it …
Aim for it …
Is the greatest of the gifts
Love, love, love … love
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Liza Minnelli, an EGOT icon
What is EGOT?
Emmy, Grammy, Oscar and Tony
Awards winning … by Ms. Minnelli
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As an accomplished actor, musician & singer
An alto, she is … The daughter of Judy Garland
Does she lives in the garden?
Has she been in Madison Square Garden?
Yes, she has in 2001 and so on …
She can crack a joke …
Like she can crack an egg …
She’s funny, articulate and great singer
With passion and standards
And all … she can do it all
I felt bad in 2001
As her and Lady Gaga presented
The best picture in the Oscar of 2022
She stumbled over her lines …
Her enthuse and friend …
Michael Feinstein recalled
A frightened Liza …
Some thought
She was out of it … but, she wasn’t
Who could blame her
She’s always perfection
Ready to perform …
She can’t forget her lines
She was trapped
Like anyone else
Give her a break
Now, in a wheel chair!
That could be
Anyone of us
What went so wrong?
It was the teleprompter
Therefore, don’t blame her …She takes the cake And eat it too with uniqueness … and all
She’s a force never to mess with …
Her genes of a woman of all time movie hit
“The Wizard of Oz”
A triumph in her own right
You got to be not right to criticize Ms.Garland
Judy Garland was powerful with her acts
She left everyone behide … She moved ahead of every actress lines. She was ahead of her time
With her grace and voice impeccable
As I listened to Judy Garland sing
… OMG, what a voice
“Some Where Over the Rainbow”
It is an iconic movie …
A classic to see over-and-over again
The colorful scenes can make anyone scream
Her talent unmatched
She died too soon …
Leaving Ms. Minnelli behind
She has triumphs in many ways
What is it, Liza can’t do?
With age comes instability, no stability
She’s done her best …
To endured on …
I prayed, she’ll enjoy her life
As she has allow us to…
Enjoy hers …
She’s an angel going thru life
A cabaret girl …
Did she find happiness?
You have to ask, not me!
She’s Hollywood royalty
An it girl … A woman of substance
Born to sing and dance with genes from one of our best actresses, Judy garland
Would she had looked like a beauty
… decorated with garlands unlike a tree?
She looked impeccable … with Toto, her dog
With her white and light blue dress
Her red magic shoes …
A tornado carrying her in a deep sleep
Over the rainbows, we go
She went … A dream
A colorful dream … yes, It was what she saw
And, what we’ve seen
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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There’s a sight like paradise
There can be …
No others …
as, I hear …
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Meeting my eyes …
I can see, my mother’s eyes
In heaven, is where she is …
I also, can see chicks
By their mother’s side
It’s ten …
To be exact …
They all seems …
So lovely to me
As my eyes with contempt
With this lovely views …
It’s all small! It all smell…
Like perfume …
They walk slowly
Following their moms
As she looks for feeds, It’s soooo, pleasant to Witness … It’s pleasant for my eyes
I can see the mother …
Crawling-cradling her young’s
Feeding her babes
Is never too late …
To call your children and give them hugs
If you were able to picture these scenes
… I bet, you’ll cry out loud
Love, is every creature’s young
They all feel loved…
If you abandoned them
What chance, they’ll live
It’s a tranquil scene for everyone to see… You’ll Be tranquil too … It’s from my lovely Executive Producer forwarding me these scenes …
She so lovely to speak, she’s beautiful Mary Lou
Yes, she from Sarasota … She’s not Sarah, like My old JHS friend … She’s Mary Lou, a NY’er,
Now a Floridian … What’s next for Mary Lou? She’ll receive endless poems, all from me …
Soon, she’ll have a visit from me …
Hope, to be soon … Life’s too short, to think
It’s regret that slows us, will make it my goal
To seek and speak to Mary Lou …
When I meet her … What shall, I tell her?
“I love you soooo much, platonically
Should I give her a hug?” Who knows!
No! OMG, it’s yes!
Perhaps in my Staten Island mind … I will hear … and repeat these water scenes
The chicks following their mom, 10 2be exact
If their tummy hurts, can I given them tums?
Is calcium carbonate … Would they brush their teeth? Tooth paste has active and inactive ingredients, like fluoride
To strength-whitewashing
Do they have teeth? No
They’ve “egg tooth”. They’ve horn-like Projections, a beck to break free breaking
Out of the shell with its beck’s
… there’s no tricks
What bird(s) can pick and eat chicks?
Are the big birds like raptors, corvids, hawks, owls, eagles, crows too … can snatch treats
… how sad to be a chick-helpless
They enter the world incapable of surviving
Yea, that enter the world incapable of survival
Needing its mom and dad. They come … as tiny Creatures with four feet. Yellow colors
…. Welcomes into this world
I can hear its sounds
As music to my ears ..
You can hear its lovely songs
to hear its chirping sounds …
… saying “Helping me, help me
… am not your diner!”
I want to live …
I need to grow
I want offsprings
In the Springs …
Am content to release
Some of these print’s
Am tiny unlike, an eagle whose free and big
Who wants to snatch me and my family …
Go away …
Fly away … big birds
Do not take me from my family
Is all I got …
Stay away
It’s all love
That I got
In my tiny heart …
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What am I reminded today? I think of three
Of two braved men have died in civil pursuits
All wearing perfect tailored suits,
As one woman …
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… of the Big Apple
… as she takes a bite of it
… I have to pause
MLK, Jr represented change, fight for equality,
Social justice, end of multi-racial discrimi-
nation, an awakening to end desegregation
His blood whiter and purer than any white man
He died to bring men unity
He sacrificed his life …
Did he died sacrificed, as Jesus did?
Today and throughout history …
… Perhaps so, because in the white house
… He belonged the greatest of men
MLK, Jr will always stand out!
There lived a man
… hated and marveled
Was society ready for such a man?
You be the judge, as I will not debate politico
I will never win but, it’s with God
That l stand …
That I will state microscopic debate
He never teased men, as men would
As we, both smile … Oh, so pleasantly
That because, is nice to know
Am His disciple and always will
Let’s further acknowledged … Jessie Jackson
Followed his pride and fight
Was he rebirth of MLK, Jr?
Was he a match for MLK, Jr?
… He pushed alright, Operation Push
What is Push?
People United to Save Humanity
He pushed for social justice …
However, some pushed him to insanity
… He ran for president
… That’s how unique he was
… He ran, twice
How about AOC, from the Bronx
Did she pushed for what?
Is she’s still pushing?
Let’s judge her not!
AOC, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez …
Rep of the Bronx and 2028 President?
Who said that … would you vote for her?
Or, would you claim like Zohran Mamdani?
You do the thinking! …
I done enough, am going to rest
Am asleep, til He wakes me up
As he awoke, I questioned …
Are we ready to accept
Social change?
To what extent? Whether we want or not,
or whether we wait or not, it will not mattered
We know, what we know
That AOC from the Bronx
Is tough … did she joined a gang?
To be like this or did she rang and
ran with a biker door?
Don’t question me, question her
You tell me … she the majority
… and/or the minority?
Will we ever know?
I know that our thoughts of MLK, Jr.
For sure, awoke man’s conscience
… with science questioning …
A man with an incredible mind and fearless!
… Was he like an eagle flying high like a kite?
… free and untouched in a league all his own
… I think, soooo!
Now, in demand entered a new comer with charm of basketball, his forte or politics?
Should we ought to question him?
With two presidential terms …
… Will the next Barack Obama arise, in 2028?
Could it be Mr. Mamdani?
Do called, a man with a vision
However, he not born USA? No!
A prerequisite for the presidency
His a ticket to be a mayor …
He the new comer awaking of the socialist
He, in control of world’s greatest city
Don’t question me! Question him
Is it a yes or no? Let the first man stand & claim “Name that next of man as people’s pride arises
To never accept peace, place hate onto a plate
To be feed well, is what, I say!”
… What do we think, what do we know?
They seek war, instead as we are torn …
Why man cannot find a common ground?
What is the common denominator?
Are you in the elevator with your cell phone
… too busy to look because, you prefer your Cell phone… before you cross the street look
Can anyone hear …
As none’s can hear?
What you seeing in the rare mirror of the car?
What images you see?
Is it the next Barack Obama?
Who has sealed and made a deal
Is it real or not?
“I think, every man are for themselves!”
No matter what they say
Why fight, until we die?
Is hate in the grave or with the brave?
“It takes a good man to bury hate …
Is clear, is better the underground with heat
To put hate next to an iceberg to melt
As it cools …
Yea, next you witness an unfriend that is not
Nice but, too hot … looking like a worm
… as it crawls on its belly born and bored
As their heart are torn with wrong
I say on their belly
They roar and crawl
Paused …
As they turn …
Yea, as they turned try to turn
No where to go!
They find untoned notes
All broken to pieces
What’s the difference?
What’s the reasons that make and
… can’t like MLK, Jr?
Evermore, like Jessie Jackson?
A man of great honor …
He fought hard …
He was tired not to get as far as wanted
There’s always limitations
Twice, ran for President
Was American ready? I say, I was
With his voice or not!
If you’ve no voice? Like Dogs, cats
have none, Why?
Were they curse or they blessed?
It’s just an opinion or not?
Why they don’t speak but, we?
Because, we that special we are likeness of God
They depend on us for … they are feed by us
Are they vertebrates or invertebrates?
Us, Homo sapiens are vertebrates …
and animals with possessing a backbone
and/or spine … The worms has a start of
of a spine … how you may say?
If you touch them, it’s a wiggling
Is the behind of motor system
As it move, you witness pain
If you stab or hurt them … don’t hurt a living
… creature, it has a soul like you and I
Let’s go back … What is the phylum of man?
Man belong to the phylum, subphylum Vertebrata… We humans are vertebrates
… fish are
Invertebrate possesses a backbone
Called vertebrate column …
With an internal skeletal
… of bone & cartilages
Jellyfish are invertebrates, Why?
They flow without a backbone
Belonging to the phylum Cnit…ia, yea Cnidaria
It’s its tentacles that poisonous
… To hunt its victims
There’s not debate! With regards to fate
We are to remove hate but, only MLK, Jr
A Baptist Minister, seals his deal with God
… without it! So, did Mr. Jackson
… He 5 had children then 1 more, total 6
… He left his marks
He had peace in his heart never hate …
He fought super hard in the 20th century
Than any man, for civil rights in his pursuits
Today, fighting in the grave with his black suit
He is alive today more than that of yesterday’s
Why is it, when you died you become alive?
Why writers are immortals?
That’s because …
They leave their prints as their did the writings
They never die fully are alive …
Regardless, bury 50 ft
It’s full life great to live
Yea, is full life great to live?
… I had to Pause!
Today, because our lack of faith …
The continuation to fight for peace we must
Question: “Are we really winning wars or being torn and/or wrong?” We being torn!
We losing because, we like a dry corn …
in the field …. What is hate? If not a debate
I say, is a seed of not love
That’s won’t produce any fruits
Whether in our youth or not …
Hate is never peace …
With hate is like a black whole
You can’t escape …
I had to pause
It is a whirl pool pulling …
Is a pulling of your skin as it rip
Is not a trip of love nor peace …
Is a best dress like Halloween on its own
We not born but, torn apart
You can’t be born …
Why not? Because, you wronged
Where are all arts are creative minds
Let’s declare peace not war
Aim for love never hate … nor war
I dare any man to voice their opinion or reverse
They will never bury hate … it’s their norm
… to be torn as their preference-reference
Instead, they dig holes in the ground
Thinking they can’t unbury hate
They take to their graves hate …
They think, they brave having hate
They forgot, love is free that never for sell
Love the strongest of all emotions …
Love never dies because, is born everyday
Whenever, a newborn is born
It starts with love into the world
It’s an introduction of love …
Depending on us, just like animal does
Now, am leaving you, with love to no end
… this I can tell you, my friends!
I dare any man to claim in the battle of wars
… they bury not hate but, pour out love!
“What have we learned from history?”
Is it peace we seek? Is war better than peace?
War’s expensive …. War is expensive!
Is never love but, hate! Where you can find it
Everywhere, everywhere but, not in the Bronx
Why I say that? It was feed bad food & fruits
The stock market the preference, richness The new essence?
Can a rich man become poor
As is giving all to erase the underdogs?
As the rain poured on the cloths …
Yea, on their Cloths the rain falls on their brains
They step out of the train and with a cane
With sugar cane to make them sweet in vain
No matter which, ophthalmologist they seek
They still weak and blind …
Who can correct their vision, if is not God?
Will MLK, Jr awake one day or today?
If he would be alive
Can he bring peace
Reach man’s hearts, one more time?
From his grave, he feels numb from all the
… bombs and street bums!
What have we done for them to move on? But,
Jessie Jackson who has died … not once
But, twice! Why, I state? That’s because,
When MLK, Jr die, all of us, died too!
He fought hard, for freedom
Mr. Jackson, tried to awake
Those dead … from this earth
He couldn’t succeed …
… because we couldn’t believe in his peace
There’s more, he had more love than anyone
Something, the very few of man has, why?
Because, instead of love
…. they gave him hate!
It was revealed in the NY Times … when he died
His heart parsed … yea, his heart pierced
with love with no purse. He had a wallet
Full of love, never hate …
Tuesday February 17, 2026 he died!
I will protect his HIPAA
Regardless of spread in black ink
In the NY Times …
He, an angel of God
He earned his wings
Why, I say so?
Because, its beliefs that tells me …so!
He walked into the gates of heaven
As God waited with pride …
With all done with social justice in his brain
He opened His art yea, He opened his art and heart, He open His arm to Mr. Jackson
Stated: “We been waiting for such great man!
Thus is you, Jessie Jackson …
It has rained in heaven just for you …
Super hard … all the angels came rushing in!”
Where were they both, dear friends!
… and/or an incarnation of each other?
Meaning MLK, Jr and Mr. Jackson …
Are they getting reacquainted in the grave’s?
Or, today they stay dancing … in the rain?
Because, they had no time for that in Earth
Too busy! Let’s ask wholeheartedly …
Is AOC, praying for them today or everyday?
She’s too busy traveling Germany championing
For social justice, 2028 Presidential ticket, truly Is she denying fame? She riding high in the skies, I judge not, you judge as she goes …
Who can bring her down?
As she has no limit, how far she can fly
Yea, she has no limit how far she can go & fly!
With power comes responsibilities
As Superman would say and state …
It is not easy to give up powers
To gain it and maintain it …
Is even harder … at times to sell your soul
Should we prefer to be poor and without fame
And/or be pure and never vain and in pain?
You choose, while you still can!
You decide what you want heaven or hell
I say heaven, start today and be extra nice
Everyday …
Know, is with God you can love …
In the mind, soul and heart by keeping it nicely
Pure and throwing away hate …
Maybe is a way out haters goes insane!
… while good turns into love
… Choose love never hate, is what I say!
Is best to keep away from fame and
Also, hate! Chose not fame …
But, frame love instead with a gold frame
It’ll shine like a star …
Chose your name anew
With love, you instead
The old you had, didn’t work
Start fresh this way your insanity will gone away
… and melt
Shall I start to end, I saw a flag
I saw its colors …
I saw Jessie Jackson
In my dreams and prints
Then, came MLK, Jr as a saint …
It was followed by the flag of rainbows.
A flag with pride if the nicest of colors
All with endless of love …
Stonewall National Monument …
Yea, Stonewall National Monument
In prints and in my dreams …Let’s get along
Let’s stand tall and strong! Get out of the bus …
Let the blacks get a sit, repeat the scenes of love never to get rid of hate yea, you get rid of hate always set a date with God …Never with Satan, angel disoriented and not obedient
Do not spit, never hit, nor discriminate
A black man or woman, instead respect them
They blessed like everyone else! Their love
Is of the greatest, greater than any white man
Do not leave a mark of hate
When you leave the bus …
Stand up … instead clap your hands
Every time you see a black man!
Why I say this?
Take away this! They were once’s slaves
With hate on their back not in their front
Never to see it! They fought hard to get free
I can bleed, everyone as I hear this!
They lost their hands …
While knocking for love …
Their sacrifice was that of the greatest
They died looking for love and peace
Instead, they took with them picture
Of love and peace …
Of what love suppose to be!
It is why, today MLK, Jr we celebrate …
Is so big, yea, it is so big. He so big and tall
taller than any building! His name is Martin …
An almighty and martyr …
Know your hate burned skin …
Yea, your hate burned some skin
Skin the largest organ! Tell me, if is not!
As covers 22 square feet of water …
It is neat to say! We mostly skin and water
Water is beneficial … Bien, decir agua in Spanish
60-70 % water is our bodies! Meaning H2O …
We made of hydrogen and oxygen, God
… As the two chemical components as humans
… Is pure science
It’s neat to say we, mostly skin …
Are we the twin of oceans? Ocean, 96.5 close to 97% of Earth’s water! Yea, of Earth’s water
We know, Where there’s water, there’s life
It is known as God … We know that about 3% fresh water existing today!
Soon, next time you drink cool water …
Know … There’s 8 billion of humans
in this Earth! Know, it’s God in it …
Pray and be blessed bend, your knees to God
Look up to God … You may not see Him
He is there, invisible …
You can see Him, when your heart is clean
… and clear, when you stop smacking Him
… you could be reborn, take this as a gift
Know, God creatures are underneath …
Respect the oceans! As He is in abundance
I had to pause …
Is a natural gift from Him
He the greatest …
Are feeds from you to eat!
Be careful of what you say!
Here underneath …
They breath …
They multiply in the masses …
That’s why, you can look
At God’s splendors
Yea! This is why
You can look at God’s splendors
Yea, of God’s splendors …
Creatures of the sea seeks … to live harmoniously … to live and bathe in the sea
As they take breaths of fresh air! They often reach out … To let you know God’s there
Are you scared?
Next time leave … leave a trash to God
Pick it up! Do not not confuse Him with us
Ir could an enormous oil spill or microscopic one
Think of love, instead of hate!
… is God, that lives there …
Love, love, love and endless of it
Catch it, before it goes …
Give hate away to a cemetery
You should have no debate …
Bury it, now take cement place it on top
Just …Take love and never-ever bury it
Bury hate not love! Instead bury hate again
Never-ever love, sounds better and stylist
Is a nice list love-peace
Hate! Is a beast! It is not never love
It is a rotten tongue you can’t speak
Is life when gone to fast …
It’s life that enters in God …
I leave you with this message …
I leave you to think a microscopic of bits
I leave you with God the seed of life …
He is love, the only master of the skies
He is free …
Me too!
Am a bird
Am a flower
Which one!
Am an orchid …
Am a flower of lilies
Am rose of unknown colors
Am an eagle once couldn’t fly
It’s wings was gone
From all of the hurts
He sought and pray
He learned to speak by praying
God saw her unique
He grab his will …
He sat gently onto His lap
Gods than set him free to go and fly
As high as he did …
As high as he can!
Yes, he is full of love
… and, so is me
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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What is art …If it can’t be witnessed?
What is art …
When you can’t write a poem to the skies
and smile to the heaven and look up to God
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Your defense line, your arteries?
Now you bleeding …
There, no gauze can close those wounds
They left doing all the talking
They’ve cut off
Your life’s source …
Now, they look at everyone as their final source
Now, you must write with your brain cells
Not with a pen, pencil or a paper
Grab your veins … as your new pen
Unwrap and unstrap hate replacing it with love
Now, you got to defend it
You must enter in … very quietly
They think you more than dumb
Telling everyone …. You born from a tree trunk
That you drunk headed to a psychiatric ward
Where there’s no peace but, worms all around
You become swarmed with bees in your head
Yea, you become swarmed
… with bees in your head
… As your head turns like Linda Blair in the air
You know becoming scared
Being beaten from hate
You don’t hesitate from this debate
You can’t win …
Now you enter to defend a deep art
Found in the deepest of all the hearts
I believe given by 8 years old …
How do I defend this art? I don’t bark
… I just suffered in silence like the Gods
… Am not a dog that gets rabies
Am Minerva, goddess of wisdom that’s all?
The Roman God by name
I never claimed to be smart
But, it was my professors and teachers that did
It was written all over the the prints
A leader proven to succeed
No matter what others may think
I proven my dignity and uniqueness
With endless of metals, awards and certificates
No match …
I was an intelligent being
They grabbing my brain cells
I was not allowed to speak
Regardless of my freedom
They grabbed it for themselves
Proving the opposite, I stole the savvy cells
Who has honored and recognized my superiority
In the many arts and sciences?
Earthly human that didn’t noticed me
You ask me why? It was the skies that did
Let’s start by asking before committing
To answers before I commit suicide!
Why should I criminalized my soul
To give those hurting me, the pleasure!
Hell, no I will not give them … what they want!
I will not satisfied their silly rottenness
Instead, I will learn to bark like a dog
But, not crawl like them as on its belly hiding
Unlike mine physique unique
They all sneaks and trickers
Crawling on their belly with a hateful tail
I tell the truth, you call me rude, liars, a thief
Insane, crazy and what more?
Are you satisfied to leave me dead?
I got news, the Dead Sea is my friend
I can go there and rise line the Dead Sea
You get that!
Please excuse my behavior
If I speak, only the truth …
It only serves me the right
To express my feelings … to my depth of times
An amendment given to me by the Gods
Or by our American constitution?
Am I lying? You may want to call me a liar
I seek the truth and speak it as I put it to use
I always aspired to state the truth as Babe Ruth, if he would had been alive agreed “He the greatest baseball player of all times!”
I rest and detest lies, all the times
I must relax …
I am sitting by the river
Am watching its drifts and sunsets go by
I … know, life had its privileges and rough edges
Mine is my name, an intellect?
This I do know, you stole my rewards
Claiming was yours …
You’ve indicated that “Am a liar, a thief,
… A dumb head that can’t write nor describe
I got news!
You wrong
I, right …
I can’t write and died for it
What more? You can’t grab my Purple Heart
… Given by the Gods
… I’ve earned many, placed in my heart
… Not not purple but, an invisible red-gold
Why not? Why these colors, instead?
Because, when you die
A red, white and blue flag pin to your coffin
Once given to your love ones, a teary eye
God sees it all … even an invisible hurt
He cries and grabs your pain, lessen it
If not, a large coffin needed not for 1 but, for 2
Mothers and fathers of the world be nice …
… Think love, grow love never hate
Don’t try and pretend …
He and/she not a grown up
Too late to pin love and dismiss hate
They ran away from pains … in the Army joined
Every nite they thought of their pain
They grabbed their fist sobbing!
“I take my hands let it be the guide
Never to curse nor kill but, break my bones!”
Get fractured, crack my knuckles
I’ve no proof … but, my heart in pieces
I do, all in my head done for you
Patterns becomes, all over again
… TBI’s: Traumatic Brain Injuries
I can write without a pen … It’s my brain and
Neurons doing all the walking and talking
I have sat quietly as if, I had no tongue
Why?
Because, they were being entertained
By grabbing a knife stating
… “Your tongue not yours but, mine!
… Speak now, be the first without a tongue
I learned … prints are now left from the blows
That only the winds knows…
There all belonged to the oceans floors
Of floods from the ocean closed all the doors
I can now escape …
Never to seek humans that hurts
But, be satisfied to climb trees
Find friends like apes
… almost in likeness of mine
I can describe without a heart
I’ve a numb heart … I can walk without legs
I was never there but, prints
Now, I can see is not me but, images of me
My faith tells me, otherwise
That I am wise …
That I’ve survived
My life was never mine but, His
I endured blows
That was supposed
To look like love
I know better, I always knew was not
I can now, feel without a heart
I loved so much … I almost gave it all
My honey, almost lost me …
Not for a man or woman but, from blows
It was from endless invisible blows
… that took a tool
It did show … My body bruised and confused
I am not Luka, but feeling like one no one knew
More than super glue to pains
Something thought I, insane!
Was I scared? Of course
Why ask? Doesn’t it mattered?
Not even Superman
Who tried to fight
Didn’t come
Could he saved me?
Could he removed those hatters … from me?
Their prerequisites were simple
This club requirement
An initiation fees of only hatred required”
He came from Kryptonite, alright
He, just for me
With intentions
To save me …
His advise “Trust none, go, run, don’t scream just hide … Don’t hold grudge
Don’t you ever look back and go super fast
Run like the marathoner that you are
When you ready … Give hatters a hug”
I must ask:
“Superman man, since when have you
Become a mush …
Where is your pride and decency?
Are you insane or is it me?”
Come close to my ears
Am almost death from blows
OMG! I forgot … Is a version of me!
I am Superman more like Supermin
As my mom would say am “The Lighten Rod”
In Spanish “El Relampago!”
She trained me well
With endless of love
An angel of God … she was
She never, ever hurted anyone but, prayed
I say: “Seek love, never hate
Is never a debate …
Take love, erase hate take white out, an eraser
Grab love, is always better dressed than hate
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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There’s a new American princess
She’s nothing like we’ve ever seen
Perhaps Peggy Fleming and Dorothy Hamill
Nicknamed the Hamill Camel and Short
… and Sassy, shampoo commercial
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We know of course is Alyssa Liu
The crown princess of the 2026 Milan
Winter Olympus …
She was cheered as she jumped like an
Newly crown ice princess … that she was
There was no doubt she stood out …
Aiming unlike anybody and other skaters …
With her stylistic charm …
She put on a show, not to forget
Dressed in gold matching her two gold medals
She stood out flying like a torpedo gracefully
Who can doubt what she’ll do next
Endorsements to no end …
A multi-million dollar contract
She’ll help her family and perhaps
… communities, too
Let’s not forget her two silver dots
Yea, let’s not forget her two silver dots
In her frontal teeth … tooth
… and million dollar smile
As she walks into a room
… it lights up
She’s a fire
… A firecracker in action
Will I be in line or online buying tickets
For the princess of ice?
Of course, I will …
I recalled 1976, now Winter 2026
I am a huge fan of figure skating
I am just dreaming of my child …
Am dreaming of my grandchild due
End of May … we don’t know the sex
… However, if is a girl a figure skate
… from me, will be a gift
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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You may be be drowning
Perhaps in bills …
In the ocean as your boat collapsed
Sharks underneath as you tried to breath
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Should you let yourself drown?
You may think …
No point to try
Where should you start?
You’ve no life guard
There’s no safety net
There you’ve no friends
Should you sound your cries
Will anyone hear you?
Where are your beliefs, when you’ve none
Is better to start and seek Him from inside
Cut yourself not from lack of faith
Instead, press on to your heart
Cry out to him, to enter in …
He’ll throw you a lifeline from your faith
This time …
Stare, picture and feel Him
He’ll come now not later as you in need
He’ll come, as soon as He feels your love
Is He strong?
Know, He’ll erase your wrongs
Stand up with faith …
Give Him all your love
He’ll throw
You a lifeline …
Next time, you lack faith think again
Know, it was He bringing you out of the deep
As you seemed dead and not asleep
Wake up with His love
Spray His love …
Let Him inside …
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Figure skaters are God on ice …
They jump and ware their fancy dress up
Man can’t match women’s outfits … can they?
Fans give them a thump up and standing ovation
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… could jump unlike anyone
The quadruple axel
… The triple lutz
I paused …
He gets the extra jump all in half rotation
As fans from all nations will scream
Awaits to his magnificent jumps
Will he triumph or fail
He failed establishing
… to 8th
Instead of first place
What is a quadruple?
As you take off like a plane
Facing forward
… making the quad axel
A quad
… and a half
You got to have
More than extra energy
Dorothy Hamill, in Austria
Yea, in Unbrick Austria
Feb 16, 1976 to be exact
50 years ago …
Ladies single figure skating
1976 Olympic gold …
Today as she reminiscence
How the sport has changed
Present in Milan, wished all the skaters
Their ultimate best, may the best win
Jumps and elements rated
+5, excellent and/or -5, poor
Alysa Liu, USA won scored 150.20
What happened score of 6.0, retired in 2006
Illia Malinin, favorite coming at 26
… no at 21 years of age finished 8th
Anything can happened
In the Olympics …
All angelic great sportsmanship …
They match that of the goddess
They skate …
Without debating
They pray not to fall
But, to win gold …
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Spring is coming, Winter-of-2026
Is slowly leaving as the cold is burning
You can’t bring it back …
Crawl in bed with your honey
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Never to come back
Let’s not react to winter 2026
The snow slowly melting … was all intact
It was super black … better known “Black Ice” Caught my eyes as sun didn’t want to come
Only the moon understood
The true test of times …
We took for granted all the splendors
The sun gives … as they say
“It’s when all gone …
We learn to appreciate what we have!”
It’s a human nature thing …
We never appreciate what we have
Until it’s too late!”
Don’t be that one!
A word to the wise …
Therefore, be nice no matter what
How rotten they are
You be that change!
It’s never too late to change …
Change takes time, efforts, resilience and love
React to act love-be nice
… don’t you ever be evil
… and stale like bread
You can’t no longer eat
Take action
Hurt no one
Touch people’s hearts
… heart as us being art
Give me them love
… as enough for all
As John Lenny said:
“Give peace a chance”
With this in mind …
“Go out today and plant seeds of love!”
It can be one …
If you don’t have enough money
One seed can multiple to many
You’ll have plentiful to feed with just one
Remember this:
“Love, love, love
Spray love, love, love, and endless of it
Keep love, get rid of hate”
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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How to … package your beautiful life?
Let’s remember, a package what it means
A package should be arrive with love
If is not, return to sender …
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With love, do not open it and return it to Sender (Mailer or Shipper, Designor named on top left)
It should be contained nicely wrapped
… with initial “MAG”
… it’s mine but, you must make it your own
Receiver known as “Consignee, where a person’s receives the goods, Addressee and/or Ship to, Dispatcher and/or Receiver” on bottom mail
Don’t forget to include: Contact and phone #’s
For communicative purposes …
You should be able to recognize love
Until, if not recognize with love thus, avoid it
Let’s never forget, where came from
If noticed a crack and packed as a person’s
… with seemed to be on crack, dismiss it
Dismissed it since, an unsolicited item
Return to Sender because, lacked love
You been tricked and will not be fooled
Four types transport: sea, air, land and rail
Packager is on your top left called shipper
Receiver is on your bottom middle, Addressee
Where person’s goods are shipped to …
Return to sender, because is not you
How to package a well lived life?
First, start by examining your insides
Starting with your organs …
The very moment you recognize life
Why, I may state?
If your organs ceased to exist
You in extremely bad shape
Start to shape it well …
Tell your mom, dad, teachers and your nurse
Is not a good way, to keep secrets
You’ll be gone before, you know it
Too late to bring you back
Say it, nicely with a smile
To start to feeling better …
Feel all your cries, insides
In order to have it removed nicely
Say, “I am in pain
I need your help
Please can you help?”
I want to stay here and not let go
It is stronger to be saved
Than, to cry alone and go
Be strong with love … an advice
You’re to be love and deserve to be loved
Know, that I am not that person …
Who likes to go around proclaiming
“My life perfect and your’s is not
Am the opposite, I hurt no one
… I, live to love
So, should you!”
Your mind, you must protect
Your body, you must respect
Your brain, you must react when in pain
…. protection needed from harm
…. Who can cause harm?
It’s anyone!
Be observant
Be obedient, love everyone and respect
First, yourself, all others 2nd
No one, will give it to you!
Unless, you demand it!
Do not be a rug, everyone steps on
Be a cement hard and strengthened
This way, no one will stand your way
Be the color of cement gray but, sturdy
Be of the color red, full of life and ready to love
Be not, joined by darkness but, by the light
…that which, brings endless mornings
Now, look at the sun …
Make sure, you have enough of Vit D
Why you may ask?
It’ll protect you against diseases and diabetes?
I theorized that Vit D can be beneficial to you … heart and protect against diabetes type II
Therefore, be nice to your heart … maintain
A weight seize to your body mass index (BMI)
Go out, the seek your best body
Tonight, is the moon as your friend
The stars and galaxies look up …
Start your God, He is there waiting for you
He is peace
He is love …
He is endless
He is, those silent stars!
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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There’s three sides to a triangle
There’s A, B and C
Sides 1, 2 and 3
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Best know “Devil’s Triangle”
Starts at Florida, Bermuda and Puerto Ricon
Why we hear it’s a drift of a devil?
A whirlpool pulling in … witnesses of planes, ships … as the devils enters in
There’s no escapes
It’s a pulling …
No one can escape
Last disappearances
Was a shipwreck
December 2020, vanishing thin air
Where did it go?
We blame the devil
Taken to where?
Was it a whirlpool?
Reason’s no trace …In
Was it a rogue waves?
Did it ran out of gas? Was it, too heavy?
Did those men go hungry, no man to navigate?
Was there a tsunami in the heights of the
… Empire State Building
Did they commit suicide? Were they that sad, Not willing to return? Did they get lost, because Marine navigation stopped working?
Where do we find answers?
When, there’s none!
Can we go to the loss and found?
Where do we go?
There’s no prints
There’s no answers
Yesterdays, today and tomorrows
Ships and planes will travel far
Passing through the North Atlantic Ocean
There’s no reminders
There’s no returning of pieces swept by waves
All I see, are beliefs by men…
Where can we find definite answers?
Unless we dream …
Of events before it happens, again
Perhaps, in our dreams
Where the sea run wide
We may be wise. … and awake with an answer
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Color blind is not that you are blind
That you can’t see colors!
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It is a disease …
Where about 300 million people experienced
1 in every 12 men and 1 in 200 women
With color vision deficiency
You may ask, why?
Could you be one of those people ?
Know, are reasons’ why CAP and NYS inspectors
Seek out laboratories and demand that all
Microbiologist, hematologist and parasitologist
Get annually tested for “Color Blind”
It’s essential to distinguish specific shapes of … colors vital in laboratory as competency
I’ve written policies and procedures for “Color Blind testing” serving of outmost of importance
Competency is critical for patience care
As microscopic examinations takes place
Could be a gram stain, reading in other labs that utilizes a microscope as color-image are
… interpreted with unique skills
I double dare you not to believe me
… I don’t lie, neither should you!
Color blindness or color blind deficiency
… is a not a serious condition
… it is genetic disorder called “Color Vision”
It is passed to offsprings from parents
… where their eyes cones developed different
How? They way they see and perceive colors
Are different from others …
Color blindness people see red and green
In variance of colors …
Individual experiencing such have a hard time
Distinguishing between these two colors … and
The yellow and the blues …
Furthermore, the worst are people that
Can’t distinguish colors at all
… and shades of colors
In 1684 Turberville, called Tuberville method came up with a scientific method of evaluating
… color blindness
Where comparing color naming of objects by color blind in a specific-scientific method
… to those of healthy one’s
In 1837 Seebeck developed a test
Allowing individuals to freely
Pick colors to match it with a
Different sample …
In 1837, became more pronounced
It was a more elaborate and effective way
Here, it was the development of an extreme
… effect where, pseudo-iso-chromatic plates
Where colors spotted impregnated with symbols
That included shapes, colors, letters and numbers took place …
The spots has different types of colors
For the individual to be tested …
Finally, “Williams method” it simulates real life … events, in armed forces utilized
Why “Color Blind” test so important?
Laboratory competency testing with patients
… specimens’ viewing
That’s critical
You tell me, if is not!
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Your tears …
Turned into mud
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From all the sadness
I can now see your clear tears
Turned into mud …
The colors of Earth
Entering in … as you were never nice!
I would love to turn your madness and meanness
Into niceness but, first you happened
To want to change …
Look at the skies, see God image inside
Pray tonight and every nite …
Kiss your honey and your mom and dad
If they in heaven …
Pray and repeat, and badness melt away
Be nice …
Let badness evaporate
Turn your moist tears into love
Now tears from your fears is red
…. because, you in hurts
Grow your heart super large!
50 billions X’s of niceness and pray
The water plus rocks was your tears
The snow packed with soil left running
It’s the running of water through the pushing
Where rocks, sand and all comes as it melts
Where an introduction of dirt with messy amount
Of water rushing in … with hate
Now, mudslides happens …
To enter in rapidly covering ground floors
It’s a tsunami of unwanted love
Take love never hate …
Seek fresh water do not drink from the mudslide
If you see only dirt …
I suggest you to be nice!
Pray and seek God instead, from your heart
You’ll get clear water from the Above
Because, you now have love
It grew because, you now believe
In love and found Him …
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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What is the purpose of vaccination?
There’s confusion, misunderstanding and the truth … and more confusion!
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Super well … to act as a super messenger
To recognize and make of your body function
Defend against any harmful foreign agent …
Like protection against measles, that when
Immunity wares of adulthood, shingles enters
There’s no doubt the way to go
Is protection against deadly diseases
Such as harmful bacteria, virus, etc..
By which, prevents infection before
It occurs in your body! Still confuse?
No need!
Is simply easy!
Why get vaccinated?
Is it worth it? Of course it is!
Vaccine goal(s): “To built immunity, induce immunity!” It is safe unless allergic and/or
Develop irreversible side effects …
Before you go to the grave, think twice!
Let’s reaffirm …
You do not want to be left open
Close all the doors and windows
Stop all your enemies, from entering in
It is safe to develop “safe induce immunity”
Thus, decreasing risks of developing
The disease required to control
… that which, can lead to severe risks
Like hospitalization … as you protect people’s
Passing disease on to others!
Protection the way you go, to avoid deaths
This way, protecting communities and all
How? Introducing herds immunity
Is best, at hand and practices
Keeping these observation in mind
Are the goals in reducing diseases
Let’s take a look why measles increasing?
In 2025 and moving on to 2026
Due to declining vaccination
Affecting populations negatively
Thus, increasing a blow out of infections
Once, thought eradicated
Think of measles, chicken pox, small pox
Leaving communities vulnerable and possibly
Flares of new emergence of diseases …
William H. Foege was fearless
… instrumental in pushing his beliefs in
Eradication of smallpox from this planet
Forging the way in improving and decreasing
Infectious diseases as was deadly Smallpox
It takes a brain like Mr. Foege
To take a stand and be a forced
That history stamps his name of heroism
He was never afraid to championed
For his cause and moved forward in 1970
In eradicating Smallpox …
In the AIDS epidemic response, well
Due to the CoVid pandemic
All other vaccines halted
Yes, we forgot and went to sleep
But, waking up to other outbreaks
Let’s wake up …
Misinformation, lack of public trust
International traffic lowered immunity
What will take to reassured the public
At large to go back to trust vaccinations
How disease spreads?
Direct contact such as
… touching and kissing
Indirect contact where surface area
… objects are contaminated, indirect
Let’s be smart
Push for vaccinations
Let us not
… move backwood
But, forward
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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I am sick … not from me
But, from you … believe me
I will not swallow your pills
You’ve placed on the table
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For all my help and expertise
I given you a lot while, you gave me none
Am not a fool!
Now, I know your horrific intentions
Not good for me!
You cruel and a beast from out of this Earth
This is you … what, that of an uncolored Earth?
Just because, I taught you
You think, you on top of this mountain
I can easily bring you down, when I stop
Being your creative MD, time expired!
However, I won’t helped you maintained
That thrown, you set to seek
I know, better now
Instead, I will pray for you
Because, is the right thing to do
I will run from you, you now
Must give me space to grow
So perfectly, as my God gets rid of you
It’s me that He’ll stay
I will, thus help, only those seeking me
Good to be aid … will help
You will no longer good, you won’t crushed me
He will not permit …
For you to rotten me
You a rotten apple!
You will not, knock me from the tree
I am held onto this tree
By gravity …
You can’t no longer
Throw rocks at me
You seemed to arrive
From out of space
Am not a space cadet
Am spiritual, you not
I prefer to be with Him
A woman of God, am
Why can’t you? … know, “If God with me,
Thus, no one is against me!”
I will be persistent …
I will resist you, you like a cat
Despite, you trashing me
I will not allow myself to be tarnished
I see the bluest of skies and colors
I am with the sun … lighting the days
You are not, you dark inside unlike, the moon
That lights …No matter, how white, still black
inside …
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Ms. Catherine O’Hara, needed no tiara
… to look like a princess-walked like one?
Talked like one?
Wanted to be one?
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As, I look to described a legend?
She loved to play dress up
As a dress-up doll, I’ve no-doubt!
She gone too soon?
At age 71, on Friday
January 30, 2026, of course!
When I heard the news, OMG “I loved her”
She became my mom
Like her tv screen roles
She reminded me of my mom
With a love and passion to love, endless
With embedded talent petted green eyes
Yea, pitted green-eyes, How special she?
A Mirror image let’s state, born different “situs inversus with dextrocardia” heart and other
… organs flipped!
Let’s credit her name Irish roots started in:
“Home Alone, Schitt’s Creek, etc., best known
Character, Moira Rose with an accent
Like an alien well known seeking our attention
When someone walks into a room
Sparkling attention without asking
They get it, look like a mirror image four-sided
Like Moira’s leaving endless of impressions
Who are these women leaving prints?
Lady Diana Spencer, your RH of BRF
Kate Middleton, Princess of Whales
Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis
Princess Grace Kelly Grimaldi of Monaco
Elizabeth Taylor, pearl-purple eyes
Audrey Hepburn, Breakfast at Tiffany
Madana, Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone
Lady Gaga, Stefani Angelina, Kelly Clarkson,
Carrie Underwood, Dua Lipa, Olivia Rodrigo, Billie Eilish, Taylor Swift; pop icon, Sabrina Carpenter, Beyoncé, pop culture queen
Michael Buble, Bruno Mars, The Weekend,
Bad Bunny, etc. all with global recognition …
Superstars lighting up the skies
Rising like the sun and moonlighting
Let’s not forget real star like Catherine O’Hara
She look and took on the lead of incredible heights … sadly passed Fri 1/30/26, unable toke breaths no longer on this precious Earth …
It was aired and printed
Yes … via communication not by me
Let’s protect from HIPPA … meaning
Health Insurance Portability & Accountability Act
A privacy and protected health info
It was read DX with reverse organs reverse
That’s how special she was to live like this …
In my sleep … can witness her acting skills
Let’s wake up and applause and take a bow
This is how … to honor an actress with endlessheights who have taught us to laugh
She was Katherine no, Catherine with a “C”
Irish ancestry and Canadian actress
An Emmy winner, Golden Globe, Earle Grey Award, etc., she was a writer, producer, comedian, performer, singer, wife, mother and
Adorned by millions of fans …
You may be gone for new acting roles
Know, you left endless roles to never forget
For reruns not like “Back to the Future”
Michael J. Fox like Marty McFly, flying away
Ms. Catherine O’Hara, you great
You left your marks
We always pray for you
We won’t forget you …
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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A bean riding on a car…
It’s sits quietly waiting to be feed
…. watching the sun
Before, it’s gets on a dinner table
Admiring all its views … before is consumed
It prefers to be obedient before becoming a treat
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The most resourceful seed that gives
To be onto a diner table …
A resturant’s favorite Dominican feast
In Puerto Plata … LHVR
Lifestyle Holidays Vacation Resorts
Perhaps in a dream … no, in reality
It can be eaten, more endless of it
May you ask why?
It is a very special bean
Born in DR … it extends its seeds continuously
As it can feed endless of that many
It has no … expiration date
It’s gives always, more of it as it never ends
… as it arrived from Spain virgin bean
Born in Spain land … where Matadors lives
As the bulls, runs free with an arrow
Now new seeds in DR are spread
Where Spaniards are declared hombres
With sombrero or not!
They’re the real macho man
Never tell a Spaniard, women wares the pants
They’ll fight to prove it’s not them!
Don’t you ever let …
Know that … they not men with Spanish blood
They dominate their home’s
Their children, their offsprings
They’ll fight you tooth or nail every spring or not
They, hombres with sombreros
Men with hats
With honor and all
They may have holes in their pockets
However, they’ll never let you know
Man of honor … they, til they die!
They may be 4 feet tall
They think, of 9 feet instead
You can’t debate a Spanish man
Yea, you can’t debate a Spaniard man
You’ll never win over a Spaniard
Why? They were once pirates braved man
Until, this date still?
They’ve tradition, aiming instead to be free
They believe in freedom and “Quien Diran”
A thing of the past, you tell me!
El quien diran!
Their blood is never thin nor thick
Their veins connected to hombre de Espana
Like Don Quijote, Don Juan and El Qiuen Diran
As they stand tall
Even thin or wide
They think they all wise!
They are, because all man are right?
They Superman
Not from krypton
But, they may be
They all are … Planet Espana-Onanixo
They love endless, mi amor
… con el sol with the endless sun
They die …
50 billion of times for you
When they commit to you
Their blood, not red like everyone
It’s redder different because, it’s real love
Can anyone be a Spaniard?
Just ask a bull
Whom has die
Like a hero
With an arrow struck to his heart bleeding out
Like a hero… dying bravely
With arrows pierced aimed perfectly
Yes, striking his arteries am sad to hear that
A matador, a bullfighter
In Spain, caught my eyes
I experienced a bullfight
As I closed my eyes …
I couldn’t bare a soul, die pierced onto his heart
I died too …
My ancestors may had been from Spain
Born in DR …
A carribean seed
Came to be …
Has lived in NYC free from Trujillo
He aimed to grabbed young girls
If your dad stood in his ways
He killed all your families too
He made sure all genes gone
He was feared by all Dominicans
Even today, I feared a man like Trujillo
I am free to be a citizen of the USA
Where my love stand strong and grows more
Everyday there exists seeds of love
Mi espiritu is my mirrow that is free
Am by the pool
Am in it … being
Cooked and bathed by the sun
What you think of me
… is irrelevant!
I got to go …
Where my spirit takes me
I am free from hate
Can you tell?
The sun loves me …
It’s one of the treasure not listen … not listed
I often haven spoken to this sun
Who have spoken to me
I will not tell you the topic
I prefer you to guess
The sun keeps me warm and strong
Its colors suits me … very well
The colors of the sun do you really know?
Why don’t you know?
Let me try to explain …
The colors of the sun is white, colorless
Emitting colors of visible spectrum
Colors of yellow, orange and red
All appearing more like a new earth
Learning more of it, I care for it …
Red-yellow-orange wavelengths
Joined as astronauts observed this sun
… brilliance of white seen
They marvel at this splendor’s scenes
No one screams but, beam of the lights seen
As the sun rise and sets in
The sunrise-sunset
As husband’s and wife’s
Blue lights sets in … as nature sings
Leaving reds and oranges all within
I now must go, I must take a nap with him
My love … my son and multiple colors sun
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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This poem was inspired by Mary Lou Davidson,
My Executive Producer
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Today, I came out from a storm
I came out of it …
As, I fought to come out of it
Was there for a while …
I couldn’t come out but, I did
I prefer love …
I knew, how you wronged me
I changed the locks of my doors …
I didn’t crawl back, instead moved forward
I understood your plans
I preferred mine, instead
You thought, I go back and die
But, not l, as I grew strong
I let all the negativism go
I replaced it with, endless love
How morbid it was
Now, I will let it all go
It was dark there …
The sunlight was blocked
Now, it is not!
He opened for me all the closed doors
All I saw, was more darkness
My body was not in control
He took control
All of me …
I prayed for all of you
… I prayed never to hate
I understood your plans
I preferred mine instead
You thought, I go back and die
But, not I, as I grew strong
I let all the negativity go
I replaced it, with endless love
Oh, how morbid it was
Now, I will let it all go
It was dark there …
The sunlight was blocked
Now is not …
He opened for me, all the closed doors
All I saw was more darkness
My body was not in control
It was they in a false state …
Defaming and making history with my name
I flew out … like a bird
Now, they can no longer enjoy hurting me
I had a super fall
I, like Humpty Dumpty
I was not dumb nor drunk …
However, it was more than one hurting me
Who wanted to tarnished me …
Defamed as I, cleaned with stain remover
They forgot …
Those who holds on to Him
They who stands tall in purity
He will never let them fall
They got to know:
“If God is with you, then no one against you!”
I was washed by Him!
Now and always … clean
Now, always clean
I will never let them
Hurt me
Not, ever again
I was cleaned
… all the way
…. By His precious blood
I grew stronger like a perfect rod
I became silver not a black wall
As all the darkness was shifting away
It was slowly leaving me
Until, it was gone … becoming new again
The winds of time came rushing in
I took a brush repainted hate with love
They thought they own me
I am smarter than them …
My God came to me …
As often, he always does
He entered onto my sleep … as I dreamed
I was cleanse because, he saw all of my hurts
He picked me up …
Looked at me straight into my eyes
He stated, “Why you so sad?”
I do know all of the why’s
You get up now, forget all of the yesterdays
It’s today that matters …
I will not let them dictate my destiny
I am Minerva compared to all the creatures of of the seas
Yes, all the creatures of the gentle
… seas
I see you as lovely as you can be
You’ll be out of the dark soon …
Know, those who hated you
Will still be in the dark …
I know, you like to remove them …
From all of this, but know it’s not up to you
If they want to remove darkness …
They got to reverse hate to love
It is not so hard to reverse it!
They just got to open their heart
By closing all the doors of darkness
Pull out the shades and blinds
Let all the lights in …
Curse out the dark by replacing love, instead
They think, they own you
Let’s regurgitate, their baggage, badness
…and rottenness, it’s never yours
Your goods is yours
Their’s is not yours
You are to keep love
Always dismiss hate
Keep it nice and cool
Never try to wake up hate
let it keep forever
Love …
It’s like pouring gasoline to the fire
Know, love is free that walks alone
Hate stands with many …
Yes, hate stands with many
They think by picking
… and involving many
They’re powerful …
Know, as you stand alone suffering and in pain
It’s He that sees and feels your love
Too bad, they can’t see love
Yes, inside and out …
You’re blessed because, it’s love that lives here
They think, they owned you
How wrong they … they own themselves
It’s important to state and recognize
By that, which is stronger that is love
We do not own anything …
It’s He, who owns everything
He owns all of us and all of we …
We own nothing
Get that nice, no need to purchase
Everyone, can own love, it’s free
Own love instead of hate
Love is stronger than hate
It’s my day, today …
Not that of yesterday
I buried hate …
I planted new seeds of love
That bared fruits
Today, is my day
Why you may say?
It’s because, all I’ve are endless love
Those fruits never will dry …
It’s love that triumphs throughout the days
Am dreaming of love
Yes, I am with love
It will always last
I have, plenty to give
Chose life …
Choose love never hate …
I ran out fast …
Not to ever, go back
Love, love and endless of it …
This will guide me as I forgive
… and give endless of it
Hate is an empty bridge to nowhere
Love takes you to His place of paradise
Don’t seek ice …
Instead, stay with warmth that is the sun
Know your brain is heavier …
Yes, your brain is heavy like an ocean
But, your heart is lighter
… than a feather
Keep love … Love, love, love
Always dismiss hate
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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In honor of all those man and women whom have perished on Sept 11, 2001
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Let question Him, while we still can
My Dear God,
Where were You on September 11?
Were, You hiding or just being a coward?
Show Your face, now not later!
Why, You never cried with us?
Did You feel our pierced hearts and our pains?
Did you get drunk or were You abandoning us?
Are you a black bird
I, whose feathers you can pluck?
I can question further, were You deaf or did you … experienced another death?
Why the skies wet black?
Were You underneath it?
Why You did not take control?
Were You asleep that day?
Did You forget all of us, once again?
Why, why and billions of why’s
You never showed up on time?
Did you turned rebellious against us?
We and You were all bitter?
We can’t taste sweet any more
The hash silence than all went black and gray
Till this date, when we hear 911, we think
Should we call the cops on You?
Should they find You?
Were You, lost?
Perhaps, I thought You in despair like us
Were You in excruciating pains like us?
Come to us … calm all of us
Calm our fears, are You near?
Free us from questions!
We felt horrific
Not terrific
Our children
Sent home from schools early
You forgot to pick them up?
I thought You were there, with all of us
Are You with us?
Did You cried red blood?
Perhaps black and gray
To the collapsed towers, You feeling numb?
As we, all numb and more than numb and dumb
How did they become
So smart … can You answer us?
Wherever happened?
We were all tricked
Did You tricked us, too?
Were you insane not to be with us!
Where were You, there in despair or underneath
Those stairs?
I, double dare you to give us answers
Why did you come …?
Why, you didn’t not come and show Your face?
Did You’ve endless of pride to see us, sad
and … endless crying?
Can you come down from your thrown?
Can You show us your crown?
Can You provide us with answers?
Can You dare come?
We demand You
Why not? Whether You awake or not, come!
I am tapping on Your shoulders, wake up!
Come in our sleep give us a sign …
Give us answers where, there was none
Don’t be a mush but, a being beyond steel
You suppose to be invisible and visible being?
You should had shown up on time!
You come down from that thrown!
You not suppose to be dead!
You are alive
Are our beliefs
Let’s us not change this view!
You the strong one
The infinite one!
We the weak one’s
Come down, not later
Come down now, not later, not after we die
I question you, again, come don’t be a coward!
Where were you during acts of 9-1-1?
If I must say with a hurtful response:
“I, I and only I, states that:
I was Crying, crying and endlessly crying
With colors of blood never seen!”
Yes, this your God saying this, today”.
“I cried hard blood of tears and weaknesses
I re-died that date, day of September 11, 2001
I came to my earthly home, where I was not seen
I carried each and every single one to my home
Today, they all resting
In my kingdom …this is their new home
A palatial place of endless love …
All were forgiven from their sins, as sinless they
All sinners all but, I had to erase all their sins
Their sacrifices were that of the greatest
I had no choice but, to name them all saints
Hope, I’ve answered your questions well
It was such an honor to sealed their names
With heroic symbol of sacrifices made
To die with a flag that bared freedom
Therefore, I had placed each heart
A saint name given by I, Your God”
My precious God, I was questioning everything
I thought deep down, was the right thing to do!
Today, is 911 celebration
We promised never to forget
We never, will
… forget as we celebrate
The saddest of the days it was 9-1-1
No one survived that day, all home to You
Yes, all were saved and homed to You
In Heaven all are … response to 911, by You
We grieved and believed You went to sleep
You woke up to take them home
Yes, You took them all to Your heavily home
You blessed each one
Every single-one …
As no-one … could be rescued
A black dust rushed in
There’s was no light and no guide
No one could turned back, there no where to go
Of those who had survived
Today, they think they dead
It is forever embedded in their heads
A dark day, forever never to escape
Those that did were unable to escape, why?
That was because, a cancer entered
Like a dark evil caped unable to escaped
As death walked in, eating away their good cells
As their oncogenes creeped torturing their skins
Now we all know of horrific scenes …
That filled our heads as we dreamed
All around the world seen … in live tv screens
Both towers were gone as all hopes gone
Nothing can be done to unwind the clocks back
All gone wrong …. we were all not strong
Oh, yes … feelings of super weak
As they brought down WTC towers 1 and than 2
No longer there … Freedom Tower, now there
We all cried and as our trembling of voices heard
We could barely speak
Like a crumbled bridge
We all felt weak and tricked
As lives, as no longer the same
We cried, cried again and all over again
Until, there would be rain
To erase our pains
Yes, yes and billions of yeses
To erase all of pains …
As they met in the gates of heaven
There, you can hear voices cracking
Of bones trembling as no one in control
There were only fears and people scared, everywhere you go loss of hopes …
Feelings in the air of cowardly acts
With …We no longer feeling our hearts
Everywhere, everyone felt numbed
Today, when we hear of 911
We still get numb all over again
Our heads turns … again and again
Like the head of the Exorcist
Of Linda Blair’s vomiting in the air
We become her … outside the screen
As teenagers screamed!
None one was sure
For sure it did happened
9-1-1 was real
We like to forget
But, we can’t
Today, it a reminder
There was once’s real scenes
Of once two financial centers standing
The people working inside, some were gone
The very and lucky few escaped
With ashes on their faces and hair like cement
We lost them, all of so many fireman, policeman,
The bravest of men …
We’ll never forget those lives’ lost
We know …
Heroic of mother’s and father’s
All gone too soon …
Now, we hear with pride of their children
As they graduate, get married, have offsprings
They must all move on …
We reminded today …
Where they all came from?
It’s their parents genes a boton to go on
They’ll tell their stories
To their little one’s
How to start a question, it must be left to God …
Will He leave a note under the pillow?
I dared any man
Not to be scared
Of a day like 911
A fire no one, could turned off
911 … I still get teary eyes
I have witnessed in the news of a beautiful story
A young and brave lady ready to marry
She grabbed the chance of her dad’s colleagues
There, as her dad Fire Station Ladder-man
She walked down that station isle
For sure, holding her father’s uniform
They all watched her and clapped their hands
Her dad, there alright invisibly holding her hands
Thus, for sure he was there
There’s no doubt
Stories like this
Brings joy and tears to our eyes
It brings faith and endurance to humanity
Let’s us pray together
For those souls
The families of 911
God, will never let them fall
All reborn … in heaven they all are
… We’ll never forget a day like 911
Should we call the cops, when we hear 911?
Why not?
Is fire in our heads, not fireman can water us down in feelings of 911 as visions in our minds
Yesterday, today and all of tomorrows
We’ve stood for freedom …
It’s the price we pay for the red, white and blue
The flag waves on you, me and He
Yes, our God
For freedom we stand
For sure we stand strong
Is where, we all belong
As we elevate our American flag
Let no one pee on our flag
Let’s never get pissed
To defend our flag
It serves us right to be proud and to own it
To have this luxury to be free as our flag waves
As we pay homage to freedom …
The word liberty is strong for all Americans
The land of the free, we die and leave our prints
Now, we can only join in prayers
Two towers became one
Today, we know
We know today of
… Freedom Tower, that is one
We got to be strong, no matter how much
We were hated that day, we better than they
All the black storms came rushing, that gray day
If our bloods may had swollen further in
We would had exploited with hate instead
Love grew endless … than any highest peak
That day of hunger …
That day of anger came rushing in
A day learning where bad men came
Fueling with hate …
We felt the pains moving with love not hate
Let’s leave it’s in the past moving on quietly
Let’s join Tower Climb NYC
A climb of 104 stories
A handkerchief or a napkin to take
… for fears and our tears
Run, run and run … and, go on
Let the first go up those stairs
Like those brave fireman … once did
Whom never came out but, stayed with God
Let’s us all meet …
In the silence of the seas
With this view, I like to leave you
Let’s best walk … by the stairs of those winds
Hear those whispers … free
Hear the American flag wave
I am your mother, father and children of the past
I died free from stains and all for love
When you go to bed tonight …
Don’t you ever forget to kiss your loved ones
You may ask me why?
You know today not tomorrow may bring sorrows
Instead, I give you an advice
Kiss your child
Love your honey
Your mom, dad, granny and papa give a hug
You know of today …
Tomorrow, no one knows!
Do more with today than that of tomorrows
Plant seeds of love not of that of hate
Let storms of hate go … stay only love
-Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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In honor of all those man and women whom have perished on Sept 11, 2001
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Was He asleep?
Was He forgetting us?
Did He take a lengthy vacation or gone mad?
When He took control …
Was it because, He received too many calls?
The phone ranged and then it stopped
Where all logic ran out …
Where logic was none … Where did love go?
There’s no bridges that joined that can be love
All voices cracked … All man cried red blood
Angels came crushing and rushing in, crying
World held hands and falling on it’s knees
All of the wicked and crooked souls became one
All of the strong hearts won, for they had loved
He raised them up and joined them …
Til, this date … they are still crying
He’s loving … the innocent and kind hearts
He’s there, listening and gasping for air
… crying, when there’s no love
He’s there, slowing and calming every storms
He sends a message, “He still loves all of us!”
Whether you believe it or not!
He still crying … when one of his soul goes
He holds so many hearts in His hands
He stands with no hands nor feet …
He has a body
He has not a body
He is in everybody’s body heart
That’s why, He have not a body
Until, you seek Him
His body are the skies, no one sees
As He takes rides onto those skies
This way, you can seek Him, even more
When you found Him, He prefers not to be seen
But, privately and mindfully in your heart
He wants you to catch a ride as you sleep
Take Him in and gradually feel His love
He still out there searching for you
Don’t ever let Him go
When you find Him
He is there, alright
Don’t forget him
He is … minding those skies
Ready and waiting for your call
He’s there 24/7/365
You got to trust Him
He’s there waiting for you
You got to know!
He was never weak, He wants you to know
He may seem wicked to you
Because, He came to you
He did but, it was whom you thought, He ignored
But, it was you who ignored Him
Not Him, you
Give Him your attention
Stand straight and at ease
Be easy and nice with your approach
Trust Him, wholeheartedly…
Do not became astray nor go mad nor insane
Because, you thought a magician He
You thinking, He can fix all your problems
Know, He is not a Plummer, a day dreamer
But, a fixer of your soul and never cold
Despite living in Alaska, Antarctica or North Pole
Perhaps in the Arctic’s, there He asleep
Who can wake Him up?
Maybe, me
Why me?
That’s because, my conflicts are always with me
He has understood all of me
Without I, letting Him freeze
In my mind are that I’ve seen extremes
In my dreams and on images, I’ve seen
To never see … more not to critique
Come, let start as we know, as we exist
With destruction, war, famine, diseases
and so … man can’t escape
… as scenes popped up
War and crimes unending
… We can’t pretend!
There seems to be an infestation of alien aunts
Stop, pray, be nice and give a hand
While, you still can …
You still have the other hand
Call Him … now later but, now
Write to Him with your only good hand
Instead know, you can use your mind and pray
He’ll answer you timely …
You got to switched a hatred heart
You got to know, He still loves you
He has so much love for everyone
… that’s including you!
Don’t you ever forget
Who He is … He’s love
He always in control, He knows you
He’s there taking all the measures
He knows your sizes
Shirt, pants, shoes and all …
He knows your weaknesses
Even, all your bad and the goods
… and the no goods
You got to know, he lives in your neighborhood
Show him, you are His treasure
Be more than good
Be almighty in your life
Aim high never low, this way you
… aim to be the highest
Pride yourself to be always extra good
This way, you super great!
Plan and grow a rose and not a thorn that cuts
Seek love dismiss hate never hate
If aim high, no room for low
Grow with love … is the best style
Expect nothing in return and give it your all
Try it now not later
Now, you’ve bury hate
As you just planted a seed of love
Love triumphs …
Hate you bury
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When I look
Into your eyes
I see a new planet
You may ask me why?
You eyes meant always brown, it’s blue
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I discovered a new planet
It was never there
I as looked deeper
The most tiny eyes, of colors blue
I discovered a new planet
Meant to be discovered, only by me
Where was not meant for others to view
But, me …
It’s beautiful to see, I discovered the 9th
How you discover a planet?
By a microscope?
A telescope like Magellan, in Chile
Where hydrogen gas falling onto it
An exoplanet forming … a discovery?
Telescopes Spitzer and Hubble the masteries
Revealed discoveries of exoplanets
From elements, mass and characterization
To atmospheric spheres and weather maps
It’s takes lenses and man’s eyes
…. to map and jump into the future
It’s not an illusion nor an intrusion
To seek knowledge beyond …
To dream big and reach beyond our skies …
We know more of planets
Than of our oceans
Why?
Why humans seeks to explore the impossible?
To go far beyond the … the distance
… galaxies and constellation
To reach beyond the stars
To go the extra mile in our heads
To bring it to reality but,
… is to who we are “humans”
Humans always seeking knowledge
We must always seek challenges
From the first and as we last
We never take “No” for an answer
… and it is with this hunger and needs
That we feed our curiosity
Yea, is with this hunger and need
That we feed our curiosities …
We’ve the capacity to triumph
That’s because, I know
“If you can think it, you can do it!”
There’s doubt we humans …
“Our minds expands like a rubber band!”
Let’s note, a born baby
The moment born
He let’s us know
He/she is here alright
By the first breath and a kick with its cries
They all sponges …
Absorbing and grabbing all
Listening, eating, growing, smiling
… and grabbing all on its paths
It’s up to us to keep them safe
Why is it, only humans must tend to its young?
Why animals instinctively survive and strive
Rather, quickly compared to Homo Sapiens?
I think is love to remain linked forever
A chick is feed by its mother … there’s love
Of course, with no doubts
As we go … about
To leap on like frogs
As we walked Earth’s moon
Other moons, next?
We creatures with exploration
With exquisite minds …
Whether, you like it or not
The minds always hungry, for more …
Like a black hole …
It must be feed not to the wolves
If I look deep into your eyes
Of further satisfied …
To discover a new plant
To discover a newer planet
Full of an unknown wine
As I bring it to Earth
All man, have tasted
All their bad seeds, gone …
Where, once was hate, replaced by love
Where, hope buried new flowers flourished
Where, there was a cemetery a church created
Where, black was the norm now sun appeared
Love is everywhere …
In the air, in the skies, in the room
… and underground
In your mind asleep and no sleep
All you hear are birds …
As they whispered songs of love
All couples kissing and holding hands
There’s no police, no need
Only love, exists …
It’s a new beautiful world
For you …
For me …
All world’s babes to be …
Love, has spread everywhere
Would you join me
… and follow me?
Minerva A, Garcia. Your Poet
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… There’s places in this world that’s soooo …
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Like the birth of your child, the heart beating
Of two souls both known truths … you can’t
Live without each other because, love grew
And sprout out like a flower waiting to be
-From its mother’s root
You got to be strong
More than good
And an angel to live the longest
This way in your heart, mind and soul
You’re growing to be the tallest
Than any mountain …
-Since you’ve loved endless …
You’ll never stop growing
Little by little …
You reaching towards heaven
Practice every day
You must always know
Love is a rose without thorns
-This way, you never get cut!
-Love cuts, when love runs out!
Love cures all diseases …
Love cured a heart
That talked a lot
Because, thought by
Talking, they’ll listened
And resolved, a messy heart without love …
However, forgot by talking too much
Wrongly judged … best advice
Say extremely microscopic bits!
Do not entertain, say nothing
Listen instead and thus, speak not when ask
-Prefer always to wait …
-And let all others speak
Stand straight, poised, pause, reserve, strong
Golden heart, soft and well spoken
Stating the truth because, an angel
Like a child, innocent full of love
And always ready and in demand for actions
And lead with heart-fully in truth …
Be always more than good
Aim to be your very best
When you get scold, humiliated, laughed at
Bullied, mistreated, falsely accused
As speaks the truth and belittled …
Say nothing, walk away and pray …
Don’t ever
Be scared
But, prepared!
When you’re prepared
You never scared!
Be always nice, kind hearted
Smile and go out
Prove all wrong
By succeeding all the way
Your way never hurting no one
Along your way
Love the strongest of all the bonds
My heart is full of love
… and it has set me free
-Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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There’s no greater emotion, than love
It pulls you in like a whirlpool …
It pulles more, like a magnet as your love grows
It sucks you out when there’s no love
It grows more and endless, when you truly love
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My heart expanded more than a rubber band
At 25, a wedding band on my finger
5 years later, a son
40 years anniversary love grew like Mt. Everest
Love is not about who wins or lose
Love is not a contest about looks
Love is not you’re mine and am yours
No body owns nobody but, it is a flower to view
Beginning to grow and wanted to be nurtured …
The question could be …
Which flower you want to be?
Which one to choose, if you could?
What color, which instruction you should read
To let it be and let it all grow to the fullest?
Should you let it be view?
Should you preserve and admire it?
What length you would go to keep it forever?
Is a baby that came from you …
As you realized, it’s yours indeed to enjoy 4ever
Love is not a toy …
Love is a rose with no thorns, because you loved
Love is a burn that hurts, when you forgot 2love
Love cures the soul, and is music to your soul
Love grows, when your heart felt another heart
Love is two souls
Love is two in one
Love is two breaths in one
Love is it’s heat of two skins
Love is heat of two skin, sharing as one
Love forgives because, it’s free
Love is two hearts beating as one
Love is two birds
Love is two humans bringing life into this world
Love is crying from your heart when he’s sad
Love is crying from your heart when he’s in pain
Love wakes up with the sun
Love never dies when you are in love
Love spells A M O R, amor in Spanish
A more love, that is microscopic til endless more
A world should always have love,
always more of it …
Without love
The sun ends
Because, there are no souls to witness beauty
Beauty the continuation of life’s processes
A babe born, a flower blooming and a married … couple whom have endured 40 years of bliss
What is bliss, if there’s no love?
What is bliss without being nurtured?
What is bliss if waters are none?
Let’s take questions and give answers
Love is kind and never jealous …
Love is sweeter than honey
Love is tough but never rough
Love is a rose without thorns
Because, two hearts become one
It removed those thorns to avoid being cut
Because, there was love …and still is love
What are the secrets of 40 years togetherness?
You have to give space
You have to feel one’s heart
You have to give yours divinely
… so your sweetheart can live
You have to be able to feel his heart
You have to be able
Be his surgeon without an MD degree
You must able to take a stand for him
You should open your heart to him
Give him a hug and kiss him good nite, every nite
When you look at him
Give him all your dreams
Trust him with your life
Accept his faults and the not goods
Know his human’s just like you
Forgive him a hug
Be nice … to him
Love him endless
If he gets mad, let it be short
Make up, give him a hug
Say often, as much as you can
I love you … I love you, I will always love you
I adore you now, today and tomorrows
With sorrows and none
Am here, to pick you up
I forgot, am never perfect
My love is close to that of perfection for you
My heart is yours till the day, I die
My life is better with you in it
Why? Because, I found love
40 years with you
Seems, like today?
What happened to all of yesterday’s?
Like a quiet wind waking up as was asleep
All went so very fast … because, there was
Plenty of love
Of course …
Plentiful love
How do I begin to describe love?
Is a volcano exploiting and spitting out lava
Love what color?
You chose …
I know, my love is red to match my blood
It could be pink, to match my womanhood
Is purple to match my lips …
It’s sweet like my faith, with God in it
My love of 40 years?
Looks like an unknown rose
Perhaps a white Lilly
No, an orchid of an unknown nature
That’s because is name Minervalilliosa purposa
Is a marisposa … a butterfly with an esposo, husband a butterfly that learned to fly high
When it found love
40 years ago
Now been set free to love even more and explore
I found a planet
I found a seed
I found a new life waiting to be …
Near both, a life that waited and found love
There’s no limits to love
How far she could go
She doesn’t go alone
She takes love, everywhere she goes
Her escort, her love everywhere it shows
She has a heart …
She didn’t know she had
She had a heart full of love
She was so quiet …
She sat quietly in every single class front row
Her brother died …
Her favorite brother
Her sweetheart walked in same name, Jose
Her life changed
A sweetheart came to be
40 years later …
It was August 25, 2025
40 years came …
An anniversary her love
… in her heart
He grows …
Every day more and more
She grows with him
She looks forward
Toward the the very end
Until the sun comes
She’ll go …
Follow the sun
He will always be there
In her heart …
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As we age,
We look into the mirror and agree upon
“We lovable creatures in the nudes”
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… and leaping Paper Frogs
All seem to be with heavy years
Our nostalgia increases with time
… and all that remains
Are shadows of youths
All must come to an end
Except for my Paper Frog
For has no heart
He knows no defense
He is never offended
For he never knew a friend
-Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Love is peace without thoughts
Is a colorful flower …
Love, by no doubt is a rose without thorns
It is later a thorn comes out
But, because there’s love
It doesn’t cut …
It cuts, when love goes
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Don’t you ever, let go!
You always got to nurture love
Open those curtains
Let the sun in …
Dim those lights
Go get the water
Close those doors
Water love, often
Speak of the nicest of words
Kiss your honey endless and dearly of times …
Know, more
Love is what?
Is a blue light
Is a view all in youth …
Love is a hidden star …
Is a moon, yet to be discovered
Is a planet, you thought you didn’t know
Is a planet, you think you don’t know!
However, you got to be taken it further
To get to know love
What is really love?
Is a honeymoon onto his deep skin
Is the hunger of man to love eternally
The love of a flower …
Is a rest, upon your man’s chest
Is a first love of a Springtime dream
Is a gift from the above onto his arms
The love of a flower …
Is to witness the birth of your son
Is to awake for the first time
Is to swim for love, once again with him
The love of a flower …
Is to really learn to love
… and see life, for what it is
Is to be able to write a poem
To the sky and smile …
Is to look at you love
… and state “Indeed, you’re all my youth”
Now, I add not only have you
… found my youth again
47th years later, I can say further say…
“You’re the moon and the galaxy I’ve discovered
This is all, you!”
I love you, endless
You got to know
I always will …
You my stars …
My light, the waters that brings life
… and the sun that gives light
… to continue life all over again
Minerva A. Garcia, your Min and Your Poet
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I am standing very still
No noise here …
But, I began to cry
At the sounds of the microbes
I thought, I heard
Not wanted to die
I experienced the death of an E.coli
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I experienced the death of an E.coli
Shrinking, unpigmented, and so,
Its colors just went by …
Awake from your silly sleep old E.coli
Today, is not your day
Too much pain you caused
But, today I will bring you to life
Come from the dead
Awake from the deep sleep
Old E.coli-
This is an old experiment
Today, once again
I will bring you
To life …
This is indeed
An old experiment
Today, I shall bring you to life
I’ve a friend in her hospital bed
In Osceola, Florida
With an E.coli ESBL
From an UTI
Sepsis kicked in
Eating lower part of the spine, the sacrum
Fusing S1 through the S5
Causing a disc herniation
A triangular bone
How to repair?
How to defuse a pain to go away?
When antibiotic Meropenem
A carba …
A carbapenemase as is …
Unable to seal this bone
Corrective action?
Surgery as was revealed from MRI
Yea, surgery as was revealed from an MRI
Bone eaten due to an ESBL, an E.coli
Could 2nd infection kicked in
A nosocomial bug?
A polymicrobial superbug?
Am praying for a not
Let’s knock this bug
To outer most space
As a our dear God
Protects my BBF ..
Yea, He will protect my best friend!
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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There were, icicles in the windows
The sun melting some of it …
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Telling me to run fast like a marathon
I thus, had a dream of the icicle
No one sees in me
OMG, only He gave me the image that was me
Run, run, run fast
Don’t let them kill you
Run, run and run fast
Like your NYC marathon
Run from hate, never let in
… you got to go, go after love
I feel numb –
Because they make me feel dumb
I will not let them have none of this belief
I believe in me; I will not let them discredit me
It’s ok for their view …
Now, it doesn’t matter to me
I flew out fast …
Like a tiny, tiny, tiny kite than a huge one
Like a bird, with the will to love
… and live
Who must provide for the feed
Of its tiny family holding onto a tree
If you ever begin to question me
Will I stay, to take abuse?
There’s no use to explain
It never made any sense
Looking back …
Love is worth
-to defend
It was love that kept me there
For the work done …
It was a lot in my heart
Endless seeds there
It grew to gazillions of it-
of the greatest seeds
I gave endless of it …
They knew, they never had
They never knew much
I didn’t know that …
I taught them a lot
Endless of my knowledge
They thought they did
I gave them … so much of it
At the end, it was so much
They didn’t know, what to do it
At the end, I had to defend
I decided not
… to crawl and died
Instead, I gathered all my love seeds
That I had planted with super intentions
They took it to the cleaners to wash it out
They placed it with hate … as a debate
They thought was better than love
They never accepted my kindness nor my love
They confused it was hate and a date
They sat-ate with me, like Judas-disciples’
Jesus came to recognized me
Go fast, bring me out of this sight
It was hard to compare at the end
Why such hostility … they with me
Now in reality not in their mentality
I am the one with all the logic they lack
I must place reason, where none
Love bears fruit that hate, had not
The icicles kept me cold
The sun warmed me
The naked trees all says’, seek a home
In the winter beckons to be loved
That’s because, it’s naked and cold
Exposed to the elements and all
You may think they have no souls
How wrong you may think, not!
I dare you not, argue with me
I can prove any dead soul to rise from its grave
Conflict with me that only you can catch a cold
Has anyone performed a swab onto a tree?
Why not?
Start next time
Question this tree
Are you alive or dead?
He will reply “Feel me, and admire me,
… am alive more than you!”
I provide O2 for all of you …
How dare you question me, I have no feelings
Next time, you cut me
Know! That I, do bleed
Perhaps not red like your blood
I do bleed green chlorophyll, as I feel
Feel my heart, the truck you break
Do not leave a fuck note instead grab my trunk
Do not piss me off …
Urinate and toss garage on my sides
Pick up all your crab and garage
Throw it and sale it to the highest bid
It could be recycled …
I advise you, make money from it
Do not piss me off …
By putting , all your unwanted materials
I am not a serial killer
You can take -to court
Resort to criminalize me …
Because, I never provided enough seed for you!
I produced O2
Enough for you … in returned you spat me
As you call me a green rat
Placing multiple of them as a home
My feet were eaten …
I felt all the pains starting green stained
I’ve been turned off for so long
… and you wronged me …
I am over 100 years old
… am to a closing
Am, fading slowing
I’ve taken all the tolls
As I am, am
As I’ve home you dearly
Am not dying with fears
But, with tears …
Of bleeding for humans
I cared …
I will give my last of breaths
Before, I do know
It is, whom shall
Definitely! Get, my last breaths
Do not pour beer to kill me
Do not burn me alive …
I can feel, cry, and get mad …
Every time you pin hate and not a note of love
Am now dying
Am, not dying alone
I see the sun, lastly …
It has been my friend from the start
At the end, it will be with me
My God, proud and pleased with me
Am given my last green breaths
I am content! -for giving all
They never thank me …
Were they supposed to thank me?
I shall not wait
It’s already too late
The tree gates of heaven
Now, awaits …
It’s a slow sun dim
Do I feel no pain?
The sun no longer burns
But, man’s pain
God!
Goodbye, humans
I now leave
… with all my love
My advice to all …
Give respects to all of the trees for your breaths
Even the seeds
You don’t see
Those are the wheats from God
That was once, I
You were all tested …
I’ve once met one human, in my 100 of, years!
Whom, gave me a hung
That was enough …
Am, now departing …
I can’t feel nor see the sun
Whom I have known for a century
It was indeed, my only true friend
Yea, my only
True friend
Am, entering my chlorophyll home
I shall meet all those who have come before me
Now, truly
My life ends …
I do have a friend
That is, my God …
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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If you thought, I was a threat
You haven’t seen … nothing yet!
A threat is a disturbance
A change in your lifestyle
You are not willing and/or ready to accept
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An environmental wakeup call
An infusion and/or a intrusion
A tsunami, caused by displacement ocean’s
A tornado, taking all in, the forces
Lightning, with intense force
A fire as you, asleep
An attack on your integrity
A discriminatory view of you not true
A crack in the wall placed on you …
What to do? Run fast
While you still can …
Leave behind gate of hate
Keep safe love, where it can never be replaced
Run, run and run fast from that place of hate
Serve love, well. Take a plane
… Where love grows
Can take you to a nice place that is safe
Don’t you ever go, where you find a bug
That hates, instead sit next to a normal flora
That is nice … think twice, who sits next to you
Not a pathogen but, a nice person
Who is friendly
Not a pathogen
Who is not friendly
Who’s a contaminant
… full of hate?
Race to love
… run away from hate
A pathogen
Where can you find a bug?
A pathogen
A multi-drug-resistant organism, MDRO, one
A living fungus
A yeast, a pathogen that is …
Must ask: “Where can you find a bug …?”
Living for long time on surfaces?
Where can a living, unable to be seen
A Living thing onto your skin?
A potential life-threatening innocent
The silence on machines, angels
Those on ventilators, central lines
Feeding tubes, catheters
Indwelling devices, with a yeast host
On alert of acute … long term areas
How fragile is that?
Too much, a rush
To crush this bug
Now, it is hard to brush your hair
You start feeling scared as you dare to wake up
I, you thought
A threat. Oh, not never, I!
You haven’t seen
Nothing yet
… as it states!
I am a multi-drug-resistant
organism (MDRO)
… better yet C.auris
Where can you find it?
Immune compromised suppressed
Debilitating, soft-gentle
Weakened immune systems
All weak victims
… stay strong
… never weak
It is embedded and ready to bed
onto wounds, skin surfaces
Your groin, axilla, ears
As it moves onto your internals
Urine, respiratory thus, blood stream, and so on
Dreams you can’t have
Blame this bug, a yeast you don’t want
Perhaps as you scream
Now, you dream not
… of this nice thing
Am a weapon of mass destruction coming in
Thus, thing creep’s patients in medical devices
Am, a yeast-fungal not a bacterium nor a virus
A multi-drug-resistant, fear me not?
Fear me always … you do not want colonization
How to stop it?
Washing hands
Frequent bathing
Yes, alcohol-based hand sanitizer
(ABHS)
Wake up …now, before too late
You don’t fall asleep and not eat
Because you fear me!
I am a global health threat
Be nice, don’t stay-to go to nursing homes
Don’t be vulnerable-save yourselves
Save yourselves … again and again
Avoid weakness-stay strong
Visit Kryptonite, dream hard
… you came from this place
Wake up next to me
Take care of yourself and your body
Aim to be somebody, but strong
Don’t go wrong, ever! Stay strong
Be nice to it … Eat right
Visit your MD and hang out with love & love
Love and love
More love
… and more of it
I say, love
Yes, love
Protect your nervous system
Don’t be nervous 2go to your MD
Seek help early on
If you need a ventilator
Tell all your friends
Take care
Early on …
Protect your larger one
Your skin … it’s your heavy blanket
Wrap yourself with love
Am, here to stay
Wake up and don’t visit me
Run away from me, super-fast
Where? Can you find me?
Am Candida auris, never your friend
If your immune system
A super good one
I shall avoid you
I will skip you
You, now last online
If you weaken
Immune system
You now opened to me
You belong to me
You first online … I, to cause a crime
Don’t be blind
Wake up!
Avoid me!
Yes, at all cause
Defrost me, claim love never hate
As you allow me in… I shall walk in …
I, now you unfriend onto your skin
As I crept in …
I know, your new friend
Which, that you don’t want
Why not! Am a bug
That causes illnesses
Am yeast …
You, definitely
Do not want
May, I say
Am your worst
Of nightmare …
I might have said it before
I fight to get in and leave you in despair
Race and face your nightmares
I can now give you nightmares
Pray and run from me
From that place onto your skin
Seek out your best Infectious Disease, MD
She may still be learning
Get your book
Seek out your best MD
Not here on this Earth
Pray for Him to get rid of this MDRO
An opportunist … you?
Yes, you are …
Vulnerable to the elements
A hospitalized patient
As you become victimized-colonized
C.auris now your friend
Is not airborne
However, it can
During sneezing
As aerosols-generating high turbulence
As activities
Bed setting
Unpractical touching
Can set in contamination
As potential threats of spread kicks in …
There’s another MDRO
Surely, raising up
It’s coccidiomycosis
(coc·cid·i·oi·do·my·co·sis)
A polymorphic fungus, in its parasitic phase
It is caused by Coccidioides immitis
Endemic SW of USA and northern Mexico
Thus, fungus comes to life as mycelial strands
With infective form …
No other than, arthroconidia
What kills Coccidioidomycosis?
Yea, what kills Coccidioides?
Of course, antifungal meds
That of: Fluconazole (Diflucan)
Itraconazole (sporadic, tours)
Is the killing effect of coccidioidomycosis
How to disinfect surfaces … Infected
Contaminated cleaned?
10% bleach and
70% ethanol
Let’s think again …
Let’s put on a thinking cap again & again
Perhaps not of a hat
Let’s prefer a helmet
That will not allow a bug to crawl in
Let’s not be dumb
Let’s never pretend
You thought you had a friend
A normal flora, can
Never a pathogen whom-whom never can!
You thought, I a dumb head …
That grew mold, as you been told
As the story quickly gets old and bold
Without neurons but, pseudo-hyphae
Am a Candida auris, MDRO yeast
… that I, am
How can you kill me?
… echinocandins, an antifungal drug
Rezafungin: An Intravenous drug perhaps
Sources infect: Wounds, urine and blood
How, it looks onto soft skin?
Yea, how it looks
-into soft skin?
Color red, small, raised rash …
Cure me?
Some say turmeric home remedy
Can fix a fungal infection
You tell that to a pharmacist!
How about apple cider vinegar (ACV), maybe!
Amphotericin B deoxycholate
I mg/kg daily
Infants of 2 months
We know today
Echinocandins
- Resistant increasing fast
Non-invasive sites
Urines and respiratory
Should you treat
Colonized patients
With C.auris?
Ask the pharmacist
-not the Microbiologist
He/she will refer
-to the Micro Tech
Refer back-and-forth
Anidulafungin 200 mg IV
Thus, 100 mg IV daily
Just like that
- not FDA for children
Caspofungin, 70 mg IV
Yea, 70 mg IV … Thus, 50 mg IV daily
Based body surface area
Micafungin 100 mg IV daily
… This end
How to end a MDRO?
Reach out to your senator
Big pharma to work
On a killing of a pathogen
Never, a normal flora, which is safe to have
Send out a soldier, you can fight enemies
A soldier …
Whom sees, us all equal
Willing to defend, us all
Perhaps loose his life
Because he knew
He must give us freedom
He only wished
He had …
Instead, he prefers
To die and defend
This way …
He is satisfied at the end
His friends are the love he gave
A price he paid …with his life and all
Because he knew his love was that strong
To die for his countrymen, tall and all
Buried under the sun alone, God sees
Only his goodness … He, his only witness
He was sent home
His only home …
He now, only knows
That was because he was once homeless
He was given a temporary home
His new permanent home
Will always last … he, in no rush
That was because there he’ll be left alone
With music melodies never end
He has been pinned with endless love
Here, comes everyone
Reach out to love
There’s a defender in heaven
Whom have died for everyone
Pray and sing, love been sprayed on 2everyone
Come all …
Come all, come all
Sing praises to a soldier who had endless love
Come, come hear his cries
Where, he now resides in the skies
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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MJ, the play, you may think of him
… is not really him irrelevant
… of what you may think of him
He was a music man, king of pop
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A creature of God
A soldier, with a will to live
Death by man, his time was not up
He still had music to give
The world loss an artist
His children their dad,
What’s missing, know he had plentiful 2give
At the end
It was sad
Unable to bring an artist back
Today, able to give life back through his music
We know, none are born
… with a prescription pinned
Like Jesus died
… on the cross with
A crown …
As it was inscribed: INRI
Latin “King of the Jews”!
As he died and rest to stand the test of times
Not MJ with endless critiques
Almost pinned like a black Jew
Did parents throw their children to the wolves?
To be feed to the dog or were they the dog?
MJ, the musical!
Came to life Thursday May 1, 2025 at 7PM
Heartfelt for love … with dances and songs
The floors moved and he moved with every beat
Guest what, Michael Jackson
He was no different, then anyone of us
Did anyone saw that coming?
A genius of his times
Hey, you define a masterpiece?
It is after their death, they rise like the sun
Leaving endless marks …
As we can now mark our calendars
To watch the play again and again
In our heads, in the minds of endless
That it is now, we beginning to comprehend
A man, whom was never shown love
It was perhaps, just that …
That he stood out among the many of others
As he was seeking out love
Just like Jesus, both misunderstood
Whom are we to judge?
Judge him right or wrong
You and I, were never there
All man, will try to bribe if you’ve money
Was MJ a victim?
Did he victimize?
Let us all realize
Think twice, next time you pass judgement
The pain that’s strong
You can never right a wrong
But, you can-but, yea you got to get strong
When all the storms are aimed straight at you
It was so sad
To learn what was done
Perhaps you an innocent man
He was anesthetized
Yea, he was anesthetized
To be sized to death
All his talents
Buried with him
Today, crown king of pop
Who can pop a bottle and cork it back?
Can anyone stand up states
“MJ was a man, in need of our love?”
Haven’t you been misunderstood?
Have you been told, how others misinformed?
You in hurts …
Of the stories told, that was not you!
Not even him, the genius music man
Whom, was on his league all his own
Unable to stand up to defend himself
He defenseless and soon coming to an end
He couldn’t fight
He was not a bull
He was not a wrestler
He a teaser for everyone
We thought he’ll live forever … and ever
He was misunderstood
All took him to the woods
To be bury in the woods
All wanted his talents and his hoods
In the woods, is where they buried his love
He was so misunderstood …
He was taken for granted
His playground
Never existed
He called it “Neverland”
A land that was never there
Or existed
Only in his mind
Where his animals
Gave him love
A phony psychiatrist
Whom provided him
A fake prescription
To fall asleep never to wake up
Did he think this was love?
For MJ, it was
For others, watching their tv screens
OMG! Michael Jackson taking out in a stretcher!
They said endless of things
Remarks that hurt-ed so much
Much to say …
As word, spread like flies
They left spreading words
Like fires …
They left him
… with white marks
Yes … embedded onto his skin
Like an uncontrolled train rushing in
He hearing all in
Unable to bear it
All in all, trying to ease him
They took all his black skin
In order to make him fit in placed it onto a jar
He was no fool, it was a skin disease
He had a disease
Where cells produce melanin, died
And/or stops to function
Thus called “Vitiligo”
If thus, is not bad enough
You tell me, what is?
He gave his dad
… endless of thrills
He gave his fans
Enormous thrills
With albums
Like, Thriller
Whom can hate and stone MJ?
Watching, observing and looking back
It was human alright!
Those without sins, cast the first stones!
He wasn’t perfect
Neither, are we
Let us stand today
Make room for a man that once’ s lived
He thrilled us
With his music genius
His feet hit the floors
… with his every beat
He twisted, banged, and sang songs
Like a genius
But, more than that a man
… whom was hated
He accused as a pedophile
You show me the proof!
A man lacking love
… beatings from his dad
With no childhood memories
But, a dad with dreams
Holding his sons to extreme
“You got to do this for the family!”
Yes, dad
It is understood
As it stated to Michael
“Work harder, but dad, “I am!” It is not enough?
You show me what you got
Is the Jackson family you got?
Your talent unique …
Given by Jackson’s blood
… and its genes to carry on
Family patriarch
Now, show me the money!
Is what counts in this family …!
Is only that …
MJ the Musical, proved to be a sensation
Yes, it was a sensation
… standing ovation, applause
Yea, go Michael, yea, yea, go Michael
In NYC …
Neil Simon Theater
It all came to life
In a city, that never sleeps
A mark left
… like a diamond
… in the rough
He had a rough
Life, alright!
He came out
All under the sun
He triumphs
With his talent
… and all
All screamed
To an amazing night
A show to reveal to all
The king of pop … is not dead
Never died, as he came to full life
I, impressed … and? All we
With his quick feet, as it speaks
To the music beat getting everyone on its feet
I never tied of the endless rhythms
Let’s all realize
Michael Jackson was the King of Pop
Prince Roger Nelson, the Prince of Pop
Taylor Swift princess, of Pop
she can sing and pop notes
Aretha Franklin, queen of soul
Marvin Gay, Prince of Motown, Prince of Soul
Louis Armstrong, master jazz trumpeter
Winston Marsalis jazz trumpeter of our days
Donna Summer, queen of disco in the 70’s
Diana cross, queen of Motown
Elvis Presley, king of Rocks & Roll
The Beatles, most influential pop music history
Jesus Christ …
The only Superstar musical
“Jesus Christ Superstar”
It was music by Andrew Lloyd Weber
Lyrics by Tim Rice
Did he eat rice?
Whom rose music to new heights
With operatic beats sung throughout rocks
Did any throw rocks
Because, they didn’t like it?
Oh’ no … Everyone loved it, bring back
Bring back, Jesus Christ Superstar, the rock!
What do they have in common?
They all stood out
As loud as anyone and any sounds
Leaving everyone begging for more songs
All clasping their hands …
Their feet standing
To their every beat
As their heartbeats sound
Can be put to sleep
Yes, as their heartbeats
Sounds can put you to sleep
To all their unique beats
Come, come …
Listen to the beat
Come, come stand up
Listen the to all these beats of music melodies
I can, be put to sleep
To these musical listening
… of MJ the Musical songs
Lyrics of Man in the Mirror
Am now asleep, good night to all
To those, whom has no sins
You cast the first stones
Why is it, is now we triumph listening to MJ?
We now, recognizing a man ahead of his times
Why is it an artist must first die
In order to rise … like the sun?
They are not Jesus, Moses
A prophet, a messiah nor God
They’re all man
With bones and full flesh
Let’s start fresh …
Do not criticize the next artist!
They may be the next MJ
With plagues, fabrics unlike yours
Give them room to grow
Do not disturb their peace
Do not send them
To an early grave
They could be your son’s or daughter’s
Of tomorrows … with sorrows and troubles
Understand them
Give the love
Give them a hug
Give them your love
You tell me
You’ve no troubles
No sins nor never a body placed a wrong pin
Onto your body …or skin
You got to make it known
Do not place a pin onto my body
You never ask for it … you never gave authority to be pin onto your body
The next time some want to claim your body
To place and taint it
You stand up, state
“Hands off, “this is my body not your’ s!”
He, MJ simply a special being
Whom can sing like the winds that now strings
In the winds you can hear Michael sing
He can shake and sing
… unlike anyone in the winds
He can dig a song
He can dig a hole in your heart
He can pierce a cry in our soul
Because, he lacked love and he can give us love
We all begin to hear
Of his cries in the grave
As … dare never to cry
We now know, there’ll never be another Michael
He was no imitation
He had no limits
He was the real deal
He stole the show, he commanded our attention
His music uniquely pleasant to hear
Our ears opened wide
Just like the opened sky
That now rhyme as he died
Can you tell me
Am wrong?
What’s wrong with this picture?
If he states, “What the world needs is love!”
Where can you find love?
Where can you start to look for it?
Where can you search for it?
Where can you recover, if is not from love?
Know, is only love worth fighting
Know, love worth living because, what’s needed
Worth dying, if you know Earth never had it
Love, that you been waiting and ran out of it
Did MJ find love at the end?
Everyone glued to the tv screens
… as seen of his lifeless body
… moved onto the ambulance
At last
He’s free … alright
From the tv screams and the scenes
As everyone screamed
I shall pause
A silence …
For Michael Jackson
For MJ, as we celebrate “MJ the Musical”
MJ died silently, he never felt it coming?
An OD, over dose like most famous of the souls
Suicide, by his own hands
Suicide, by assisted, o ’no by wrong hands; MD
Taken to court
To be proven
A case closed
Death by OD?
… increased lethal dose
… to sleep by his MD
… yes, his psychiatric
I like to end
MJ is asleep
Don’t wake him up
Say nice things
Not bad to wake him up
Yes, he asleep aright
Make right …
Give room to sleep
Don’t wake him up
Let Him
Sleep!
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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There’s a famous song
With an intrusive view
It’s so hard to view
Because his name was Luka
He lived in the 2nd floor, he was abused
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By singer, Suzanne Vega
If you ever hear his cries
He was never satisfied of his blows
As the wind blows, u can hear his cries louder
That which, no one heard …
If anyone opens his tiny torso-am sure bruised
Also confused, only food were his head blows
Not love there, but hate as his roof
Am sure, he huffs and puffs as toys were stuffed
There’s an enormous lack of love
How tough for a 2-year-old
To start a life abandoned and pin to hate
Whom are we to blame, if-when he wakes up
Now with a gun, he killed and then ended
Mothers and fathers
Where are you today?
Where is your place in society?
Can a child defend for themselves
A tiny kitten can’t, what makes you think
Can a 2-year-old?
Now, court decision is changing.
It will be, you both now charged
You abandoned a soul
Placing hate, instead of love
Call me Minnie, never JLO from the Bronx
I may have worked there
I rushed out and escaped fast
I had too much love, before they permanently
Tattooed in my brain that, was never love
I broke multiple bones
Starting to heal
The most was my brain
That’s because it hard to erase
I tried using whiteout and an eraser
It didn’t work … I sought help
From the number one MD
He came for me
Provided a prescription man never have
That was my will live… my God, gave me that
You may not know me
But I do know you …
If I may have seen confused
If I may be presented with no will 2live
Nor give in … It was not because, I was weak
It you thought I was mute
Thus, saw I couldn’t stop talking
Because, inside I was bleeding out love
As no gauze could close those wounds
Perhaps, with a nice perfume on my clothes
To make me look, un-home
As the only proof, I was alive but,
… dying inside from blows should never taken
I was never homeless, alright, inside
… just, appearing like not
Why was that?
… regardless well-dressed had endless of love
… from my hubby and son, not enough from
…. Because, those fools tried hard bury me alive
None knew love, I can now claim
The very few … who was nice enough
To respect me
That was enough!
That was a lot to grab
However, too many haters on my back
On that horrific crazy job that I loved
I did leave, my bed sweats
… from endless tears
I walked in cleaned
I left them dirty from their looks
No-one should be able to overpower you
… like that
None should treat like that
Pinning onto you
Your garbage, they are not
As a Microbiologist in-charged it didn’t matter
How Brillant, I was
With all my neurons were attached
They tried to prove it was not
As an impeccable writer and Microbiologist
They all tried to discredit my records
To prove, I can’t read, speak nor rule
I want to let you in to a secret
They never believed in love
That I had and almost died for it
My words of advice to all
Don’t do what I did
Sacrifice my life
For a job that at the end
Tried to defame, discriminate, incriminate
Sacrifice like Christ
With a pen and paper as a script
It was the final straw
It was God coming in
With an invisible rod, He now in-charge not HR
He indicated: “How can you cuff an innocent woman, without a crime?”
He grabbed my hands, “Let’s get out here!”
We did, “Am, I am looking back?”
It was not an easy pill to swollen
I felt like a child
… abused by a system, that had rules for me
They questioned my psyche
The niceness as weakness
My professionalism as having none
They tried to pin my nice on them
When all I saw on they were sneaks from
Their mouths, coming out
Were they all sneaks?
You judge them, not me
They tried to prove I was wrong, never them
How much do you know of a published scientist?
A guest speaker at Vancouver, Canada
A Research Scientist at Harvard
It was never enough. Never for them
They pictured me as dead brain
That’s ok …
My God, knows me well
Difference and distinguish between them
I am no fool, I’ll shall never be like them
I’ve an ins option in my heart
Written with letters in Red
It spells LOVE
I have it, for everyone
I’ve shared with the wrong one, never again
I walked out almost insane
Today, moving forward without them
In my heart, I know …
Despite perfect score on all inspections
JACHO, NYS, EPA, Fire and all …
It will never be smart for us, as they indicated
I know, I scored onto my brain 100%
… because of their work longevity
As they stated: of 68, 48 and 30 years
With perfect attendance, they felt untouched
Nothing wrong can they do!
With that of an impeccable record of attendance
They can’t be touched, even if incompetent
As they say, whom you know
This crowd refused to accept you
I was made no look as if, no good, a fool
A rejection to erase my perfection
Perhaps, a toxic injection to discredit me
To let me know, am no good in their eyes
They are perfect, never me, I can’t competent
They score me rotten …
Like a rotten apple you throw with a mold
No matter how perfect, I or poised
They made sure, to create, was not I
They made it a 180-degree turn, it negatively
Creating in everyone’s heads
Is whom, am …
As they painted me with a black horn and thorns
Using their own colors
To taint me black with hate, I escaped
I now, know better
They all melt in the sun like butter
That’s because they all have hate
The sun didn’t line that with them
It prefers to hate never to love, don’t hate
Know. I don’t need you
I am on my own
God, with me
“If, He with me
Thus, know no one, against me!”
I will not crawl on my bed …
I will not pull over the blankets over my head
I will not pull my hair, as I once did!
I will not take a knife bleed out to death
Instead, I will cry with Him, as He cradles me
My name is Minnie
If I looked sad, If I looked confused
If looked misunderstood, please know
It was not me because I am Luka but, sad a revision, now know am Minnie, nice to know
Is there more? Yes! It is not because I am not
Jenny from the block, not because I want 2be
JLO from the Bronx, not because I wish,
I lived in a palace, not because I want 2be
… smart, I know, I am…
I despite what they thought-started
I am a survivor, survived insults, came out alive
Being burned alive …
Onto a brick wall building made of paper
It was never strong, because they placed hate
I thought it was made of steel
It was not, to my amazement
It was made of clay as my tears dripped
It was supposedly withstand fire, it did not
I was set on fire without knowing, I escaped
As they tried super hard to dishonor me
To burn me alive and never leave prints of it
They all did, in my heart, mind and rioted me
All while trying to steal my love and pink heart
They failed, as I escaped … within 30 minutes
With written scripted 6/6/25
I resigned! Retired
Now, looking back how sad
They never had no love but, hate
Why? They never knew God
All in all, they have a fruit basket full of hate
They are lacking knowledge
I packed with love,
I, thus collectively
Gathered it
Put on my helmet from God walked out safe
I ran, like a NYC marathoner that I am
Regardless, they think I am weak
Crawling thus Earth like a bug
I love microbes, a bug
It doesn’t mean am, one!
I must never look back
As I ran fast from their gates of hate and hell
No room for me there, glad am gone
… from that hell place in the Bronx
Almost losing my life
Life is too fast-precious
Is, why I chose the health profession
They should all go to confession
However, not in the Bronx with their friends
They would all be non-guilty
Thinking, they did no wrong
I am the wrong, never them
The years and clout have proven a haven
I only have heaven-earned, that’s enough
At the end, we will all be judged
You can only take love
The goods done, love, you had
Not fake friends
…. whom pretended were friends or colleagues
I thus, must re-evaluate
The experiences in my head
We’re all too real
The printed embedded
That, for certain health I must erase
I shall pin and liberate from it
Now, that are clearly in my brain cells
As I age, as your exquisite grape
I will be ripped with love
Will surround myself with blessings
That those people thought
I didn’t deserve
How can you write a wrong?
How they thought it was, I wrong and they right
I- weak and they-strong, – as a dynamite
I can never be blow to pieces
I am protected by the greatest army
Known to man that is, my God
You can be protected too … ask and follow Him
He will never leave you
He sends the greatest army Known
Know, He full of love
He pours out endless of it from mouth of rivers
Try to catch Him, before it’s too late
If lives in the skies
He takes rides onto rainbows
He lets you know, He is here
Those prism colors, is that He’s letting you know
He is here, alright
All He asks of you …
To look deep in your heart, mind and soul
Who is hurting you? Am, sure you know!
Pray for them, and forgive
Now, walk away and ask always for Him
Don’t let bad stick
Don’t ever be tricked by fools
Don’t let them in when they ring your doorbell
When they try again
To ring your dumbbell, is they dumb not you
Know! You never respond to number 666
This time you know better
You’ve realized it is them, not you
Right on time God, He entered in for you
Before, they took a precious life
I thought, I liked a dirty bum
They all made me feel like one dumb
As I was drunk, I never drink nor take drugs
Don’t get me wrong, I credit a homeless man
Whom turned my life around
We all have a purpose, even a bum
Know that, wholeheartedly …
I was tested, if I am an obedient disciple
Proven, I was! That was enough!
Being thrown to the wolves, I was spat on
This way, I won’t let anyone know
Guess what?
My heart knows
You can’t beat nor hate, why?
Because is where God lives!
Yes, He lives here. It’s where, He lives
I believe and give love
Only, those deserving it
This time, I know better
I will not be abused nor tricked by fools
By someone, I thought it was not fit
I will not bite my nails
As I once did
I will not bite my tongue occasionally
I will not fall apart nor drop with faint and paint
I will not pull my hair; I dare you dare me
I will instead wake up in pain and sweat
Instead, I will always look at the red sun
I shall appreciate and admire every rainbow
God’s splendors, that is flowers and its colors
I will give endless love to all, never those bums
I, bruised by a health institution in NYC of Bronx
Whom may have seen me weak, hated all of me
Preferring to lack me up in a mental institution
Prison, or delete me from this Earth
As they shut down my computer immediately
They didn’t know me, I survived blues and blows
My love that strong, I can break any walls
I did, thus escaped, am now free from those … idiots am out with the sea that truly sees
I can now, love myself indefinitely and complete
I will not look back …
But, forward with those who can love me
I’ve caught the train and bus to love
My home is always’ decorated with love
They with fates of hate
Love can never be replaced
They should all go to a school of love
However, Earth has none
Is up high you can claim, where God sits and rest
I tried to decorate their heart of hate
Instead, they rated me like a criminal
It was never a match with my heart
I bleed out … for much love, I had
They all formed a chain of hate, I broke it
I proved love stronger than that of hate
There’s no place, for you, I in hurts
… too many of times been tricked by you
It’s now time to depart
… you will never break my heart
He owns it
Now, try now
It will never be broken again
Why, because it’s love in here
You’ll always find
All those parts of me you broke,
Are now, left behind, will never be broken again
All the cries, pains and the drains like a sink
As you trying to make me fit onto a boat
Yes, all to sink
Know! Am, no longer weak
Am, not a worm
I am strong
Know, your wrongs
I am right, you are all weak
I can never, ever be tricked
I am not rustic metal
I am Steel, like Superman
Know, am a woman not from Kryptonite
I came from God, why not you?
Remember this, God sent for me
A rustic old train to bring me safe
He didn’t care of your $250,000 salary
That! Compared to mine, was penny’s
He sees-weights love never money you weight
In your head you belittled me
That’s ok!
He sees all critiques and negatives
The sacrifices I made for love, it’s people’s
He always knew he was honest and enough
The accidents not in my head
The traffic, tolls, insurance, gas, and abuses
Never that in just my head but reality
I volunteering my time? Oh, yes
My staff, making more money, crazy or not?
Do you call this wage discrimination?
There’s a new entrance
Where you can’t find love
You can find hate all in that place
It is in that place, that’s buried love
In the city of the Bronx … Pelham PKWY
I left some marks, institution claiming care
… with love, now I can laugh
Little was known, my heart had plenty of it
They tried to steal it, a writer with freedom I
If I ever, enter there
It would be with extreme caution
Where, I almost was burned alive
Getting out barely alive, at the perfect time
As they say, life is all about “Timing!” Agreed
Where can you find love
Never there, in the Bronx
Where, I once stepped and worked
I exited out right on time, before I died
Now, I will never look back but, forward
Where you think love can be found?
Never, ever where you find hate
Never ever, where plants of hate grow
There are tiny plants. Of it, there
Where its multiples in full hate, is this place
I rushed out … with a bruised heart
Instead of red was black that God saw
Before they pin it onto me
They all tried hard to flourish my clean art
They couldn’t find an ounce of hate on me
So, they raced out to catch me, instead
I raced out … still, in hurts not Jacobi at the eyes
As would try 2contaminate me with their hates
I gave 12 1/2 years, now my retirement here
Ahead of me will be the rainbows and the sun
My future offsprings that I can look 4ward
As my grandchildren in heaven comes in Spring
I know, will come in 2026 an angel will arrive
I know that …
Because, I always dream ahead
As reality follows me with God, ahead
He’s holding my hands
He’s cradling me
He is blessing all of me
He will put me to sleep
A new day … has arrived
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Mag.nee.shuhs
Dioecious … logy, science culturally
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Apple PodcastsAndroidRSSMono, one; His God
Di, two; He and She;
He and we; and Dios, God in Spanish
Phenology, plant flowering, migration of birds
… butterflies, patterns, bees, caterpillars
… along waves of nature and rivers flows
… studying natural events season-to-season,
… year-to-year, the natural rhythm existence
… of our ecosystem
… With God, in it!
Botany, botanical gardens best known Brooklyn
Famous, 200 cherry blossom trees
… pink seen
Horticulture, agriculture, nature and botany
Science of connected
… like connective tissues
Botany: studies plants scientifically/historically
Emphasis biology, ecology and evolution
… Is God reality but, with His eyes
… to all to enjoy, all its views
To beautify our worlds meaningfully-spiritually
… for an amazing landscaping
… mentally and physically
Horticulture, can seek trees by medical benefit
… medical and agricultural and/or landscapes
Is an intertwine of God and nature
With flowers, plants, trees and nature all asleep
… with God, in it
How do flowers, make more of its own?
How to make, a human?
These two questions …
I shall master its answers!
What is mono? One, like God
What is Di?
Two, like two sexes male and female
Why are these two questions, incredibly unique
To view the answers and pleasure for the eyes?
Flowers are God’s creation
… with His inner eyes
A human life, is God inside all the nations
… with His creations
Let’s start with a flower within all the hours
How it comes to life, in a glass hour?
Monoecious plant, can bloom without another
plant and set seed on its own and pollinate
Dioecious, requires plants opposite sex
to bloom and achieve pollination …
Flowers reproduce asexually, by pollination
… pollen transferred female part, stigma
Thus, fertilizes the ovules …
This leads to seeds and fruits growth
How do baby plants come to be?
There, at base of the base of the pistil;
… Female reproduce part of a flower
Is where fertilization will take place
… the pollen, allow to grown down the tube
Now, sex cells in the ovaries merge
With the sex cells from the pollen form eggs
… develop seeds or
… little tiny, tiny, tiny
… baby plants
How about humans?
You know humans?
Embryos or in-vitro-fertilization (IVF)
The miracle of human life
… Is it the story
… of Adam and Eve, Book of Genesis?
What do you believe?
In the Abrahamic religious
Judaism, Christianity and Islam
Where all philosophical debates
Til, this date debates…
I say, science will not stand
On its way, is an open way
… and, an open language
… for man to comprehend
Let’s describe and not regurgitate
Of a contradiction Bible vs. science
Female reproductive cell, oocyte joins
A male reproductive cell, human sperm or
… zygote implanted uterine wall
Thus, fertilized and an embryo joined
… in the fallopian tube
… as it emerged into an embryo
… traveling down to become, morula
… once reached the uterus
… becoming a, blastocyst
… embeds lining of the uterine wall
to form human cells …
Where, development takes place to fetus
Of growth internal organs, full blown …
9 months later …
Human all formed!
Now, the pains endured
In labor and raising a human soul
With endless bills
You forgot to name
Your child …
Adam or Eve
You tell me?
I forgot, IVF!
Egg + Sperm, in Petri dish= fertilized
… transferred uterus = Pregnancy
… 9 months later = Human, that simple!
Not, an AI
You all knew …
But, you and you, knew the comparison!
Now …
You do!
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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How you know, Spring is coming?
You look all around, there’s different sounds!
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They start to see, as we see them
… to hear God in in plentiful
… as we await the entrance
… of beautiful flowers and clothing of trees
Many varieties of His treats for our eyes to view
As toddlers will roll o to the grass with dogs
The moving waters
… a path to Spring
Yes, a path to Spring!
Women and man putting away their winter coats
As tiny frogs take a peek at the coming Spring
You start to feel a buzz of bees
… a feel nice breeze on your face and skin
You begin to anxious
to see Spring come to
The ponds and the sea anxious to see
… as brings an abundance creatures
As springs new life …
A silhouette in the making
Of His creations …
I could see the horizon
The sun waking up …
The climate changing for the better
The weather changing from colder to warmth
The buzzing of bees your ears, you hear
It’s all crystal clear, Spring almost here
You can’t wait… to taste honey
… and the friendliest flowers to your view eyes
Yes, the friendliest flowers to your eyes
As you begin to look all around …
You hear, the most perfect sounds
All around …
It is God …
All around with His perfect sound
The sun coming earlier for visits
The nights wait, now more for us
Days seem longer … We can do more, it’s God
Letting us know, He cares and is everywhere
Here, there, somewhere and everywhere
… You thought
He was never there
He is but, in meniscal
Like a lens, He bends, never dense
He can be concave or in a cave not concrete
He is soft and unique
He is silkier
Yes, He is silk
… and warmth
… and brings, the sun
He wants all to see and feel Him …
Are the reasons
He brings Spring and a fireball
… as a Son
He wants children to come out play with a ball …volleyball, basketball, softball, and so it goes
The naked ground replaced by grass …
As you now begin to relax sitting onto the grass
There’s the coming of trees’ buds
But, you thought was not …
You look again …. You see snowdrop
of colors of white all around
… different colors and flowers
You noticed, coming earlier
You begin to ask, why?
Is climate change …
Changing our season, earlier?
Is this a good or bad change?
As you begin flowers and tree buds earlier
Every year, it’ll all come …
Every year comes …
The humming, the humming of birds
A spectacular view as children chew gum
They feeling dumb with gummy tongues
With candy more candies and cotton candy
… bread crumbs feeling dandy
With long ponytails, they riding a pony
Some with a bun feeling not so dumb but, fun
None understood their parents
As they try to run errands … thus, done
The moon comes all at once, next the sun
None can compliant, if they’ve a son to play
At the end, you need a friend to lend a laugh
To fend off the bugs under the rugs …
You can’t crack a joke, you too serious
Women with hats comes
Soon will be Easter
To enjoy the perfect sun
You look at the beaming heat …. Women dressed Uniquely … as different flowers comes, matched
It is a splendor of God’s display
… As children play
… waited long enough, was tough days ahead
The snow, no melted away with the sun
The winter cold put away … til next year
All the summer fun will come, now
All the catholic nuns in church covered up
In the beach with bikini, perhaps not
It’ll be tourist and the young having fun
Done nicely hair bun, not looking dumb
But nicely dressed to impress under a dress
With feelings of hunger, they hang out
In the beach, peaches on their hands
… stretching out to the skies
… playing with endless rubber bands
… they in the sand, some stand up
It is not an insult the growth of pregnant woman
There’s the increase of blood flows … that glows
As you eat more and feels less full
It’s that you eating for two or more?
It is a new life inside
… Soon, will come a life
… like flowers in the spring
What the connection pregnancy with flower’s?
With both arrivals …
comes a beauty to view
Life…
Flowers to admire during a pregnancy: pink roses, peony, Star of Bethlehem, pink tulips
… blue violets, pink carnations
… blue violets, etc.
Are beautiful to view …
Why women are flowers?
That because, women give birth to man
… this way, all can enjoy Spring that came
March 21, 2025
A woman gives birth, 9 months after cooking
In her womb, ready to give birth!
She now divides into the future
… a life arrived in the Spring
Just as I did, April 1 of a year
Just know, he will soon be, 34
This is all
I want you to know
Is it a lot?
… I think, so!
This you should, yea
This you should all know!
Next time, you witness magnolia bud
With its red colors or not
It’s is God, from above
He is emerging from a long nap
Weather, you think it or not
It is He, alright …
Let’s sit back
For Spring to arrive
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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What’s Easter?
Is not bunny nor eggs!
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The Risen Lord
When you think of Easter …
Is not hats, pretty clothes, flowers booming
… or the beaming of Spring
It is about, Christ the King
Whom, we all should sing
Whether you’ve bronchitis or laryngitis
Try to sing to him
He’ll listen comfortably
He knows, you tried
He will not judge you
If you tried hard …
Try harder, I bet you can
You got to know
If your voice cracks or sounds sad
Don’t react nor groan …
Bend your knees and pray more
He’ll loved you more
Because, you’ve tried to seek him
Is all … him and all we
We got to understand, Him
Ask for Him …
Dear wholeheartedly
Thus, is what
He asks of you
Keep love …
Dismiss, what is not
If your dog looks ugly, wet with dirt
grooming your dogs may be one of Him
Now, go!
Stop, is He somewhere there?
Maybe yes or know that, He is
Know, He often in disguise
He settles onto the skies …
When you see a cloud moving by
Is He alright!
Yes, Is He alright?
Perhaps a figure pops up
Take a lollipop
Offer it to Him …
He doesn’t need it, He is sweet as is
He doesn’t eat
He does, when you give Him love
When you see a homeless man
Maybe is Him …
Placing nice cloths onto Him
Don’t mock on Him
Give him a hug, a hand
Place nice perfume and wash His feet
When you less expected
As you become desperate and abandoned
There He is waiting for You
You didn’t know, He comes
He had onto an invisible jet
A butterfly went by …
You followed …
It was an unusual of colors
Gold, purple, yellow-green, pure honey with
A sweet sound and a melody never heard before
I tried to follow more …
A dollar found thru my search
I played the lottery
A number given to me in my sleep
It was not 666 …
It was a spirit number floating free onto waters
My eyes caught a peak
When I felt weak
I thought, it was a trick
I looked endless of times
It was real, alright …
I went to sleep, as I died
I was frozen not waking up
I did, what to do with it?
I collected my luck …
I prayed to Him to give others that don’t have
Once again …
This time, by worshiping Him
My Lord …
That I will keep and treasure
I smell, need a spiritual shower’s
He came alight …
I now, feel satisfied
As I’ve cleansed myself whole heartily
Putting my favorite perfume, in the afternoon
As the days elongated as bloomed
Now, the folding of your winter cloths
… and putting away the heavy coats
Perhaps, you may think bring music to forget
… the cold as the sun walked and sink-ed in
Or maybe the beaming of Spring
As it strings in, right in!
With colored eggs or white uncolored bunnies
As children play during the long days
They sing Easter in their heads all day …
All happy faces …
In their heads, as none pretended
With marshmallows and candies
All dreaming of Easter candies in their heads
They wake up tired and hungry
Mama, what’s for breakfast?
Is it chocolates decorated like mini eggs!
Dear Easter Head, King of Easter
Wherever you may be …
Take winter 2025, never to come
Bring Spring and the King of 2025
The king wishes
Jesus Chris, the Nazarene
Let’s all remember
Why we celebrate Easter?
It is the King, Latin …
INRI, Jesus Nazareth
Nazarenus Rex Iudaeorum
That is: Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews
We got to know Easter
Is really Christ the King
Whom, we all should sing
Is what Easter, all means
Let’s us all sing to the King
Weather, you’ve bronchitis or laryngitis
Try to sing to Him …
He’ll listen, oh so confidently
He knows you tried
He will not judge you
If you try hard … try harder
If your voice cracks or not, or sound sad
He loves you more, never bored of you
Because, you’ve tried write on the board
Is all He asks of you
Show Him, some love
Keep love … never hate
Dismiss all what is not
Love, love and more love
Endless of it, is what He needs and loves
He doesn’t eat …
That’s because, is love He seeks and needs
Know that …
Wholeheartedly
Believe … believe and believe deep
In love and all of what is love …
In love and all of what is love
Love, love
Yes, love, love, love
…. and endless of it
Is what you all
Need to believe
Get it now
You’ll last
Plant, it this seed …
Plant a seed, in our planet
Is really, what our world’s needs
It’s a quiet seed desperately trying to exist
Let it be free … as the winds carries it
Let it all ring …
Let times, be free
You’ll be carried by love
Nothing else
But, love
Spring, is here
Christ, is here
We all near
Listen carefully
Listen to the flower’s harmony
It is He, alright
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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How, I like to end this poem?
Today, Tuesday April 14, 2025?
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He shed love and spit out His last breath
From His veins … for all
As He shed blood all the pains, gave out love
Know, man being stubborn …
While they burn in hell, never His intention!
Because, of His increased and lengthy love
That till this date, endless and infinity … He
No materials nor celestial site, can end like He
He the master of time, He never ends
He goes on forever …
He can never, ever be measured, dare you 2try
He, the universe large and infinite
That, which never ends that’s He
Know, space can’t reach the end of the universe
No speed of light can get you there … onto a ride
Know more, as you reach
It still moves on, going on forever
The moving horizon moves on …
Light continues on, that the theory of relativity
Albert Einstein …
A gene of our time?
He the beginning and the end
Yes, He God the beginning and the end
He, the …
Smallest and limitless
He visible and invisible …
the source of all lights
I had to pause …
He the lens’s perhaps you can see
Not of that, yet-of a develop microscope
He, how many light years away from us?
Go to the mirror
Look at your eyes
Yea, go to the mirror
Look at your eyes
Is He … alright!
As you can catch
The eyes of God
God, it matters, is He there?
The dark energy … is that He?
All the red and microscopic bits of all the bangs
Only He, expands like a rubber band
He the universe, finite and infinite
What two things are finite?
Man’s dumbness not to believe in Him
He that is finite …
The space that never ends
He fits, where you think, He can’t
He there, where all expands
He a bubble that you can see and thus go
A dimension, that exist in your heart
Catch Him before, you go to another dimension
Look for Him now, not later go with Him …
Go to the mirror, shed some tears
Remember how He died, now you shed red tears
Please, look at your heart
Try to match that of His
Make sure, when you bleed red tears
It really comes from your heart … match it
Let it be love …
Now go, now go, go, go
Slowly, move, move slowly
Feel your heart …
Spray it with love
This time …
spray it …
To everyone
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Who was He?
King of salvation, to all the nations
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I know, He will comeback, matter of fact
His name always the same, let’s state an
Alleluia
Alleluia X4
alllllleeeeuuuuuiiiiiiaaa
He’s alive … He never died
He is alive … alleluia X5
It’s a pause …
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
He never died …
He is alive … all the times
Trust Him …
Remember our colors red from His blood
He, the king … He’s above …
Crown with a wooden crown
He’s always right …
He’s alive never died
Alive, He …
He is alive … He never died
When you go astray from sins
Know Him… He’s still, sends the sun
Follow Him …
He won’t get mad
You got to know, He love
Famous because, He had endless love
He’s spiritually rich
He shares …
He Is all love …
Day and nite 24/7/365
He gave His life …
With you, in His mind
Now, think twice …
When you may want to claim Him
… He is not dead
He’s in the skies
Is where …
He lives
Why should you believe this?
Because, Only He owns all, including us
Never ever, ever sell your soul
You’ll won’t get it back
You got to know ..
Should never be up for bid
Know …
He believes in you
Why can’t you?
With this, I leave you, God is love
Don’t pretend, He’ll never came
Not now, not never perhaps never
Maybe or maybe …
You never called
With this, I like to leave … you!
He onced lived, died, so you can live
Live now, with love …
The message to take is, live with love
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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As I sang …
Hallelujah, I was off keys?
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But, I tried to give the best, for now
Can you forgive me …
For now, please put up with me?
Maybe, forgive me for trying …
I may not be that voice of a masterpiece
However, I feel free to …
That I’ve tried for the Lord
To sing Him a piece of me
I can feel in my heart …
That is of the colors of Red, Gold and white
Combined all feels fine, turned to a color pink
I write without an ink
I feel pink and neat
To print, only utilizing my heart
That melts, when is hot from my faith
I give a gift to all …
To live hard than to spray it and never bury it
Yes, awake love
Keep love …
Wake up love
… and bury hate
Know is only love
That last …
Is love …
That brings happiness
It is love …
That is endearment
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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I shall try to sing for Him and it goes like this
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There was a secret chord
That David played
… and, it pleased the Lord
But, you don’t really care
… for music, da ya?
Well, it goes like this:
“The 4th … the 5th
The minor fall
The major, lift
That baffled …
King composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah …
I tried to sing
A hallelujah
Your Voice, Is What I Hear
Tuesday 3/25/25 10PM
Part 3
As I sang …
Hallelujah, I was off keys?
It may not be the best of me …
But, I tried to give the best, for now
Can you forgive me …
For now, please put up with me?
Maybe, forgive me for trying …
I may not be that voice of a masterpiece
However, I feel free to …
That I’ve tried for the lord
To sing Him a piece of me
I can feel in my heart …
That is of the colors of Red, Gold and white
Combined all feels fine, turned to a color pink
I write without an ink
I feel pink and neat
To print, only utilizing my heart
That melts, when is hot from my faith
I give a gift to all …
To live hard than to spray it and never bury it
Yes, awake love
Keep love …
Wake up love
… and bury hate
Know is love
That last …
Is love …
That brings happiness
It is love …
That is endearment
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Whom, do I hear …
When am rocked and rolling in the winds?
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Is what, I hear!
Whom, do I know
Is inside of me … and all of we?
Why, it matters to you and all we?
Because, when it rains, it’s Him in it .. cleared
Whom, do we know cares
… and gave up His life for love, simply?
That when, we cry hard … He comes
It’s only Him, you can trust 100%, that’s love!
With all of our baggage’s, He still, loves all of us
That’s for sure, rest among the shores …
Even thru the stillness and silliness
He’s there, for all of us
… with endless ears, He hears
Are we, too-tell … Him, He doesn’t care?
He does, no matter what!
You got, to know that!
Don’t you ever, get mad nor sad!
Whom, do you know, you can trust
… and will never turn your back?
Can you think hard, and let Him know?
He left you in the side walk, drunk?
Did you cry hard enough?
… and reached out to Him?
Or did you tell all your friends, He a coward
You now an atheist because, He never came?
Have you questioned “Whom, was there
All the time … no matter, what?”
Whom, came before-after
No one, but You the Greatest!
Did you test Him?
Did you thus, gave Him all your love, why not?
Lord, whom are You, can I question?
I do know, You the God of love …
Lord, when can we see you?
I do know, You’re in every single raindrop
Lord, do You care for us all?
Yes! You do know, know that! Will others!
Shall I focus, only on me?
No, just follow your heart as waters flows
God, my Lord, my reasons, my Supreme
You’re to me, all that rhymes, chimes and times
Do I have to depart with or without the sun?
No, just depart with fun and hope for everyone
What’s best to believe in?
Hope for everyone
How can hunger dissipate?
By getting rid of sins
When can you see a storm coming in?
When man scream and no longer dream!
Are these the signs …
Am walking in?
Learn to erased man’s pains …
To burry inner sins for a rebirth to start again
All left are, sinless men …
Because, they now know what’s important, love
All that matters …
Was not state of matters but, love
With a new heart … Old one’d broken
Now, taken afar born by rain
Burned by fires
Born by love …
Now they left believing in the holiest
The sun comes …
… for all to start prepping anew
With knowledge to love again
All know the goods, gone …
All that’s good starts all over, again
Go now leave behide all the bad directions
Start again …no one, left behind
A school teacher with no chalk
A teacher planted love
… a tree grew for everyone, out of love
There’s endless love …
There’s plentiful for all to grab
You all invited to His party of love
Where everyone will get a note bottle
You got to find a special place
Never to bury it but, spray it
Try to start to explain love without pen, or paper
As, He can describe and write with His heart
… most of all know, He the Lord born
Whom died in desperation seeking man’s love
He stood the test of times …
He stared at the stairs of the skies
He climbed up high
Today, He’s still there
He, the Master of times … Can you climb
Like Him, if you dare, maybe scare?
Whom, has killed a holy man?
Know, Easter is coming?
Whom you thought had no home?
… with no hands nor feet pierced and numbed
As blood flooded
Like a dried ocean
He died with a white cloth strapped
To his torso scripted, like this!
INRI: “Jesus the Nazarene
… King of the Jews”
He departed
with 7 words:
My God:
“Father, forgive them, for they know not
what they do.”
To the thief’s:
“Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise.”
To his mother, Mary:
“Woman, behold you son.”
To John:
“Behold your mother.”
Minerva Singing Video
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Lastly, to His Father:
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
Hallelujah
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What’s so wrong with our society …?
Where our children have become numb?
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Why not?
Let’s change our culture, violence to peace
… and let love rain and reigned, as triumph
Let’s take the wide view
To broaden our horizons
To view love
Erase hate
To take our minds …
To a better far off place
To replace all wars to peace
To seek love not hate …
To bury hate
To unbury love
To wake up love, on those who hate
Not, to take those whom are ill to a jail cell
But, to understand them …
Pin onto them love, because hate was norm
It is not normal to be born with hate …
How can you blame, if they never shown love?
It is that horrific crime and a chain
That must be broken… that is hate
We must all form a circle …
Like the rosary, Christ holds all of it!
Full rosary: “Our Father” 6X’s stated
Followed by 3 Hail Mary’s and 1 Glory
Why his mother, Mary by His sides?
You say, “Holy Mary” 53 X’s
Rosary: at beginning
3 Hail Marys’
Each of 5 decades, each 10 Hail Mary’s
3 + (5 X 10) *= 53 Hail Mary’s
Is really simple … not just for Catholics
Are the beads to beat hate and raise to heaven
Be ready, be prepare to be an heir …
Live to seek holy, not follow unsanctified life
Follow love, let it be your norm
Love, is the way to go …
Look deep into your heart
Plant only love, and water it
Be more, happy with God and feel sun’s warmth
Not empty and stale like a dead whale …
We got to question …
All the why’s and what has gone, so wrong?
How can violence, school shooting and crimes
Be wiped out from our tv screens?
Why, you’ve a broken record?
When you’ve a broken record!
You got to throw it away!
Yes, you got to throw it, away
When you’ve a ripped jean
You make new of it, by sewing it
When you’ve a fracture body part
You seek your best orthopedic!
When your stomach in excruciating pain
Your run out to gastroenterologist
When your ear, nose & throat (ENT) heats up
You reach out to an otolaryngologist
Oh-toh-Layr-in-Gah-loh-jist
When you seek up, help that you need
You go out to see your psychiatrist
When you wake up sweats, severe-headaches
You must rush to the emergency, sepsis kicks in
When you hear your toddler jump joy
As beatings in your tv, what’s wrong?
When your 5-year-old, curses at you
Is that cute or derogatory to view?
When your 10-year-old, slaps you
Do you stand there, he’ll improve?
When your 12-year-old, video kills a soul
Did you stand buy this video?
When your 13-year-old grab classmates
By his hair, gummed it, were your parents-there?
When now, your 12 1/2 year tossed you
To the ground, your teeth missing
… are you now, becoming scare?
When your 13-year-old, show a knife on hands
What did you ask, or I forgot?
When your 13 1/2, show interest in guns
… and no mercy to anyone, did you react?
… to act?
When your 14-year-old, sleeps little …
With nightmares, you thought was not there
What did you do, or were you confused?
… which such a view?
When your 14 ½, seemed understood
No, misunderstood …
Because, he shows more than roughness
Lack of sleep, interest, hostile, outbursts
Lifeless, no compassion, no reaction
… reaction to humbleness, none
What did you do?
When your 15-year-old, took your gun …
From your safe closet-safe deposit
Because, you left it unlocked
Now in his bag pack, did you noticed it missing?
Why not?
When you hear the news, of a school shooting
OMG, it’s my son’s school!
You rush to give him a hug
… too late, with that gun!
… He killed, then he ended his own life!
What is wrong, here?
When he was born
Love, all around …
He, a precious son
Smiles, all around
The most perfect of sounds
As he grew from newborn, to 1!
His first steps, was cute
His first words mmmmaaa, mam
His second, pppppaaa, pappp
OMG! You were all amazed with endless love
As he now 2, crawling turned to nice walks
You held his tiny hands, guiding and protecting
By three, you becoming a little man
He tests his freedom and you loosen up
By 3 1/2, you noticed his independence
Your become confident, you great parents!
Now 4, you dress him up; as he chooses
His cloths, states “I want to be Superman
… a policeman, doctor oh ‘no a hero, Batman!”
You full of pride, a once’ s
… microscopic seed like
An embryo has become a little human
… One day, you pray a great citizen for man
You heard, all over the school
Your son dead!
You collapsed to the floor
Your heart, sank like tank
Your mind all blank …
You can’t now, can’t think
Should take a blanket
Hide under it …?
You can’t speak
You feel weak!
Tired … all broken
In billions of pieces!
OMG!
Am sick
I been tricked!
This is, not my son!
What has happened?
Am more, than confused!
I can’t, speak!
I cannot, think!
I cannot, go on!
Dear God …
Come now, not later!
Help me!
Please, Dear God
… (taking in deep breath) Oh’ ooooo
But, did you ever take a second test
… What’s wrong
… when a child lacks sympathy and
… love, when a tiny living thing, hurting no-
… one, is now gone?
Why, why, why, why?
It will not, bring him back
I must -ask!
What went so wrong, when all the wrongs
Went un-noticed?
… it is a human, nature thing
… to question, when the question
… was never sought!
Parents of the world, wake up
Make it your business!
… to make wrong right
… take on, an early ride
…. wake up now, not later
… don’t leave it for tomorrow
… make it your business
… to make your genes, last
… but, taking early actions
Now, you left asking all the whys
What if… what, what, what, if …
By questioning …
…. will not bring all the lives back
He ended his life and others
Back to what?
All to sad!
Now, we all have to live
The consequences, of actions
To such horrific actions …
… of scenes from the screens
He once was, a child with innocence
Am still thinking …
… He was, and use to be never; ever like that
… From an early age of hate crimes
…. and violence, OMG!
… of all the videos on his tv screens
I can now go back
… change it
If I could …
Let’s us all stand up …
To save these beautiful newborns
Let’s take on responsibility
As my mom raised me
She would state embedded in my DNA’s
Love respect everyone …
… respect the elders
… addressed them as “Usted, Sir”
… love and compassion, rules to live by
… love and respect your parents to death
… never hurt a soul
… go to church and always pray
… it’s thru God, man can build from, His torso
… your teachers, are your parents
… if your complaint about them, a scold awaits
Did she really say this?
To me, she did!
I always listened …
Our culture, we live by
Let’s change violence to love
This way, our children will and generations
Our future offspring’s, will spring every Springs
They’ll always be new fruits of love
A beautiful flower, will continuously grow
Eventually, a new one will pop …
That has love …!
It will be one, none have yet, ever known
You got to cross hate, place it with love …
Because, love is stronger than that of hate!
Hate, is wiped out
A new flower grown
It will require a new name
Since, never seen before
Test done, to prove is a new one
By utilizing DNA analysis
Proved, I was right!
I gave it … A new name
This name honors goes … All written
Across social media and latest updates
“A new plant, all whom touches
Hate erases, love replaces!”
I shall name it:
“Love-philia Esperanza”
Endless-love with hope
I leave now, with renewed hope
There is a new plant …
That has hope for all humanity
For all the world to come together
Seek peace …
Seek love …
You all got to bury hate
Go to the cemetery
Dig a whole …
Bury hate …
The love, you once’ s buried
Take it out
From that whole
Grab love …
Put it onto your heart mind and soul
Keep it and hold on to it
Never, ever, ever let go
Love, will grow
This is your poet,
Minerva A. Garcia
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My Lord …
Why, I’ve salty tears
Like the sea?
Every time, I see sins with cruelties
Are salty tears, I often see …
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As I read, hear and see across
Onto the newspapers and news on tv screens
Its nature screaming saying:
“Why one more soul, have left my Earth?
There’re eighth oceans, all big enough …
To fill endless creatures in this endless water
When one person goes, He replaces them
However, first got to have love
Not pocket money, as you have been told!
Yea, no pocket money, as you been told
Full of money … every coffin’s
Will never fit
Will only fit love
There, only space
As souls are weight
You died at 120 lbs.
Thus, you gave your last breath
How much you now weight? 119
Love weight 1 pound
All your possessions, more than 5,000 lbs.
Perhaps, more!
He, our God …
Only sees, all the good you done
Now, your apartment, was redone
Now, you remodeled your home
Now, you’ve your wardrobe nicely placed
How, you dressed your bed …?
Now, you put best cloth your puppy
Yea, you’ve the best cloths on your little dog
Now, you bought the best designer jeans
Not, you prefer a Gucci bag
Not Louis Vuitton red, under sealed high heels
But, God love sealed … the deal
So, next time you want to put other’s down
Because, you can afford the very best
While others, may
Think of death
The life you live
What you will take
Not the materials, but your soulmate
That is love …
What can you only fit?
Think hard and twice … than pause
Is what I do… try it
In your coffin … know
It will not fit a lot
However, is a gigantic love
That you can fit …
Not endless cloths, that will not
It’s only love, that weights not much…
You got to know:
It’s love, He prefers
… He wants humility, heart full of love
… He still prefers, an empty pocket
… He wants all to know
… Burn all their possessions
… Start again, work with love
In reality, is all you need
Start with it
Live with it
… Give it, to all
… Yea, give it to all
… Give also, endless hugs and
tug your children nicely
… as you put-’em to sleep
… Wake them, with an abundance of love
… Not gold or coins, no hypocrisy but, with love
If you ever want to play volleyball
Yet, you’ve no friends
Think of Him, day and night
He’ll someone unique
Where, you can sit side-by-side
As you both cry …
Now, you’ve a dear friend, you discovered
When you thought, you had none
You got to know!
He turns to the valleys and the streams
… onto man’s dreams
He prefers you to dream instead of screams
He wants you to seek Him and
… play with Him, peeka-boo
You may in the zoom, in the sea
… or in the seashore w/ perfume or not
Rest assure, He’s there
… in the shore, for sure
When you in hurts …
When all your bodies aches
When you can’t take, no more
Know, it is now you need Him more
When you want to fly and not be here
… any more
… you got to wake up
… seek the shores or the sea
… look at those waves, it’s Him
… He swims underneath
… Go there, it’s fine, give Him a hug
… Hug others, but ask first:
“If alright to give …a hug?
Know more, because you seek more
Take a flight with the Lord
Once, you on that plane
Know, are both of you there? Of course!
Close your eyes …
Let Him in …
Pray to Him with your mind, heart and soul
Know, this time you proven Him
He’s with this trip, you desperately needed
You following His command
… He demands your love
Now you go, to the saltiest sea
That is: “The Dead Sea!”
You taste, it
Is the saltiest, of anything you ever tasted
Cry hard, harder and even harder
You can’t wipe out your tears …
Too much, you’ve now filled this empty sea
You both, smile …
As you’ve poured all your problems
.. to The Sea
You now feel, weightless and powerless
However, together you not, know that!
You both, strong
Now, both of you I. tears all clear
Your pains gone …
Your new heart overflows
You flowing with renew hopes
Yes, you flowing with renew hopes
You standing still with your will
You willing to live this time …
To last a lifetime!
Why not everyone tastes their salty tears?
On occasions, everyone should!
Because, you feel God
Yea, as the soul floats
As their soil floats
However, you to go to the Dead Sea
… and/or place your head onto a pillow
… go to sleep with Him
… think hard not easy
… want Him with all your-might
… He will come, and hold you tight
Tea, He will come hold you tight!
Know, He’s alright!
Know more, in reality
In the Dead Sea
If you weight, 500 pounds …
You’ll float, why this phenomenon?
You got to know its impact on the body
You may want to call it a miracle … Maybe not
It’s pure science!
However, the role of science
… is a masterpiece
That’s why, you observed
Of browning motion onto a microscope
The Dead Sea, will never drown you
Because, accumulation of salt
… and minerals protruding;
The water’s density
Is greater than of human’s torso or your trunk
Let’s learn more …
Can a tree truck float in the Dead Sea?
Of course! Any object less dense
Than that of water, will float
Can a dead soul float?
Can the spirit float?
Only, if they been more than good
God rest there and lets you flow
He is there … waiting for humans
… to witness Him
It’s where spirits floats
Where one can let all their bad seeds die
In the Dead Sea … and come to life
Surely, as they flow!
From all the salt … the density differential
Creates a weapon of buoyancy
As swimmers, now rise
Like dead corpses onto the sea
No one can sink
No one can drown
Is God living here, in the Dead Sea
Here, He rest and lifts everyone up
Come everyone!
Sinners or not!
Come to be raise up
Drown your sins … never give up
Come take a mirror on to the mountains
Ask why it doesn’t speak and is asleep?
There it exists to be view-ask:
“Why mountains, valleys, streams, rivers, oceans and creeks
… are admired and so pleasant to the eyes and ears?
It’s because, where there’s waters
There’s life … and God
Their’s movements, sounds and no sounds
Is where God lives all around!
Is the presence of God 7 days?
60 seconds= 1 hr., 24 hrs., 365 days
Within its 5 oceans …
1) Arctic, smallest/shallowest
2) Atlantic home to Americas, Europe & Africa
3) Indian between Africa, Asia & Australia;
4)Pacific, Earth’s waters deepest point
… Is where The Mariana Trench exist
… Is where God is at rest and sleeps
… The sun, wakes Him up!
5) Southern Ocean known as;
Antarctic in 1999 confirmed 2021
…. An extra ocean just for you
There’s nothing really new …
As man of the past knew, Spanish explorer Vasco Nunez knew as “Mar De Sul”, South Sea
In 1513 a hypothesis now proven a theory
8 planets closing to the sun: in orders
Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus & Neptune … which one have rings?
Saturn, Jupiter, Neptune & Uranus
Why form rings? A moon, celestial bodies
asteroids or comets can get closer
containing materials like rocks, ice
… and huge storming in
… to a planet with in
… with enormous gravity tearing it apart …
… effects debris lining up onto rings
Saturn wins as the billions icy/rocky particles
Going back to tears & salt
Why tears salty?
The Dead Sea saltier than any oceans
Because, its salinity is 10X >= than
Any plants and oceans … God lives’ here
How you know?
He lets you flow
To let you know
It’s is his home
Where you can both cry
He’s letting you know
Why tears salty …
Why the seas saltier than oceans?
Before He died, He cried endlessly …
He filled up the sea with endless of His tears
He left the oceans for man to try
To make it saltier than that of the sea
Know that’s … til this date
Yes, no one can compete
With that of that of He, the only king
He’s bigger than anyone I know, the kingdom
Only He owns the only kingdom best known
He grown bigger than could have known
Everyone thought He, is a coward
… an unknown
Unable to defend Himself, He best known
Now, now you all know …
Why sea saltier than oceans
It’s because, it’s where kingdom lies
Is where, the king lies
Leaving all his salty tears
…. endless of drops
For no one, to fear
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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What’s was hot today, in the news?
Sunday March 1, 2025
Zoe Saldana, Oscar winner for Emilia Perez
Still actor Gene Hackman
For surely, gone too soon
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Hantavirus, in 1990’s USA caused by
Hantavirus pulmonary syndrome (HPS)
this update? Don’t worry, is not an outbreak!
Mr. Hackman died a Week After His Wife, Autopsies revealed: termination via Hantavirus 3/8/25 her end …he no food in his stomach
Cardiac arrest walked in dressed in him
… Betsy Arakawa (Ara-ka-wa)
…. Hantavirus dressed
All a ripple effect
Because, of inhalation of rodent droppings
She died lying bathroom floor for days
… Zinna, their dog
… an Australian Kelpie mix joined
All three corpses discovered
Same time …
As news broke
I stated: carbon monoxide!
Ruled out, unfounded
Route cause: Hantavirus for his wife
What was so sad
To learn of triple deaths?
Was it suicide, murder, break and entry
Assisted suicide, side-by-side, as we heard?
Oh’ no not this time!
Ms. Arakawa died 2/11/25
Mr. Hackman likely died 2/18/25
A week apart! How possible?
Follow-up by line-trial and a juror, no!
All souls met God …
Ms. Arakawa seen doing errands
Likely same day, she died
Without emails, unnoticed, doom’s day
Mr. Hackman with advanced Alzheimer’s
Had no idea the planet was in …
All a tragedy
Not a Greek
Nor a mythology
It is reality …
How diseases played a role, no chances!
Chief Medical Examiner, sheds new lights
Dr. Heather Jarrell, from New Mexico
Findings Friday 3/7/25
Ms. Arakawa, died of Hantavirus
Mr. Gene, Alzheimer’s and empty stomach
This explains …Hantavirus leaves its
victims exposed to them elements
From rat deadly feces
As its urine contaminated
As their dropping dries up
Becoming a lethal weapon …
All these contaminants with the virus
All gets stirred up like a rotten soup
Into the air and everywhere …
Where you now inhale a virus in midair
Hantavirus, is no joke
You can’t crack a joke
Perhaps, not even crack an egg
Too weak to stand as the virus kicks in
Wear a mask not to inhale mice dust
Avoid excrement from rodents
Stay calm and call 911
Call 911, if an outbreak
You left with stress of symptoms
Flu-like, as your lungs fluids up
As breath trapped …
You feel like, you in a tank
As your capillary in your lungs
Fills up with more fluids …
Now you trap, unable to breath
It’s happening very fast
Like a tornado
A dynamite
As it cracks open
Now, you see all the lights
Know, Hantavirus can survive
In the environment up to 15 days
Next time, you see mouse droppings
Don’t touch it, nor smell it, keep away from it
Wear gloves and cover your precious face
… don’t inhale
Did they all went to heaven?
It’s God’s answering
A greeting after death
Archangel Michael, front of the gate
As you await to be led in, he’s been waiting
Wait … Gabriel not wearing white, a flute … and more angels, with endless wings enters in
Not wearing a suit but, skin not cloths
With hidden wings, ready to take off
A white cloth to greet …
He grabbed gently with sounds
He’s grabbed gently without sounds
He’s in town for tonight your soul …
Now you feel, more than 50 ft tall
Music enters, you follow
…. As you
Meet your
…. God
… you
… both, smiled
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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How would you prefer
To walk in?
Noticed or unnoticed?
A microbe …
An elephant or a mosquito, none knows?
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I, recently born …
Am couple of days old, floating bucket of water
Feeling more like in Lake Erie 2me, that is!
Even though, am becoming to my knowns …
Am not like humans at all! Floating in amniotic fluid, I am larva, floating in water
Not a fetus, when it lived, must be taken care of
I develop wings to live and be free …
I pick my victims very carefully, indeed with CO2
I am, am, free like, as all souls; are to be
I hate my family of Cu-li-ci-dae; Culicidae
All, in all with 3,700 species to their name’s
I say, “They all murders, biting victims to death
I don’t like that, I have 2be one with them?
Why, I been destined to kill?
Its now, embedded in my DNA
A curse to all mosquitoes
As they leave its victims
In their death beds!
Like an alien, undisguised! No, I say disguised!
Equipped with specialized nerve cells
“cpA” neurons with a highly specific receptor
To detect CO2
Sensing air human as they exhale
… yes, as they exhale
Examples of mosquitoes
Whom can be named deadly:
Aedes aegypti
Anopheles gambiae
Why I may say, transmit malaria & dengue?
It is an alien trait? … of a tiny living animal thing
Which such, criminality history …
Wherever they endemic, Africa & S. America
Use insect repellents, better yet
Cover your skin humans!
They kill anyone, whom release CO2
Feeding … more feeding on blood
… from outside of hosts
How you may say?
By piecing its mouthparts gaining entry
They’re parasites, with great sight
Known as ectoparasites
They often come
Without noticed
They need no invitations
They come …
For sure, they do
For a quick visit and a meal
Perhaps recent or not …
Surprise, they all want a speedy blood meal
Now out your way
As they make wave
For another victim
When hunger comes, once again
They can sense your perfume of CO2…
Mosquitoes loves, all blood types
However, they hate mine, of A!
Yes, they hate mine type “A”! Why is that?
That’s because Goddess, Minerva stands
In guard … scaring all of them! “Stop her!”
Mosquitoes hate certain odors
Disregarding your underarms
You must tend 2your guns, yourselves repellents
Citronella, eucalyptus, lavender, rosemary,
Peppermint, lemongrass, basil, catnip & oils
Why oils?
Cinnamon, lemon, soybean, tea,
Greek catmint, Peppermint, neem oil
Because, it produces a cool
Effect in the skin, they don’t like to be cool!
It a repellent they feel… to their unwanted needs
They, instead prefers your red-hot blood
Full of CO2 …
They can smell afar from a distance
You call, on to them … with your blood
As rush these suckers enters in for quick meal
Next time want to repel a mosquito
Wear minty fragrances or garlic oils
They’ll hate you … you a loner …
This parasite will never enter your blood
This mosquito wants your blood
You say: “Yankee go home, Yankee, go!
Today, you will not taste my blood
It’s my war, am equipped …
This mosquito says:
“I Am a virgin, need ur blood 2day, not 2mow!”
We know, what we know?
Mosquitoes deadliest diseases dengue
Malaria, killing close 1 million yearly
West Nile, Yellow fever, chikungunya virus
Lymphatic filariasis, Eastern Equine Encephalitis (EEE)
Can lead to stuffiness
… headaches, to coma and more!
Malaria transmitted by mosquitoes Anopheles
Where, it incapacitates 200 million for days
Why mosquitoes, bite and not you?
Biting them back!
It was his scent, thus didn’t like you?
Try hot sauce, may leave you alone!
… with no discrimination to any nation
In Africa in recent years credit it’s goes
Invasive species both … Plasmodium falciparum and P. vivax, leaving its victims
In their death beds, as it strives … to get more!
How they get infected, if they born virgin?
By biting and more biting …
Of infected victims either humans or animals
Once they bite …
Eggs are lays onto stagnant water or soil
In water, eggs hatched
Where, you can visually
Experienced scenes of larva wiggling
As wiggler … tiny ripple effects, as you can see
As they emerged onto full mosquitoes
No longer virgin … It lost its virginity
Because, it took a bite of an infected, human
From an infected human or mammal
It was in such a rush …
Seeking an HIV victim without discrimination
Next time you think of a bug
Think of its size … you may see or not!
A microbe can only be seen thru naked eyes
Of a soul onto a microscope …
Malaria, can suck and feel your CO2 and soul!
So, next time you enter a room
What’s your preference?
You want to walk in
An elephant or a microbe?
You prefer to be noticed and/or unnoticed!
A bug, no one knows or knows your name!
As you place harm
With sounds of distress and river flies of death
Now, leave it … to a microbiologist, like me
To ID it this microbe!
As you become, become history, no more 2be!
As you l, hate this mosquito
Because, once
Was a virgin
Is no longer, a virgin,
Came after you ….
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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The world has the most beautiful of colors
Is all laid out in God’s plans …
It is a display, where all can play and replay
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As children play in the ground and all around
In the mary-go-round
The splendid atmosphere of it all
To view, preview, and re-review
With all of the mountains standing there to view
There it all stands … as we all stand
A grand standard of a salute to all
Of the plentiful and the plenitudes
Of our God, as only He, is
…with great attitudes and heights
…with great altitudes and heights
Of His creations with all the nations
Is never silent not even in the sea
That often sees …
The extreme oceans with the sea
What the difference between oceans and the seas?
Ocean, less salty than that of a sea, why?
the salinity of oceans is average 35g/L
Why, sea saltier? Let’s continue!
Ocean currents enable to regulate
The salinity of oceans
Why, sea saltier? Let’s ask, once again
Why?
That’s because, its thermohaline circulation
Where can you find endless beauty’s
Of … discoveries?
With breathes in it and out of it
Pouring from its mouth’s
As whales, orcas, and all
It’s creatures of the seas
All come to see, to reach and speak
To reach out onto the unknowns …
To take a peek at God’s splendor’s and all of it
He, the Creator … never the intimidator
The creatures of the sea indicate
There exists, only God
With all its tenders …
None, can pretend
It is not He, the Creator
Where, He starts?
Where, He ends?
Where are His hands? it is everywhere!
They, the creatures of the seas
They can all hear tenor sea voices
By, their choices …
By which, allows then to see
Perhaps the most abundance of life’s creations
It’s, where nature doesn’t scream but, meets
Where, all man is set free …
Only, if you learn not be mean
Instead, feel the winter breaths like naked trees
The cold brings new nice dreams
For the spring to come in
Soon, it will arrive … as we await
To enjoy a new view …
With endless flowers and lovely perfumes
To be seen in the backgrounds
… and all around
Is there anymore?
Only, silence for the Gods
Is where all nations’ meets and should live
Is an open language and invitation?
For all man to comprehend
All become friends
Can we dispute this view?
Maybe, is only for the few
To feel compel, complete, thus safe
To think straight
To stand straight
Never to debate with God … as to listen
To look into directly and the skies
Onto one’s eyes …
With the understanding
Why, some man can love
Or others find none …?
There, can be enough, find it
Where to look for it?
Look deep, not far
Try harder, don’t bury it thus forgot where none, now you forgot
Look for loves
Start first, in your heart
Let it multiple and spray it
Don’t look for pains, complaints or the why’s
Some men
… are simply vain
Know, our veins are the same
No distinction inside
Inside and out …
Us, humans
Colors the same
All nations … blames the others
We all flesh, bones, tissues with sweats
Salty tears with fears as death nears
With colors or not …
We may’ve different names, shapes and perfumes
At the end, we seek not fame but, food to sustain
At the end, we all the same …
if we, not matching clothes
Don’t matter, to the soul
All matters, we’ve a soul
By God standards
One or many, we’re all special
Together, we are strong
When we learn to be, one with God
Yes, 1 + God …
We become capable of Love
Unlike, any nation’s …
Whom don’t believe of its powers
When they’ve don’t have Love
It not an army that makes a nation strong
It is all the wrongs, that makes them weak
Not strong … be strong with Love
We powerful, strong and unique
When we stand together
… believe and live harmoniously
-Minerva A. Garcia, Your Poet
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H5N1, a crisis not yet, February 23, 2025?
You be, that of a higher judge!
With prices escalating, while you take the escalator and/or
The elevator to be met by an
An avian FLU, a bird FLU! It is zoonotic
… Animal to humans, humans to animals
human -to-humans?
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A meteorite, an unsinkable ship like the Titanic
Hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunami caused by
Earthquakes and underwater landslides,
Plate tectonics by seduction, rogue waves,
Storm surges, volcanoe eruptions …
A microbe approaching without sounds
Gone un-noticed
You got zero chance
As no warnings your ways
World’s pandemics:
Arises of zoonotic in nature
Animals -to- humans transmission …
Animals to human’s transmission
14th century plague, Europe in 1346- to 1353
As Black Death came with bubonic plague
As bacterium Yersenia pestis came crushing in
As spread thru rat fleas … 50 million people
Taken too early to their graves
All in all, dying without hopes
Whom may you ask, they sought help?
Perhaps saint Grace!
Whom never heard their cries
Was anyone named Grace?
As babes, mothers and all souls
… All unheard, as no medical soldiers came
20th century …
Spanish FLU in 1918
As pneumonic plague crept in, as H1N1
A virus contains genes from a bird
This pandemic Mid Sept to December
Yes, bird FLU virus
Influenza type 1
As 50-100 million lives gone
Real numbers, don’t lie!
Perhaps not, this time!
How you compared to Ebola
To SARS-COV-2?
Ebola genus ebolaviruses
Family filo-viri-dae
Single stranded negative sensed-RNA
80-90% mortality rate!
Treatments: … Inmazeb & Ebanga
Transmitted skin and bodily fluids
… and infected corpses
How about MPox? There’s vaccine
That’s hope caused by the monkeypox virus
Symptoms rash, can be confused chicken pox
With flu-like, running nose, body aches, chills
With family as Variola, smallpox, Two types: clade I and II
How spread?
Infected monkeys, rodents, person-to-person
How about SARS?
We know about …
SARS-CoV-2 or Covid-19
An aerosol-RNA-based
Zoonotic origin, bats in Wuhan, China
Know 2024 has killed many
66, 305 million, worldwide …
As February 9, 2025
What have we learned?
If anything at all!
That, an outbreak are inevitable?
Yes, that an outbreak are inevitable!
It comes like thief in the night with no signs
… We ignored
Enters speedy
Like that of a train,
Jetliner, torpedo or all on its own
Like an unknown
How you built preparedness?
How you save lives? We know, what we know!
Let’s not ignore facts, statistics not death maps
Or death traps by not being prepared
When you prepared, you not scared!
History tells us facts … this way
To curb out more facts
…in 1918, Spanish FLU
Caused by H1N1
Influenza Type A virus
A Bird FLU
Spanish FLU by an air bug
… COVID-19 was not
But, aerosols, air droplets
Trapping your breaths
H5N1 2025
An avian flu … bird flu
Found in poultry to dairy farms
From wild birds
To mammals to cows & humans
All close vicinity
… and human contacts
All in one
We become one with the other
Perhaps all infected? Hope not!
A new threat …
An emerging disease
If cows, gets contaminated
With H5N1 …
Milk will cease, their milk stops permanently!
Poultry virus spreads by droplets
As you cough, speak, sneeze and/or laugh
Poultry business
A diary enterprise
All could be at risk
Bakeries, restaurants
… and moms
As virus mutates
Are the many …
Risks at stake
What can our government do?
Stop the bureaucracy and hypocrisy!
Wake up and save the human race before too late
Increase research, stand for climate change
Change your views, to reverse the clock
Climate change is real!
Emerging diseases are here to stay!
It’s a fact!
It has been here, without anyone knowing!
Of course, we knew, we just ignored it …!
We know, what we know, today!
We knew as shown with in 14th century
1346, Black Death
We knew … As respiratory bubonic
…. plague science, darkest moments
We see, repeat of history
Still, til this date of 2025
Mr. Trump wake up, give science survival tools!
To fight, the man of science with microscopes
Not politicians with microphones …
What does our does our next health hazard
Look like, would be? Climate change, next change?
Bioterrorism, nuclear threat, war, famine, cancer,
Heart, cancer again, and more cancer,
Global diseases, natural disasters, Chernobyl disaster again,
Atomic bomb
Another one
What next …
More …
Emergent diseases?
I forgot, we already we already had them…
Next multi-drug resistant organisms (MDRO’s)
Is that, our next?
It’s already here!
Is just, a lethal dose in the future?
Who will be the next to brave the cold?
Stand next to Mr. Trump, to join him?
In a ring to convince him, to wake up!
Save the human race
Before, it’s too late
…. Can anyone, grab that?
Am not afraid, to state that!
Am free, alright!
My heart and blood
Still pumps red blood
…The only color
That bares the prints, I can still see of red!
Of my American flag, I can still grab ….
Can anyone, dare to join me?
If you can’t, why not?
I dare you to stay free!
As, all eagles are to be!
Would you join? I, am a woman
Know, thus eagle, whom has joined science
Know more, by earning an MS degree in Microbiology
… and for its creed to believe
Has loss, both of its wings
It’s capacity to fly however, because of its will
To believe … without intimidation, hesitation,
Without a trace of hatred in his blood!
No, once of tainted …
Or bad rhythm to his name
But love with endless peace
He pinned love, dismissed hate
He followed his heart without scandals
With no popularity, medals nor fame
With a desire to only fly … again!
… and be free, by being reborn
His faith was that strong
Being a symbol for all, was born to be free
He’s free …
Alright!
He’s flying
In the skies
High, like a kite!
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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I’ve cried in my mind …
I’ve placed my heart onto a pillow to sleep
I’ve put my heart away …
I’ve given only to Him, my God
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He took all my of the wrongs, and make it right
He grabbed all the prejudices, turned peace
He borrowed my melting-suffering heart ….
He placed it, with peace
He gave me, endless love
He understood, can’t be found on Earth
He gave me seeds, to spray… in my heart
I love to give endless, of it
I spread it, often with it
How, the very few can see it!
It’s the only seed, I can spray
Goodness of His fruits
I am, in a nostalgia of time
Where is my church?
My body, I must protect
It’s my temple, where He lives!
It’s God, here!
I must honor it …
Be careful, whom I stay with
Be observant of my surroundings
Be obedient to all of His views
…. and view not evil
He, is all …
The skies
The oceans
The cream of the crops … and the seeds we eat
Yes, He is the very seed
… of all, of what we eat
He, is that fruit of goodness
He, is good and that seed of God
Let’s further explain!
Plain and simple …
The mountains and all the views in youth
The crops and flowers, perfectly to view
A Christian church
A mosque and so, on …
A temple, maybe not … is where, He lives?
I know that!
I can preach in my heart …
Where, He can listen to all of me
We can switch, back and forth
Because, we both believe; in what is love
In mind and everywhere, I may go without
With hesitation, discrimination, incrimination,
… and/or crimination or mis-information
From crowds with sounds and/or no sounds
I say, I can …
I say, we can be in a bull ring
With and/or without a bull …
Thus, who is the bull? Not He; whom is the King
He, crown with a wooden crown
He, the king without an earthly kingdom
He, the peace maker …
He, the only king whom has earn a kingdom
Where you can see it, as you sleep …
Where can you dream it? Make it real?
Where you can feel it? In your heart
Where you can bring to life? When u, both cried
The 5 C’s, R and T:
Christ
Comes
Comforts
Calms
Construction
Temple …
Christ lives in your heart, mind & soul, 1st C
Christ comes in your dreams, 2nd C
Christ comforts you, 3rd C
Christ calms tornadoes & chaos … and brings peace, 4th C
Construction of temple are by man,
given the power by God, 5th C
R: God lives in every man’s heart however,
you must seek Him to find Him
Temple, man builds are made of materials
However, the real (R) temple
… is really, He
… found in every man’s heart!
Please note, that I may not be a preacher,
A claimer of words, wisdom …
But, am a soldier of the very best army
…. ever told that is God, my Savior!
He could be yours too!
Seek Him … find Him, treasure Him
Know Him …
You’ll last forever …
He lives in your heart
… mind and soul
Find Him, look for Him
Treasure Him …
He died on the cross
He always cared …
He bled out in the cross
He was nailed in all 4 corners: by hands and feet
He was an innocent man and carefree
…. of all times …
He was free to his Christ, his Father …
He never refused anyone, He came full flesh
He ate with his disciples, He cared …
He loved, above all …
He showed love to all
He proved, He had plentiful love
He never ran out of it! He’s …
He is God …
He is nicknamed to me “Love”
He, a hero to me, of all the days … I’ll, ever have!
He’s, the prove …
Most popular book, “The Bible”
He died for love …
Still, dying for love …
He is seeking our love
If you die for love
Know, is God …
God, God … God … is love
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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What hasn’t written about love?
A heart that writes with its blood!
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That feels and describes!
Is because, needs no pen, pencil nor paper
It feels love and is, with it; the grabs blood
It is with, blood that learns to describe?
It precisely, leaves prints in the skies …
It wants all to read it …
However, only the very few will
That’s because, the very few …
Has earned, the interest to read its contents
They feel, not important to read lines
Perhaps of a masterpiece, written …
By someone, you thought was never fit
To master and hold a pen …
That by itself writes to describe with …
The ink of a squid that is black …
However, it can only be her!
That can turn this black ink to red
To match that, of her art heart …
As she writes with it, as the abundance oceans
Works with her … her mind wide
All of the creatures of the sea wakes up
They all command from her endless love
It’s the respect, they give her …
All the rights, to get a poet
Of her to describe …
I am wondering why?
It’s because, it’s they her love that wakes up
The Sun once again comes for her …
She is anonymous, similar smile to the sun
The cold hearts, she warms
It’s the sun working with her
What does her heart look like?
If anyone can take a deep and/or ride
Is her heart …
It’s only a master of perfume …
Whom can smell love, only she has
Can she describe her heart of art?
Let test her, if she knows!
My heart was one for love and to love
It once was red … ran out of blood
It used all of it …
To give endless love
It grew back … for too much love, she had
In here is endless, fountain
where love grows back
No matter, how much
They tried to take, there’s always enough
No one can take away my love …
Am the owner of a gift from the above
No matter how rough …
My blows, none compared to His known love
And our love
Where to go to get more of it …
There in my heart of gazillions endless of it
Compared to others …
I can give and never run out of it
My heart is a microscopic seed
That I can turn to endless of it …
That’s because, I’ve always believed in love
That no one can take it, away from me!
It is a Divine gift …
Perhaps from the God’s
Is it from the Roman Goddess, Minerva?
Or from Athena, Greek goddess of wisdom?
I, Minerva proclaim my name …
With fiercelessly, in love
Am not insane …
As others may claim
I was born with logistics …
Know, logic bares reason with knowledge
No one can refute, detest, discriminate
Or criminate me, into a court …
Where, I shall fight to defend
This deep love, found in my deep heart
It is art!
… and a work of art
I have a witness, that can serve in court
… that is my God
Knowledge with passion and compassion
Are the construction of a powerful building
Built in the most powerful house …
That is the heart of Minerva, a Poet, that is “I”
I believe in love … that no one can take it
Away from me!
Love, the burning torch
The sun, keeps all alive
Thus, Valentine … that is today
February 14, 2025
I give my bleeding heart, to all
I forgot, my hubby owns it
Til, the very day, I die
I am in-love … I, always will
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Why blood …
Thicker than water?
Am your family
… know, that!
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Believe me, I am
We’ve a bond … never to be broken
Because, made out of love, know that!
There are gauzes …
But, none big enough for me
There’s never one …
That can close my wounds
Am bleeding, profusely
I never refused, to die
I bleed out for you
…and for your love
Know, for you …
I’ll die, a million of times
For you, I come to live thus, die …
It’s now, December 22, 2024
A new time …
It’s 2024 … it’s nostalgia time
Am not a man
Am a woman
Sacrificed alive…I’ve no limbs
No body, only images comes to live
I reside in the skies
Moving by …
By the clouds
I died, AD 29
Without knowing, the ABC’s
Pinned, onto a wooden cross at 33, in AD 29
Bought out …
… witnessed by faithful trees that once’ s lived
I came to exist, thus to die …
Onto my head with a cross, as I bled
I was witnessed by … two thieves
Each, side-by-side
As I talked to the sky
Of all of the reasons
Why, I was born to lived and thus, to die …
I was hit with a straw …
To be put onto a depth of the waters
Onto an elite ship, but instead into the streets
With cloths torn not adorned
White nor gold …
As they tried to sell
To the highest bid …
To repeat beatings …
To delete all of me complete
To leave me with color
… of a beet that you once eat
They tried to wipe away love …
I fought hard, instead
Absolutely, discreetly and completely with … Endless of beatings embedded onto my skin
Yes, embedded onto my silk skin
As sleet, seen above me l, placed on
To sleep like a dirty creep …
To be defeated by wolves
With heat more than 120 degrees
As my flesh crumbled …
I felt like a piece of bread that turned red
Put onto deep sleet, as I sleep
It’s color white that instead turned red
From blood
Of my sweat
Am, no faux … Am real, not that of steal
With, no Rolex on my hand
It’s the sun as my guide
That provide me time
Am without water …
Am being swept away by the waters
With no, yes now with tears but, no fears
With sweat and a piece of thread…
To sew my ripped cloths with a premonition
To succeed, not cheat nor scream in a heartbeat
Never to cheat, defeat, incomplete nor delete
The system and I, work with God as I sit next 2 Him … I refuse to refute my God
But, instead try to learn and play the flute
That is so unique in His eyes
We’ve too killed Him as they state … thousands
Of times don’t ever be fooled by the truth
It is not solid, like concrete …
I will forever respect and humble to His name
I will refuse and refute my God, never
Because, He’s complete, as am retreat back
Am all packed with love …
He can never fail me nor disembody me
He always in the same form
He is never disfigured …
Yes, never at all, now confirmed
He is in the body …
The likeliness of me and all We…
Am to Him …
Know, let’s not anyone crack
He states and thus, indicates
… Am, always young
We never age
We both young
Am accompanied by endless youth
I can see, as I sleep in an invisible bed
He sees me, and all we
As, we face the truth
He rhymes with wine, His blood red
I can see it, as I sleep in my bed
He sees me, and I see Him
He prefers love, as I prefer His
I found my father’s wine …
That provided me, a new life
I awoke never drunk …
Tossed to the sides
By those men, thought I was drunk
Oh, no not I
Was … was, and was, I was, sleep deprived
Exhausted from sleep …
Thinking of all of man’s crime of a guilty verdict
How can I fix, the broken hearted and fractured?
As they’ve no hands, feet nor torso not
Even, esposa nor esposo, wives nor husband’s?
No hearts … it’s Christmas again
It’s Christmas, let it ring in to the sea that sees
With special notes on the torso caged
Like a bird, never loss to love
He escaped to seek love
Found, only in my heart
It was made of art …
Almost bleed out, never a coward
Oh, not I… am especially, free
I never claimed
To be strong
Nor at once …
I came to the weak
Never the strong …
What you doing to me, to be sacrifice alive?
I’ve only had a heart that feels, more like art
That’s because, I live in everyone’s heart
I existed only, when you lose your faith …
In order …
To save
You refused to accept me …
Thinking, am not good as you prefer the devil
I will name him
By his name, Lucifer
You believed is he, what you preferred …
Whom once’ s was an Angel!
Don’t be fooled thinking, he now the best
Know, you been put into a black endless grave …
Forever there, without love … am trying hard
To get you out, before time runs out!
You been tricked by creeps, know that
I am onto a deep sleep … never more
I will awake and wake you up …
… I will wake you up and, get you out, know that!
Rescue you
Bring you out
Keep you into my heart before, I die again
I’ll be wake up …
Am looking for, my white flying-horse
We’ll get you out, and wake you up …
Without you, being noticed
You’ll be out … I will take you out
Know that
This time …
Know, you’ll be noticing me
For surely, this time …
As due time, I’ll come for you …
As you died, this time you’ll see me
I died first …
Now, I come for you
Neither one, dead
We both, alive
Let this …
Be a sign
Yes, yes …
Let, be a sign
Am crying for my people here, on Earth
Why you take away your life, and others to the grave know, you never brave but, weak
I came for there for the weak …
Weak people of the Earth …
Be strong, refused the devil; whom is weak
Learn to be strong and hear songs of love
Grow a flower of love that will always last
If you still in hurts…
Grow a microscopic seed, of what is love
Go the extra mile …
Let the microscopic seed of love grow
Let it, become a gigantic one …
Look, smell and water often
See love sprout from it …
Know, it will be a beautiful life
Is love that, is all worth it
Don’t waste your time
Looking for …
For what is not
Love are … always the reason
You always the right reasons
To live … to continuously, live
Please, you must know that!
Pop love …
Be popular with love not hate
When you see a broken bridge of hate
Don’t cross it… it’s an empty cemetery grave
That wants-
To be filled with you and those you know
Never, let Lucifer win!
Let angel Gabriel as your guide and your ride
Chose instead a crooked, bridge
… that is not straight
That can lead you straight to love …
Love is the only emotion that is straight
Know, love expands like a rubber band
Stretch it … in all 4 sides of the universe
Take it, to all of the continents and planets
As you sleep …
You got to know …
Love, the only language
All hearts understand’ s
Never take it, ever … for granted
Take, the easy way out, never
Onto to a list of infinity …
Stay out of trouble
… and take the long way, instead
Call out to Ted, instead
Better, yet
To angel, Gabriel or 911
If you almost, lose your head
Call out, to an imaginary friend, if you’ve none
If you’ve none ….
Know, that the short way
Will, definitely fool you …
Don’t be fooled
By false pretends
Get a friend … your mom or dad
You’ve one 24/7/365, it’s God, know that!
I shall pause, yes
Get love
Get love
Reach for it, you’ll find it
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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I am a butterfly by day and night …
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I may not fly but climb on my belly
I like to be free and fly away …
I’ve stages: eggs, larva
Chrysalis (pupa),
A complete metamorphosis
Am, I a butterfly yet?
I lay eggs … I hatch onto a larva
I emerge into tiny of caterpillars
Am now, onto my belly …
Really am, crawling onto a leave
Am experiencing life?
Now, what it is?
From, how many of times?
What I’ve to tell my prospective views?
Am I enjoying youth?
You do the math, how many lives I provide?
I never die …as I, come back to life
Unless you killed me!
By placing a bullet …
Straight aimed in me, in my heart
Thus, I die and bust like a torpedo
Head-to-collision in Los Estados Unidos
Butterflies are God’s creation
It is Him, flying by …
Listen very carefully
He is in colors, He multiplies
He just went by
It’s His ways in a small way
To let you know
He weightless
There and everywhere
It’s His private jet
As no one cares …
He has endless beauty
He even brings this life back
In case you missed
His first …
He keeps telling us
Look, I keeping giving you chance to wake up
Despite all that …
We continuously dismiss Him
Why is that?
If we can only stop for few seconds
If you noticed …
All butterflies are never the same
They always stop quite often by your side
They want onto notice it’s could, if many shapes,
and colors …. and so, on
So, before you go by your business trip
Make it your business not just wake up
Put on your best suit … better yet and
Instead wear a jumpsuit, swimsuit perhaps
To accomplish all of your pursuits
Without thin and/or irregular body shapes
This butterfly doesn’t care your shape
It only wants to be admired close not from afar
It has a very short life … onto a newer one
Yes, a new life
A capillary, it emerges to butterfly, how?
Larvae stage, butterfly lays eggs
Onto leave (milkweed) …
Eating, eating and more eating of leaves …
Pupa stage, clings onto a stem of leave
From a Chrysalis …
As takes a ride, on Chrysler mini car
Inside the chrysalis l, the butterfly
Thus, confirms firming adult butterfly
With full wings ready to fly
Has master time …
Glad to feel free earned, its degree
It’s freedom time! In pupa and adulthood …
It is not by chance has two lives …
Cat has nine and we’ve one!
Through miracle or not …
God is inside …
Whether, you like or not
You have to try to find God, inside of you
He lives in your mind, heart and soul
Where is here now?
Can you find Him?
Can you seek Him?
They say, a cat
Has nine lives
We one …
Perhaps, we than a cat, if we good enough
To coming all, God asked for tasks …
do just that, to be good
Aim to be good
Be more than good
In Christmas time …
You see a butterfly …
In your mind, picture or in your dream
Know, it’s Him in colors and all free …
As you unwrap your Xmas gifts
This time, do not cramp on to it or return it
If, it was given to you with love
If you didn’t like your gift
Know, it was wrapped with love
It was wrap by a butterfly
That once’ s lived …
Became a caterpillar
In order to move on …
How do you free a butterfly?
As he says:
How do you always free me?
By only giving me …
Endless love
Is that a lot to ask? Know, know and know …
Please am begging you to know that!
I meant it, from my microscopic bits of a pieces
Witty heart, know that … is not, so hard
Do just that
Learn to love
Love, love, love, love
Feeling it …
Keep it …
Do not let it go
Do not exit …
Just watch a butterfly
Go by …
He is all love
God lives in it
He’s God … He’s all free
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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I love the Bronx
It’s people, I love
I’ve no problem waking up
To go to the Bronx, to the people, I love
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The smallest borrow
Where, President Jimmy Carter
Flew October 5, 1977 to the S. Bronx
There was no gun shots
There was no one shot
There people with love
Give me a drink or two, have no money to spare!
As all shouted out
Give us money!
We want jobs!
Out of his limousine, there unmanned homes
Abandoned buildings, cracked homes
Burned to the ground homes
President motorcade
Rubbles-strewn burned out homes without hopes
Mr. Carter
Came with water
Came to NYC
U.N. General Assembly
On that date
He was not scared
To face the poorest of South Bronx
He knew, he can understand a poor man
He a democrat of his days
The despair of a broken neighborhood
Can he make it rise?
It takes a man with a vision to rise it like the sun
He died Dec 29, 2024
Does anyone in the Bronx?
Remembered Carter? The test of his heroic
Effort to stand next 2crimes
S. Bronx gets a bad vibe
There’s the faith of every man
Because, it’s the Bronx
Doesn’t mean, they bad people
They all have same need and wants
Just like everyone else
What the difference
Them and all?
The changes and opportunities
The very few are born
Some have to fight, yea some have to fight
While others have fought too hard …
Their desire tonight gone
Their first black like stone
They tried too hard
Now, their hearts made of stones
Mr. Carter looked all around
He saw their pain
He listened to their faith
With fortitude and all …
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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What is a meteorite? As causes endless
Of damages and prints of beauty …
To our dearly-graceful of a
Mother, as is Earth
Not counting the pitted Earth’s moon
I can smell its perfume
Afar and from its distance
Some become super famous
While, others not!
Why not?
Only, Ms. Taylor Swift … can get honors
Swiftly appearing in every continent
Swiftly singing notes with melodies
For the swiftness of today’s … increasing
With fans as wish can hold her hands are
Millennials, baby boomers and Gen X
She sings her own notes wittily written
Thru her hands … she sparkles with notes
Now, in Canyon Diablo meteorite
Ms. Swift can travel there
Why not? Because,
The Barringer crater, Arizona no stadium there
Ms. Swift, swiftly enters in
Shining like a bright star
Not like a meteorite capturing Earth’s crust
She’s unique … with her guitar and melodies
Vaporizing like a burning flesh …
Oh’ no, not her
Meteorite leaves
Endless traces of a new orange Earth
Ms. Swift leaves teens screaming …
Telling more, songs … begging for more songs
Metro leaves fragments as entered … Earth
Breaking in as it cracked in thus spread
Ms. Swift cracks no jokes
Too serious for her notes
Tiny of trillions of pieces left in Earth
We stand to witnessed all … in Arizona
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Please, please, sing one more song
You born in Pennsylvania
Will you visit Latin America?
In Arizona:
Closing in to 5 million visitors annually
Is never alone … in Arizona nor is Ms. Swift
In Mexico and Brazil where bodies move, moves
Moves, more than sneak moves … awaits her
The most famous, end of dinosaurs in the …
Yucatán Peninsula, in Mexico
Ms. Swift will make her move in Mexico
Will the mariachi’s make a miracle sing lined up
Country music rather than pop …?
Actually known, Chicxulub
6 miles crater … there
Became the destroyer
Taylor Swift stood up, the new creator of notes
To the giants of creatures
To the smallest ones …
Ms. Taylor Swift, shifted their opinions
They all now, feel swiftest
The crater … of the moon
Buried underneath …
Ms. Swift perfume matches …
of endless beauty …
Only Ms. Swift transfers
Everyone like notes …
Yes, she transfers everyone
To like her notes …
66 million years ago
6 miles crater… striking Earth
Ms. Swift strikes …
Her notes, everywhere she goes
75% Earth’s and plants gone
All burned- washed
Ms. Swift stands alone building and multiplying
Her wealth unlike a meteorite that stale …
Oh’ no, not her!
We know, what we know … Ms. Swift
Will grow in popularity
As little, as one’s grows
She the biggest impact in music known, today
A music genius
Of her time …
2nd largest impact
She the first
What was first?
Meteorite S2
3.26 billion years ago …
200X’s larger, killed the dinosaurs
Are we to expect a next?
Why do events, such happens?
Evolution? Punishments from the God’s
You be …
That of a higher judge
I like to end …
Not saying, much
I say:
Will be Ms. Taylor Swift
A new LP …
An album worth it?
For definite
… and for sure
She is …
The meteorite, shaking music of today
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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In Nashville … in every corner of a bar
There’s no car wash
But, voices of young
Aspiring singers waiting to be explored
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Was there
At the right time and place
As a woman tried to jump the bridge
He aimed perfect arrow
Never wanting to strike her
He aimed right into her heart
Soooo … perfectly with love
He grabbed her arms
As he swiftly …
Without Taylor Swift
In his arms …
He saved her
Now, I ask
“What was so bad
To end your life?”
she on the bridge
He there at the perfect time
He grabbed her
Don’t die today …
All of the questions
Yet, it will not make it alright
All I can do, is pray
Like the rest of all of us!
Next time …
Do like Bon Jovi
A hero of our days
No only with his melodies/endless songs
With his guitar and voice with endless melodies
Yes, for the joy but
It’s God
Who enjoy it all with rush
With an ash in our skin
Buried that within …
On Past over, we reminded
“Ash to ash, we shall remain”
We dust to dust
We rush thru life
As we going immediately …
To die!
Why some man
Last a lifetime
While newborn
Babes’ died?
Who will be that man
Whom can stand first
In line, goes against God
Challenge Him …
Why life
Is not fair?
Are you to indicate
Furthermore, state
“We all equal?”
In what capacity …
If that mental status, mental state
Can anyone
Claim is fair?
For an innocent soul …
Just born to die with a day
What crime did this innocent life
Has to pay and be sacrifice alive, days born?
I can fight any man
In an invisible ring
I can win this war
To prove, not all man
Are born equal!
We born into different class
We enter with many races and colors
Our parents all have different jobs …
They raise in upper class …
While urges, are embedded to the slums
Only chase in society, to be a bum
As they only have rum to sustain
All of their pains
That given them
A basket full of hate
And crack of jokes …
To make them crack
Like the yoke of an egg
That they wish they can eat
But, without a home and stove?
A likely hope
To make reality
A thing of renew hope
Hope to never die, never doing anything at all but, try
It’s a man like Bon Jovi
Whom has taken a stand
To stand tall like a solid tree
Perhaps oak or maple …
That is strong and can feed
Without sacrificing a soul
Man, of today …
Wake up and give your neighbor your bread
While you still can
We all have enough
Let’s share our abundance
In all season’s
Not just in Christmastimes
Let it be all the time …
Next time you see a bum, a homeless man
Take him home
Think of him …
Wash him, feed him
Give him some love
Give him a bath
Wash him with your hands
He/she will not dirty you …
Know, it’s God that will remove your stain
Your dirt to clean, else all of you …
Know …
Love is pure
Love is sacred
Love all man …
Was born
To be loved
… and experience that
… Know that!
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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I like to use squid’s ink not that of man …
Why? Because, only He can give me a squid
To write all of His new commands … fallen letters
As, I captured it all by my unique given hands
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He created this squid to serve a purpose
As m, everything created by Him
Leaving a perfect print of Him
You learned to believe …
He never weak but, strong
He stands taller than the Empire State BLDG
You can knock it out, as He builds in 3 days
His been sweating …
Even the day He was born
Dying in the cross-sweating blood not salty ones,
Like our tears with fears … It was thru this blood
We all born
Wake up, all!
Can you still smell his shaded blood?
Does it smell like, He been bleeding?
Is where, you thought He’ll be
In the grave nailed
He’s never been there, He was sacrificed by man
He should never be allowed
To stand with 2 thieves
They all put Him on a stand, an innocent man
Pinned to the cross
Left abandoned to die
A criminal thought by man
Because, he claimed to have endless love
What is Christmas?
Can you tell me, it is not love?
Christmas, is coming, can you tell Children
Christmas is no more?
What kind of monsters are we to curse
An innocent man?
To bury Him alive
Allowing Him to pay a price to die?
Regardless of being mean
As, we refuse to believe
There’s always a will to stand alone and fight
Why, none did as the rooster crow X3’s
Now smell His blood
From all the years of past
Of yesterdays and today
Let us all wake up …
Let’s us all
Give Him room
To smell, His bloody perfume
Unlike, any known to man, is love curing hearts
Wake up new and afresh …
His perfume has bathed you
Now, do your HW not just a bit but, all
Question, Him no more, as only He stands tall
You can question any man,
Have they ever smelled God’s perfume?
They may lay, they may lie they have!
Don’t trust them nor any man
It is with the will of man …
To go beyond and try to beyond
An unreachable planet …
The moon, once thought but, reached
Going back, to the squids
Why did we get rid of Christ?
Because, man never ready to take command
From a man, proving to be better than them …
Know, is through Him I, can write with ink of a
Squid, know its letters can match that of a devil,
Both being black but, you must realize, God lives here, let’s respect and use this ink
Instead …
This year is coming
Let’s make a prep
Get all your guest list
Use an ink of a squid, whine you can
It’s almost coming …
I can hear the render of reindeer’s
It’s coming up as it rains
I just got off the train
I can hear the Christmas songs
All wrapped up in lively contours
It all sounds beautifully in colors
It’s Christmastimes next door and in my door
I adore Christmas …
With cards hanging on my door
The floors have endless toys and gifts
All wrapped up with love …
I’ve created peace
I put laughter’s of the saints
As they’ve all gathered with the angels
As they bring a squid to write and paint
In 2024, buying Christmas cards
A thing of the past?
It’s all about texting and emails
Taking our time to write few lines, mail it out
They all want to put my squid
Out of business
They got to know
Is not God’s plans
Know that in some states …
Not all match that of other states
In NYC, Park Avenue is an elite address
In Harlem is raising up and Springfield, OH
A class of the working class …
They, also rising up, not eating cats and dogs and pets …
Know, obedient to God’s laws
As, honestly paying rent without complaints
Aim to be good
Aim not to be too sad
Aim to be Godly
Aim not to speak, so much
We all like to speak a lot
That’s, also including me
In all 50 states …
Is that saying much?
Weather, in Ohio or not, Oh … I said that!
Ohio, is a thing of the past
Not only, in Ohio
Is everywhere we speak different tongues
We all got different taste
Our senses, open up
In different seasons or not
What do we all line?
You may like the blues or rock and roll
The classics or pop rock
Live or tv stand
A band or newspaper vain
Where do you stand?
In the rain
In the sun
With the snow and a snowman
How you compare rain to snow with Him?
He in Both waters, but in different forms
In water, God visible to man …
In Snow, rain from His skin brought by those winds
Who had never won a war? Man?
Know, God won it all
Man, always thought, God: The Loser
Hey no, the bread winner
He never lost a war
He lost, not
He saves us all
Including Christmas and all
Why I line to write a lot?
Thus, never stop …
His love endless like the giant-skies
As surely multiples with times …
Next time …you may want to write without
A pen, try that of the ink
Of a squid … is different prints is all black
You may think, is not real ink but, truly it is
It is God, in it …
Whether you think or not, it is God
You can write
Try it …
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Bring all the ingredients of nice
By sharing the embodiment
Of Him, that is Christ
Give Him endless love
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Let all the rivers, flow with more love
Stop all, whom has no love …
Spray the seeds of love even microscopic bits
Cash in with the Lord …
Make it a law to turn hate into love
Let it be a dosage of love … let it rain
Don’t trade love for what is not
Take a tray full of love
Take it slowly
Give it to all … give it hard, give all your love
Wash yourself off with love
What so nice …
About Christmas?
Is not the popping of corns
But, the birth of Christ, born
Bring Him ores and gold ..
Hold Him high like a kite, as He makes it all its Move clap your hands high nicely
Sing a song with nice hymns
Pray to Him day-night’s
Watch Him among the stars
Catch Him among the rays and the rains
Look at Him in the ponds and of the songs
He those shadows of trees
The gentle breezes
The melodies in the sand
The looks of Christmas colors
The changes of the leaves
As it goes you by …
The clouds moving by
Yes, is peace all quietly
Those whom
Know Him …
Shall never perish nor know hell
Don’t ever perish but, enjoy the Lord
Aim nothing, don’t do
Aim something, to get something
Aim high, work extra to get to the extra mile
You’ll greatly rewarded in multiples …
Know, He is love
Know, love is He
He is everything, He is a bundle
Of everything, that is love
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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You may think, you don’t know me!
But, I know do know you … as, I give you oxygen
I used my heart as the paint brush
I am the canvas and the painter
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As, He took the brush
He used His heart as a paint brush
He left nothing uncolored …
The naked trees…
As gets shaken, all naked
All dancing with the winds
All sing alleluias for someone to hear
They appeared far but, near
All dear trees to Him
He feeds them sun
He provides waters
They all grow tall …
It’s existence to provide oxygen
There’s no different one’s
Which my favorite?
Perhaps, maple
It can feed us
Pancakes in the morning
IHOP, come hungry leave happy?
Not, really … I prefer, my home sweet home
Where, I can repeat a beat
Listen to my heartbeats …
It’s best in my home as my fireplace is all lit
Am, not sad …
But, glad that make prints
As started with a blank one
It took a new direction
Where the paper’s my boss
My pen … Now, my God
My hand takes controls
Images comes to life of my soul that grows
I see all those trees all lined up standing still
… in Connecticut headed to Martha’s Vineyard
They do not talk back
But, if they did
What would, it states? Would they say?
“Am tired of being looked and poked
Please give me room to release CO2
Look, I may be naked in the winter
But, whom are you to critique?
Give me room/space
Don’t race me mad
Just wrapped me with love!”
Next time …
You see a tree
Bend your knees
In it, is God!”
With these messages and my tree voices
I like …
To conclude
My chlorophyll gives breathes
“Don’t crack jokes, please
Placed not, empty can beers
Leave a note, instead
Thanking me … why, I give you breathes
Note, I love you
Without discrimination nor hesitations
With endless shapes and colors
I ask, to be love back …
Those winds, bathes
Gives peace of mind
Endless love …
God lives, here!
All my trees’ leaves
Slowly leaving
The sun, warms
My torso, tree trunks stays with me.”
Yes, they all do
It’s God, that lives here
It’s God
Yes, it is God: Know that
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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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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The beaches, are the work’s treasure’s
Why?
Is God speaking
Is He getting mad?
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He never gets mad
He is sad
Because, He needs your love
Is His silence in the nights, as He sleeps?
Is the brightness of the sun, waking up?
He’s all there …
Whether you like it or not
Life’s a preference
One’s refers the other not
You prefer Red over pink
Perhaps ivory vs ebony
Which one your favorite keys?
The note, that can put you to sleep?
The melodies, only you can hear in your sleep
The perfume, you smell in the distance?
In Daytona beach
The sounds of the birds
As the gentle breeze wakes up
The fly out … to catch a swim naked
57 miles from Orlando
The birds fly out
To swim in there, in the oceans by the beach
As they leave prints in the sand, they were there
NASCAR race known
In Volusia County went hunting
With a zip of red wine
Some birds got drunk
With a pleasant feeling in their beak
They peak at the orange Florida’s sun
They awake tire with fun
Now the sun’s gone
23 miles connected
To the Atlantic oceans
Surfing, kayaking and paddling a beetle bug
As he laid onto the sun with all tiny of him
He awakes baked
His tiny body screams
All burned from the sun
A swim takes he, the water and waves friends
A party town
Daytona in the day
Nightona in the night
As waves bring back all the evenings fun
Sarasota, best of sea food
Libby’s Restaurant you can liberate your palette
Connors Steak and Sea Food
You can bring your appetite
You’ll never die of hunger
As you walk in …
There’s a special
That lives in there, is all for your food appetite
There’s a friend
Of mine …
In Sarasota
She has a gorgeous name of Mary Lou
Yes, her name Mary Lou
Her last name will not quote
I should mention her
Without shame …
Mary Lou from Sarasota
Last name Davidson
My producer …
I will bring her with me
When I visit Sarasota
Shopping, till I drop
I have no once of energy
In my blood …
I utilized it all in my sleep
I never take drugs, no smoke, no alcohol
A boring life? Oh no, not I
I only drink with my God
He never drunk
He never complaints
He works 24/7/365
He never has no penny in his pockets
He has no home
He not rich …
He as poor, the poorest of all
He’s the richest I’ve ever known
He’s famous
He’s was killed
He was innocent
He was never loved
Because, he was spat on
Lost in the temple …
Preached to the sinners
Arose a dead man from the grave
Yes, he was never believed …
He stated, he could build in 3 days
He claimed to be the son of man
He was crucified …
A king to the Jews … you be the judge!
I’ve a question:
Where do you think, He resides?
In Daytona beach or Nightona?
In Sarasota or in Minnesota?
Minerva A. Garcia, Your Poet
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Why dreams, come in colors
While others not, but in black?
Why some people’ve organized thoughts
While others not?
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…and pretend is all ok?
Why some people, are so together
Seemingly to be glued together by the Gods
Who can, glue them as no one can?
Are they Devine-like and/or unlike?
It been through more than a crazy glue
That holds them through that will of God
They need to always live …
As much as God give them more reasons to stay
An extreme will, despite what …
They may see and/or hear, they can’t be crack
An egg cracks secondly, see a lot of it
Why, maybe ask, why they don’t crack?
Only, He knows
The why’s as He often cries unheard
A million times
A million ways
A million of days
A million of dates
All pleural …
Never singular
A single man …
A woman to the unknown, has made it known
Today’s society man never alone in voices
Women of today, proven they can stand alone
Very tall unlike any man …
Before, they were left outside tossed 2 the winds
Woman of today …
Rise up like the brightest of the suns
We can no longer be thrown to the wolves
Where we been feed to loose …
Now, we’ve suffered enough
The sun witnessed it all
No longer willing to burned us
Plentiful of water out in the sea
We all been cooled …
Our bodies no longer bruised nor blue
But, our minds at times stoned
Only our prints behave a-timed
Now, no longer
We been freed
By own own true wills
Once and again, we proven we all the same
There’s a million ways to die
All women, always dies the same
With endless love in their hearts
Because, it’s through the will to survive
To bring all offspring’s to life
To continue our existence
We only chains of DNA …
We all chained to our God, because it’s love
-Minerva A. Garcia, Your Poet
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Who wants to die?
No one …
Who wants to live?
Everyone …
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Why others seek the best MD to live?
Who can explain the unexplainable?
Who would be the first to cast their sinless?
Or, ever better …Who can cast their sins?
I know, no one, everyone thinks they’re innocent
They think, they are victims whom to be blamed?
What excuses they have?
I may never seek to be a hero
Nor claim to be a genius of words
I cannot state, am the very best
I know am weak, but like to stand strong
Going back to the title
“A Million Ways to Die”
Aren’t we lucky enough to survive
To still be around and count our ways
Without being negative …
Let’s think of the positives
Without bringing a pessimist and piss none
Let’s seek perfection, an opportunist of optimism
With a bag full of goodies, none sees
Let’s unwrap it slowly choosing your
Great only hand, discard and disregard
Your bad one, it’s like having none
By choice of wisdom
Be wise to choose right
All the wrong discard
Weekly or bi, the garbage gets picked up
Throw in it …
All the unwanted materials
You can include, all the not treasured thoughts
If doesn’t work, shored your mind with pleasure
You may not think you can control
That of many of things …However
Your mind you can … your actions, you can
You’ve a free will, you’ve a choice
Think carefully …
Whatever enters
Your mind …It is one of the
Most powerful weapons and energy
We all got …
Do not teased it
But, please …
Protect it
Minerva A. Garcia, Your Poet
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What a vision that is not real?
Vision, is God alive
Are the eyes, the very few see
Are allow to see, that’s Him
If you lucky enough …
To be chosen, by Him
As the one
He prefers
To do all of His task
Without being ask …
Is an act you both of you, understood
Stood there, you mirror image of both of you
You can dispute …
As you’ve, put all the trust in Him
In you and you
Both, misunderstood
While all others, have taken you
For a fool …the real you, no one knew
Both of you, His obedient disciple
Him, the opulent of best of every of things
Opposite, He’s not to me …
We same rod, not a negative or positive gram
A gram positive rod like a Corynebacterium
Or a gram negative as is pathogenic Mobiluncus
Going now, to the own theme
A vision of my death …
Four accidents, less than two months
None my fault, but them …
It was not I, on the wheels
But, He in control, He stole the show
Guided, protected and the new owner
Of my moonlight GM Equinox …
If you ask me, “Why I’ve survived all 4?”
You don’t ask me
Instead, ask Him
He can answer you, maybe as you sleep
It’s hard to grasp …
Images of death
To understand the power
Only, He can give!
To question, no more
The motto, now is
Believe, in the impossible
Is only He, possible
Dispute all man …
He, is whom you can’t
If He places you first
When, you once’s placed by man last
Believe, only He holds that power
Unlike, any man
who is a Supreme Judge
Judge one …
Only He
Has the power to do just that
He is the …
Ultimate judge
In Florida Turnpike, I visioned my death
A small pond next to the highway
Did it rain, days ago? You be the judge
Perhaps was dry before, I passed days ago
A lined of humans chains …
As a image evolved
From rom the pond
It was me as flowers
Were extended out to me
Goose bumps …
I get down my spines
As my purple blood waves good bye to all
My funeral, was held a week later
After my niece husband
Andrew Rodriguez passed on …
My car, an accident came to a full Stop
As my car was driving …
Probably 30 MPH, came to a full stop
It was those red barrels as barricade came
To a full stop, it was not my time!
It was He, driving
Those wheels
I, his obedient disciple
It was not my time
It’s my bodily soul, leaving all of me and
I weightless, ceasing leaving Earth
A stair, I can see in the distance
As, I climb up to Heaven …
I can hear angels with songs of endless alleluia’s
They all nicely tuned
My name sang out loud
Here comes, Minnie never a mouse
She has earned her wings …
Not commented by any Superman or Superwoman earned through sacrifices obeyed
As she, followed all instructed by the Gods
It was not the goddess, Athena
Not the angel Gabriel …
It was the Commander-in-Chief, no one sees
He is only seen through the clouds, she did see
The reasons some sees other, not
It chosen not by a pool
Is, He not a fool
But, some who never understood the truth
Let’s not end with the negatives
Let’s prefer the positives
He died but, lives even more
He gives lives, regardless if you died 50X’s
A vision, a picture of an acceptance presence
Not of that of an imagination …
But, the presence of a unfounded reality
Thus, brought by a state of true wisdom
Wisdom a solid state
States the truth
In all 50 states
In New York State
The Empire State Building
The standing water … fallen
The waterfalls as Niagara’s Falls
The Twin Towers was tall, it’s no more
Grow tall like the endless winds
You can hear but, not see
Only witness objects move
As sounds of God, as He speaks
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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My nephew, Joselito
Has three gorgeous sons
The Father, Son and The Holy Ghost
Let me stop, kidding
They really are incredibly sympatico kids
Meaning friendly, gentleman, cordial and cute
OMG …
What a shame
Every time I get to meet them, it’s a funeral
We say … “We have to come over!”
They in Las Vegas and I, in Staten Island, NY
We got to do better than meeting in funerals!
What is that stops all of us from not
Being able to push our clocks backward
It’s a human-nature thing …
Life, goes by so fast
Like the second hand of a clock
Not even, if you wear a watch you notice it turns
Going back to my nephew
Three super sons
Jared, bearded black full headed guy
With a smile like a God
Intellect of a saint
Humor of that of Superman
Timothy, with a smile like the statue of David
He only can hear words of God-like sentences
All other, he thus become mute
James, with same name as my only son
Siemese twin of actor Justin Long
Quiet, reserve but, cool like the breeze of colors
Now my niece Marlenis, Joselito’s sister
She’s 42 looking like 20
OMG, is the Frias genes
What Do, I mean?
Frias’s women don’t age
They take pride looking young and in tune
Her two sons: Mason 11 and Aiden 17
Like their father Andrew, handsome
Funeral Sunday 6/23/24, I cried
Their father gone too soon at 42
A police officer, a Broward Sheriff Deputy
South Miami Dade, a job 24-7, he did well
His colleagues all spoke of his heroic work ethics
He now with his God, that we not
We will all met Him, and Him one day
It is our deep believe … we must all be super GOOD, like
Andrew, A police officer, a husband, father, brother, sister or very dear friend 2many
There, I sitting absorbing it all in
It was on a Monday, the Lord called Andrew
How would he respond?
Andrew did not hesitant, not crawl He was not weak
But, strong in his response? Was he?
You judge this man not? Leave it all to God
Only, He knows Andrew
We missed the opportunity?
Now, it is He whom will benefit most
He is now looking down
On his wife …
Most of all, his two sons Aiden and Mason
Arden stated, would had been nice
“If my father would had been there 4my graduation!”
Arden know, he will be there and always
It’s easy said, then done
To depart from your loved ones
It’s even harder not to understand God’s plan
I can only pray …
God, you made the right choice
To take Andrew leave a widow and two orphans
I can only question you why?
I went to Andrew and Marlenis’ wedding
A light blue strapless dress, worn by I
Now, I’ve tears in my eyes
It was my hands as my tissue
My heart of art absorbing all the words
I folded the night as I kissed my family good night
I scared, long 70 miles ride driving in Florida Turnpike at night, I don’t drive this far
I ask my nephew, Joselito, my sisters and
My Jose to pray
I almost didn’t make it
I closing in to be next in a coffin?
Not my time, yet
My car front light didn’t turn on
Orange barrels supposedly for traffic
Became engaged with my car, as they met
It both, came to a full stop
When you get into a driving car …
Know, it can be your last as is a death trap
God was driving and I, His passenger
Am glad to end
He is my friend, my best friend
He can be yours too, seek and call out to Him
He’s waiting
Call Him, any way you can
He’s waiting … don’t let it be too long
This, I must say
He loves you, he loves me and
He loves all we …
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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Andrew Rodriguez, 42 years old
Born May 9, 1981
Passed on Tuesday June 18, 2024
Funeral Sunday June 23, 2024
He had a gorgeous knocked out wife, Marlenis
Two sons: Aidan 17 and Mason 11
A police officer with Miami-Dade, FL
A Broward Sheriff’s deputy
What’s wrong with this picture?
What was so sad to learn?
What was not right?
What puzzle/images buried our heads, til date?
That now, we questioned
As it doesn’t seem to fit?
We can continue to question
It will not bring, Andrew back
His mom hard to console his wife, my niece Marlenis a beautiful soul, cries silently
As her eyes puff and too sad matched
Her Black dress all in distress …
His mom, I thus gave her a deep hug
It was too hard to express my pains, as I could Feel her pains as a mother
there’s no greater pain to bury your child first, you last
I am 100% sure …
No mother, want to bury her son 1st
She would trade it
Preferring to be her
Even if she has to go to the devil
It’s a price
You prefer to pay
Give your life 1st
What kind of bargain would require
A reversal such trajectory act
To dismiss your life and
Instead have him, not miss his
It’s a classical story
You don’t want to hear
It’s a very dear son
Too clear to hear
As I sat, in close vicinity
His coffin I could see
His wife dressed all in black
You can’t crack a joke here, all too sad here
A eulogy was heard …
Precisely of the greatest of man
Andrew Rodriguez, was definitely one of them
I reached close to his presence, I prayed
God, an Our Father and Hail Mary
Now, protect all of us present
Next, could be any one of us
He’s now with His God thus, we not
He is suffering, now no more
As he rolled over to end his pains
None noticed
His heart gave up
His own choice
He decided by his own will
To not look back but, forward
This time, no more life in Him
He took his own piece of work as a gun
Place onto his body in his car
Knowingly, instead of going home
To his wife and kids, but his God instead
There’s no further investigation
No more questions
No accusations
No blames … we all have a free will
God is all loving?
God is all fair?
God loves all of us?
Did He loved Andrew that much, that he had?
To go and follow him, instead
Of leaving all behind, even his kids
Everyone spoke eloquently of Mr.Rodriguez
His friends, colleagues and all
His dear children Mason and Aidan
His wife, Marlenis with her swollen eyes
What have we all learned?
Death is transient
That you can’t change
God is that place, of a heaven we must reach
We got to be more than Good
To enter the gates of heaven
Theirs’ endless lakes and rivers no one thirst
There’s none to eat, nor hungers
It’s a place where love are the styles
Where music rings with endless sounds
No man can return
That stay, is there forever
As you enter
You can’t leave
You’ll live there, forever
That’s why, you can’t see them again
You will …
If you good like Andrew
Be good and aim to be good like Angel
He helped everyone, he forgot to help self
The last part
You don’t do
You got to help yourself first
Place, other last so, you can last
My advice
Seek help
Is not weak
It’s the strength within
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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What’s new
In the world of entertainment?
Where the old
Meets the new?
Metropolitan Museum of Art
Wakes up at night tightly and nice
Where becomes transformed in art form
As bodies of fame no longer the same
You’ve artist like Cardi B, a rapper
from the Bronx, a borough that I love
Is where, I work and bring home my daily bread
She wearing organza black extravagant gown
Preferably known
As unknowable depths of the universe
You may like or dislike her style
She’s still Cardi B, a Bronx girl she’ll always be
With a thing to impress …
She always dresses to do just that
Like Anna Wintour, Vogue editor both women leave entrance of expressions, whoa
Who are we to critique?
It’s the best entertainment
Where NYC never sleeps
Where vibrant colors lives
It’s a scene to applause
As artist like that includes
Actresses, singers, models and best
Comes to show off dress code
This year titled” Garden of Time”
I praise Miss Zendaya, most cool blue
One of the five host of the gala
Dressed by Maison Margiela and John Galliano
Looked dolled-like of a goddess
With a palette of purple peacock
Purple my favorite of the colors
A butterfly went by, sat on her neck and elbow
A silhouette and transparent
No one there had their parents
It’s an occasion to show off
It started shaky as Gaza protesters try shame
NYC Braves
Shook them off
Took them out
Now rooms for creation came to give birth
It’s a light of new breaths
As everyone gave their best performance
Forming exquisite lines, yes forming exquisite
lines
It was each and every one of Who Who’s
What celebrity would show up?
Which one, will not?
If you invited, you will
If you not, you question why not?
Some may want it to be a thing of the past
But, art never dies
It always comes to live
Especially, in a city that never sleeps nor
never gives up
There was a mosquito protector
You can’t wear it on your vest
In your best or worst of days
It’s foolish to catch your eyes
I prefer an eye for the most ice princess
Elle Fanning by name
She showed up with poise
Hands made and structure by the gods
Statuette, thin and with grace
She stood shown skin
Her hair under her shoulders
Paper thinned no, perfect as a goddess
With her left hand down by her side
The other upward as guiding traffic to the Gods
No none listened everyone hurriedly
To the next on line, off you go
Where should I end?
Is hard to find a winner without discrimination
Perhaps Cardi B
Big, black organza match black, whole universe
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
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There’s definitely wars
Russian with Ukraine
Gaza with Israel
There’s also, President Trump’s trial
With have global warming/climate change
The college student’s protest over Gaza
The forest fires
The mud slides
The burning of souls
As missiles collapses their homes
Let us not try to get sad
There’s plenty of great news
Theirs’s graduations, child births and the stock
Making millionaires from regular Sam’s
There’s free tuition for medical students
In the poorest borough, in NYC; the Bronx
Albert Einstein Medical school
My neighbor at work
That’s Jacobi Medical Center
A place, I can call home
I’ve learned to love
They’re all nice people
I can all trust …
I could give’ m my home keys
As I sleep, still wake up, the same
People have always freaked out
They’ve fear in their heads
As they hear of the Bronx
Constantly in the news for crimes
I’ve never committed one, am not afraid
Why, should I?
It’s a far cry from
As us embedded in their eyes
It’s the borough
With the least wealth
This should change
As the real-estate, had sky rocket
I am now entering a new age
As the fastest rocket weapon on Earth
I must educate as, I’ve I
With such of incredible sounds
Subsonic: 614 MPH
Transonic: 921 MPH
Supersonic: 3,836 MPH
Hypersonic: 7,673 MPH
It’s now the monster
That set to kill
In matter of seconds
It’s a torpedo of supersonic sounds
Moving 25X’s speed of sound
Let’s express speed 19,810 MPH
It can fly NY to Beijing in minutes
Are you scared, now?
I know, I am, It’s a tope-do of copper color
Super scared as can change direction
As human’s changes its mind
In mid-flight, as is set in high-hypersonic 19,810
This sucker …
Is not massive in size
Is massive thinking of it
It’s potential lethal
Like a deadly poison, from a snake
You can’t revert its damages
It was Mr. President Trump
Whom had signed into law H.R 1158
To get exact …
It was a date of 12/20/19
He’s a force not to be reckoned
That’s for sure, as he got it done
Operation Push …
He also, pushed 4all pharma to collaborate
COVID19 vaccine but, his mouth moved like
This endless high-hypersonic torpedo
His cursed himself, landed in the wrong planet
He blamed Stormy Daniels, as he visited Blooming Dale under the coat ranks another woman, he left prints that in 2024 …
That served the US High Courts
He was fined millions
But, because he’s Trump
He left to fight, other cases
He’s unlike any bull
Still at 80 yrs. old, close
There’s no teenage athlete
Nor wrestler that can fight like him
If they attempt to sue or fine him
Perhaps, even pin him to a ring
He’ll do a full circle
He’s the winner, well claimed
I like to end few stanzas that’s a USA president has been put onto a ring with a cast of news
To record his every move …
Forgetting, this still a free country
The best yet, known
You can’t reverse time nor history
He’s protected by the 14th amendment
He’s free to speak however, a citizen still he
The presidency seeks
Every man
To themselves
How will he be judge?
Will history be kind?
Should he be advised to drink a glass of wine
Not to stand in court sitting on his hearings
All of the times …
Instead at age 78, sleep of peace can’t reach instead in his head, sleep apnea kicks in, eyes near APPs in his cell, he can’t grab too tired Now, must contempt to things he hasn’t heard
What will be his destiny?
Should he be left alone?
Should a past president be treated light n-kind?
Should it be left to the God to decide?
To lead is not always easy, in terms of perfection
It takes wisdom, knowledge, compassion
Placing others first, you last
It’s lives involved and humans with equal rights
Who can deny
A president
A piece of peace
Where all peoples are considered free?
Give him a break
News of the world
Take a step be hide
Let an old man breath-free, as eagles ought 2be
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It’s only human to feel another human
It’s empathy for a human loss of life
All life forms matter
Is in the likeness and mirror-images of ourselves
Whom are we not to bleed like them?
If we are to open each and every one of them
They opened to same color blood
They bleed out red and purple like all the Gods
What does a number tell us, all of us?
Number never lies
Are humans that do!
34,600 Palestinians death
It’s a far cry from what is love
Israel-Palestine stop this fight
It’s a human being burn alive
Where all this strive innocent babes
With its mother and new-borne
All taken too early
To their graves
As the braves
Of all of the man’s
No longer brave
As their hearts
All opened
They cracked open
At the sight
With smells of corpse
Ready to be bury
They dig in their hearts
My dear god
Let it all stop
Man, with hearts, stop this insanity
Why can we all get along?
You want a piece of peace
You want a land of piece, of piece bits of peace
Thus, cut it in half share it with your neighbor
Learn like Jesus did
He shares piece of bread with his disciples
Learned to turn hate into peace
Just like He did, turning water into wine
If you all remove a piece of hate
Perhaps a seed of love
Will be replaced
It’s never too late to revert a bad seed
You must take from your rotten heart
You got to burn it
Take only, one good seed
Thus, place it in your heart
It will grow like a mustard seed
Don’t forgot to water it
Open the shade, let the sun in
Learn to control all your satanic temper
When the sun becomes too hot find a shade instead of letting the heat burn you alive
Instead of throwing heats at the rest
Test your inner self to control your good soul
Never let yourself go to hell
Is where the endless fires burn
It’s hotter than the sun
It’s burns all hopes
Students are the future
They make changes known
They know future is there’s
They have to make it known
Participants at major universities: Columbia, NYU, George Washington, Indiana, Yale,
University of Texas, University of California, etc.
are all demanding solidarity and end to war?
Some may call them, activism
I call them hope
Instead of being and being left alone
They prefer to make it know
The world shouldn’t stand alone
They must stand together
They beliefs are bigger than their dreams
They dream big, to make known
They do not stand alone
For their believes in the future of hopes
War must end and should come to an end
There’s no place of peace call war
I believe in hopes
It’s embedded in my DNA’s
It shows in my blue jeans, I am wearing
I hide nothing that’s not love
Love takes center stage
Love is torch that should be lighted
Love is beam of light necessary to sustain us all
Love is a seed needed in every man’s heart
It’ll be peace
If every man
Has a believe
That love’s endless in their heart of art
I conclude
Students are the future
Listen to them
Instead of jailing them
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Who collects history?
Is it the Gods?
Or the goddess Athena, like I?
It is NASA’s three satellites
It has names to describe as
1.Terra, Spanish Earth
2.Aqua, Spanish water
3.Aura, how beautiful a view
It had a weight
As much as an elephant
Does it look like one?
It’s an artificial brain, unlike anyone!
They’re orbiter’s
By name’s are
Gazing, gathering updates
Of our planet, Earth
With it all telling us info is like anyone!
Weather, wildfires, smokes, desert dust, volcanic plumes, clouds thickness, world’s forest, grass/wet lands, crops and even monitors oil spills
It would be
A go, if it could predict
Escapees from prison
For sure, it would be nice?
They now all 3 coming to end of an age
Slowly dying with their info inside
Despite without a brain
Did it ever have one?
We implanted one …
Can human transplant one to other humans?
For sure, in the near future
We can, a cat to cat brain can be done
Who can trust a man?
To predict God’s plan
To change destiny
To switch memory
Would their life
Meet a new height
Like these three satellites did?
All life’s things must all come to an end
Except for certain type of jellyfish
You do the search
You try to find its immortality
Can you be trusted, not 2make human immortal?
Man would go to any length
To buy time
To place it in a jar to bury it for themselves
Yet, die with this secret that defines time
It’s a creed of life’s expectancy
All man for themselves
If you’ve offspring’s
Thus, you’ll change your mind
You prefer to find a Time Machine
Have them live 4ever
No one deserves to die
That you love so much
Because, of man’s greed
The need to survive
The shortages of supplies
The reason’s all living should die
It is not a theory by me nor by I
It is that I believe in God’s creed
He died to save all we
Whom, are we not to die as He?
Going back to these three satellites
The need for record keeping it’s a must
Researchers and the best of minds
Must have a glass of wine
Perhaps than, they will collaborate
How to gather all their good brain cells
Instead of competing and destroying
Each other’s intel brain to a virus we don’t know
By collecting and gathering all the info
Onto a super NASA chip
Instead of collecting data
In a chip sheet, hope restores
We’ve learned NY Times Sunday May 4, 2024 page A11 titled: “What Happens When NASA Lises Its Eyes on the Earth”
Will they all die, it’s a yes
When we fall asleep
Will we wake up with an intellectual brain of info?
Will a new one, come?
Will we be feed futuristic updates?
Will our minds hunger for more?
Will we settle into day’s doom?
Will we assume it’s ok to look the other way?
Will we be forced to sway our brain wrong way?
Success always comes with a price!
It is right at of the times to seek more
If were to survive
Humans must always continue to strive
History always tells us
Repeats events can be avoided
With past pretense and prints of the past
Past not your wrong in your hearts but purity
If we humans, take a break
Science, will be now left be hide
Our future children will 4ever
Remain in pre-kindergarten
Maybe, there never be a break from
climate change; melting ice sheets and global warming: increase world’s temps
All due fossil fuels with Increase deforestation
Our planet in desperate need
Not if one, but all of us
If we to survive with prints left future generations
An effort of unselfishness must proceed
An intellectual understanding of our greed
Not to proceed without a love need
Love, must be always place first
To protect Homo sapiens
First from, our own selfish beast
Humans must aim to focus
On Earth’s needs …
Before all of man’s selfish needs with its greed
With a message for all humans
To make a sacrifice and a fruitful responsibility
To save the planet to start now, not yesterday
It’s today that’s a matter to matter 4-all-2mow’s
This is your, Poet Minerva A. Garcia
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How fragile the brain?
The injured brain?
The American soldier by name
Whom has stood the test of all times
without fame
Risking his own life for ours
Would you do the same?
Would you have his back?
He dies for us, that’s a sure
For sure:
His only guarantee are the shores
His rest among the shores for sure
He has performed all the tours for sure
His injuries gone unnoticed
Still battling all for sure
Their complaints gone never noticed
Signs of brain injuries without one
It’s a hard task for a proven soldier
Whom has repeatedly died his hurts
without being heard
Required to prove but, still alive
Life proves you’re a hero if you died saving one’s
They’re all indeed hero’s
With a social security ID wrapped
around their neck
Their Purple Heart and blood
The Army will not see it
With symptoms of traumatic brain injury (TBI):
Vertigo, headaches, anxiety, fatigue
Stress, sleep apnea, confusion, vomiting, memory loss, and instability and so on …
All in all
Unable to hold relationship
Odd jobs in the tries
Always dismissed and promised of good byes
These are the future
Of an Army soldier
Who had the task
Known as a Firing Mortar
He joined the Army
A perfect score
In his military aptitude test
Now, struggle to read and convince others
Who now he is
It is not who he should be
To try to convince others
Who he is now, he not really him but, he is
Is a classic story of a true hero?
Whom has sacrificed his own life
Returns home to his wife
Now, she doesn’t know him
It’s a struggle of all of the battles
Where confusion becomes reality
Here, in this real world
This hero can’t seek proof
As his own military command
Doesn’t buy his symptoms
As all dismissed
His price are heaven compared to his burdens
His left all alone
His wife leaves him
His now, becomes
Glue to his basement
Nowhere else to go, trying too hard to survive
Aiming for a college degree
Unable to remember simple tasks
He now, must contempt to giving up
By definition, hero’s never gives up
This one has been driven not by will
But, by his mental brain injury to do just that
Even as he struggled, he not will to give up
In his heroic brain
He’s been bread not to give up
He started a Facebook Page
To relieve others like him
In his platoon
Also, dozens like him
His symptoms are more than in his head
The VA, tells him “Go home, you’ll improve!”
This solider knows better
They’ve already told him
Just what, already heard
You can only trust a grenade
His only hope, in his head
Still, not giving up
He seeks out jobs
With knocked of sounds in his head
The doors bell rings
No one’s home
Still, he opens the door
No human presence, all in his head
He relinquished his heroic pride
Prefers to try as all soldiers do
He goes back to his medic
They tell him “Dehydrated, drink water”
He knows lies
He recognizes hopes
Here, there’s none
He prefers to die but, heroes never lose hope
They have in their heart
Letters written by them
God just like them
Wake up, you not ready to go
As they wake up
The sun comes for them
You sacrificed your life
It’s me coming again, am your only friend
Don’t give up
Don’t crawl on your bed
Don’t you ever think you just a pretend
You been severing, suffering from TBI,
traumatic brain injuries
It is no joke
Others may dismiss your symptoms
Oh, no not I
I, was once’ s like you
My suggestion to you
Write a letter to the Pentagon
Grab your heroic peace
Piece out all the puzzles
Find a healthy brain cell
However, perhaps one
Gather all your platonic platoon soldiers
Protect their hearings by fighting your lives
It’s now, not later identifiable object
Blows safe to explain brains injuries
That is to prove experiences of TBI’s
As if hit by a truck, roadside bomb or collision
It’s all too sad:
To leave a soldier parked in his basement
Where no one hears his cries
Unfair because, he heard all of ours
This is your Poet, Minerva A. Garcia
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This is your poet, Minerva A. Garcia. Here’s my poem titled: Sing A Song to Earth. Written SAT May 4, 2024 at 9AM Sing, sing and sing praises
Praise and sing, again
Sing, sing, sing again
To Earth, the beautiful
Praise to the Earth that gives you daily bread, thus, raise your glass, raise your glass of wine as it rains for you
Love your day, love it day and night, as never wants to give up
It cries, and heats up every time you burn her alive
Give and be thankful
To Mother Earth
Whom gave you birth
You been wrapped around by her love
Held, close you been!
Green she’s as seen
Crystal clear waters for you to drink
A horizon of prayers it sends to you
Don’t you ever, ever let her go!
She brings blessings to you and all
Hold on to her near and tight
Don’t let her out of your sight
It’s only right …
To give her all of your respects
Whenever you may want to trash her
Remember, it’s her watching and protecting you
She does day and night for you
Whom has that right not watch over her?
Know, that watch on your wrist you owe it to her
She’s that chlorophyll of oxygen giving-life
Earth revolves around the sun
365 days/6 hrs./9 minutes to be exact
Can you ever, ever, ever, question that? It’s a fact
1 billion years, our sun will dust out
Our Earth gone
As history by scientist tells us
How will 26th century look like?
A robotic world of intelligence, perhaps?
Will Homo sapiens live longer?
Will they find new life, in a new planet?
Will they die younger than us? X2
Will they have lived longer, then us
If you ever begin to doubt
Why Earth’s been around
4.54 +/- billions of years old (4.54 +/- 0.05 B)
Measured by rocks radiometrically
Turritopsis dohrnii, immortal jellyfish
Reverts to a full sexual immature, colonial stage
As reached sexual maturity
As lived a solace life form
There’re others in such companies
Of species Aurelia as is, Laodicea undulata
Worldwide temp to tropic waters
Brought to light 1883 by Anton Dohrn, Naples
Age no more …
The future can bring man to near immortality
How to exact and extract an anti-aging piece
To inject a Homo to eternal life? That’s the key!
T.dohrnii begin life as microscopic piece
As free-living larvae, planulae
Giving rise to colony of polys
Thus, attaching sea floors
Now, what happens?
As branches forms?
All of the polyps become branched forms
Thus, never foreseen
It’s a science of a scene, where a creature lives
Even with a disease, in the Medulla stage, not
really, it’s a Medusa stage
Reverts to the polyp form as it relives, over again and over again
Question no more, there’s evidence
Am sure, of an oceanic creature immortality
Or an alien? Turritopsis dohrnii, a jellyfish
I like to conclude … it’s hopes 4fountain of youth?
Thank you. Minerva A. Garcia, Your Poet
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Poetry is the art of expressing your innermost feelings. They can be observational,emotional or even offered as tributes. This week, my reading is the Role of the Poet, Enjoy!
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Microbiologist Minerva Garcia discusses RSV and why we treat it, and why we don’t in some cases. Tune in for this important talk.
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Microbiologist Minerva Garcia explores what the Microbiome is, why we have and what it does. Listen and learn about your body.
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Welcomed all, to my show “Meet Minerva, the Micro….biologist”. My name is Minerva A. Garcia. I am currently the Associate Director Microbiology at Jacobi Med. Center, NYC Health & Hospitals Corp. and…soooo, Microbiology along with the microbes welcomes you in today’s show, where I’ll be talking about the following topic.
HOW CAN WE AS LABORATORIANS, BRING AWARENESS TO PUBLIC?
We have 4 gueststhat I will have the honor to interview:
- Eve Quinn,
- Denise Twiggs-Freeman
- Karyn and Carla – Two Med Technology students doing their rotation in Microbiology in my lab.
Let’s get right into the title: HOW CAN WE AS LABORATORIANS, BRING AWARENESS TO THE PUBLIC?
Medical Laboratory Professionals Week (MLPW) celebration started April 1975 providing an opportunity to increase public awareness, understanding and appreciation for laboratory professionals. this year April 23-29, 2023 with the 2023 theme and logo; “Saved by The Lab” offered by ASCP and Jim Coleman, Ltd. Is a great time to raise awareness of the impact the laboratory has on patients and providers in the community, where we can spotlight lab staff with the value they bring to making a difference. Clinical laboratory tests: The lab saves lives, time, costs, and lives, it enables early detection/prevention of disease. 7 billion clinical lab tests performed USA annually providing critical valuable data to hospital clinicians private practice, as well. We can expect physicians’ making decisions are vital in saving their patients’ lives. The lab supports the provider in delivering the best care possible. Clinicians use laboratory data to make a new diagnosis, confirm the effectiveness or ineffectiveness of a specific drug, evaluate the remission status of a patient with example cancer, or confirm that no further testing is required for a patient who has a particular illness or chronic illness.
Laboratory data is an essential part of patient care, it’s important to mention that the Lab Information system (LIS) is critical to patient care, because it allows the transfer of lab test results onto the designated lab section test results via the LIS, where physicians read and interpret this results of their patients. Treatments thus occur.
How can we, as Laboratorians, Bring Awareness to the Public?
Welcomed all, to my show “Meet Minerva, the Micro….biologist”. My name is Minerva A. Garcia. I am currently the Associate Director Microbiology at Jacobi Med. Center, NYC Health & Hospitals Corp. and…soooo, Microbiology along with the microbes welcomes you in today’s show, where I’ll be talking about the following topic.
HOW CAN WE AS LABORATORIANS, BRING AWARENESS TO PUBLIC?
We’ve 4 guest that I will have the honor to interview:
- Eve Quinn,
- Denise Twiggs-Freeman
- Karyn and Carla – Two Med Technology students doing their rotation in Microbiology in my lab.
Let’s get right into the title: HOW CAN WE AS LABORATORIANS, BRING AWARENESS TO THE PUBLIC?
Medical Laboratory Professionals Week (MLPW) celebration started April 1975 providing an opportunity to increase public awareness, understanding and appreciation for laboratory professionals. this year April 23-29, 2023 with the 2023 theme and logo; “Saved by The Lab” offered by ASCP and Jim Coleman, Ltd. Is a great time to raise awareness of the impact the laboratory has on patients and providers in the community, where we can spotlight lab staff with the value they bring to making a difference. Clinical laboratory tests: The lab saves lives, time, costs, and lives, it enables early detection/prevention of disease. 7 billion clinical lab tests performed USA annually providing critical valuable data to hospital clinicians private practice, as well. We can expect physicians’ making decisions are vital in saving their patients’ lives. The lab supports the provider in delivering the best care possible. Clinicians use laboratory data to make a new diagnosis, confirm the effectiveness or ineffectiveness of a specific drug, evaluate the remission status of a patient with example cancer, or confirm that no further testing is required for a patient who has a particular illness or chronic illness.
Laboratory data is an essential part of patient care, it’s important to mention that the Lab Information system (LIS) is critical to patient care, because it allows the transfer of lab test results onto the designated lab section test results via the LIS, where physicians read and interpret this results of their patients. Treatments thus occur.
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Welcome All!
My name is Minerva A. Garcia
I am currently the Associate Director Microbiology at Jacobi Med. Center, NYC Health & Hospitals Corp.
I am your Microbiologist now again, Microbiology with the microbes welcomes you in and so does poetry, with creative lines.
In today’s show, I’ll be talking aboutthe following topics
CONFUSION in SMPTOMS in CoVid-19 with Pediatric Vs. AdultsPediatic CoVid-19 UpdatesPediatric Viruses Circulating in the Summer, What’s Up with this?Why NOT Circulating in the Summer: RSV?Back to School Safety with CoVid-19, Which guideline to follow?CoVid-19/Variant Strains Update: National & International News
What does this mean? What we know today
EXCITING NEWS & PERSONAL NEWS
So…. There it…. Goes an Analogy of a poem discussion:
Today, sadly we are seeing SARS-CoV-2 affecting younger population due to adults population not getting vaccinated. This got has to changed, if we’re to control this pandemic.Also, our our ways of thinking. We know of how destructive this Covid-19 virus is. With this in mind, Viarnt Delta strain virus we all know possess a threat of our health, the way we live, they we going to live, the way we do business, global economy, our political sytem and school system interactions.
This why is important to re-evaluate how we do business with the public, how we interact with one another, how children learn, how we can increase unvaccination rate. We must start to encourage individuals who are not vaccinate, to get the vaccine, to protect themselves, the vulverable, children and stop this virus from mutated.
Would can hurt children? They are all so precious and the future. We got to protect them from harm’s way. This is why, I am asking everyone to pay close attention to the decision “WE SHOULD ALL GET VACCINATED”. Because, it also will impact this vulnerable future generation.
Don’t miss out, get vaccinated, are my advice to all. With this in mind, is where poetry comes and I like to bring you all in, into my world of Microbiology, where microbes are discussed and poetry expressed. In support of everyone trying to see a better world, join a cooperative effort for love and peace. Join this club! I like to bring to you this poem, which is also the title “CHILDREN”
Children Children cry when in pain They don’t pretend to be vain Children’s nature are sweet They are not bitter only when teased Children loves to have fun They like to run … Children not hard to describe They love to ride in the skies as pretend to ride Children love to play wildly in the sand They love to stand … Children often scream Always excited to eat ice cream Children play date and night if you let them bend However, they must eat and you must commend Children roll in the grass whether green or brown They don’t like to follow rules but frown… Children may act like clowns They may feel down atimes There’s never a right time for them that ends They just like to play all the times with their friends They often like to play in the woods Hide and seek for sure not feeling lonely They like to be with other kids Who also seeks to be wit I applaud these kids who wears long sleeves As they allow insect repellent under their sleeves laughter’s are infectious as they toss leaves As they place it on their tiny trees They draw tiny pics on their tiny hands They run microscopic errands As they think as big They often eat cover faces like tiny pigs It’s a treat to watch them eat Their tiny feet I listen to the beat Their special tiny little creatures Tomorrow they’ll all be super special creatures Never...
1)Welcome all, to my show “Meet Minerva, the Microbiologist”.
My name is Minerva A. Garcia
I am currently the Associate Director Microbiology at Jacobi Med. Center, NYC Health & Hospitals Corp.
I am your Microbiologist now again, Microbiology with the microbes welcomes you in and so does poetry, with creative lines.
In today’s show, I’ll be talking aboutthe following topics
- Summer Microbes2. CoVid-19/Variant Strains Update: National & International News
So…. There it…. Goes an Analogy of a poem discussion:
Summer story, create a scenery. Children playing, giggling, riding bikes, and playing on the beach. Eating hot dogs and ice cream. That’s the scene that I want you to have in mind for this summer. SAR-COV-2 vaccinations on its way to making NYC close to normalcy. That’s a WOW!
All of us vaccinated, wow. That’s a wow, again. We can start to feel relaxed in some way compared to when we started back in March 2020. We can now start to enjoy the beautiful flowers. The endless warmth of the sun. The tenderness of the summer as we experience the warmth on our skin. We think of our feet in the water at the beach as we get soaked. We can stand outside with family and friends and enjoy BBQS. We can hangout wearing our favorite ripped jeans. We can eat hot dogs, hamburgers, and French fries… all outside. This also means our favorite treats like Ralph’s Ice Cream on Staten Island. Flavors such as chocolate, coconut, and so many more. My favorite being cherry and crème latte. How can we forget the ice cream? My favorite, like rum raisin and strawberries etc. With pictures of cars driving in our cities we can hear noises everywhere. Where we can hear people from all walks of life having fun in NYC. I had the chance this weekend to come together with friends and enjoy the Vincent Van Gogh Immersive Experience at 290 South Street by FDR. I was able to sit and relax. Then, we walked around the city and enjoyed dinner. We had free posters from the exhibit. I plan to hang it in my office. That’s a WOW! I took time to enjoy myself and my family and friends. There’s an endless beauty and its colors to be seen. There’s a reason to hope and move on as a nation as restrictions are being lifted. That’s a WOW again. We can also feel free again. But, don’t miss out! Make sure you all get vaccinated to join the summer, increase health, and security. That’s a wow again.
An analogy of a poem. Ice cream in the sun. Let’s play it smart. With this in mind, the poetry comes in. Id like to bring you all into my world of microbiology where microbes are discussed and poetry expressed. In support of everyone trying to see a better world, join a cooperative effort for love and peace. Hope you can all join this club of happiness with the beautiful sunflowers and all that summer has to offer. Now, I’d like to bring you this poem entitled “Ice Cream in the Sun”.
Ice Cream in the Sun
Music melts my heart Like ice cream in the sunThe soul feels all absorbed By the musical listening of my responsive heart As touch breathe by my skies-I can’t reach any diamond within my grasp For all my mind wants to do Is listen to soft melodies As gently puts me to sleepAs I awake, I want more music for my ears So, I can soothe them day and night Pleasantly a sound without any quarrels
Summer story scenery. What is summer? Lets picture a perfect summer with all the greenery scenes we can all see. We can all see the enjoyment in the eyes of children who are playing, giggling, riding bikes, and playing on the beach. Eating hot dogs and ice cream. We can also see how we can enjoy BBQS with family and friends, but watch out for bacteria.
My name is Minerva A. Garcia
I am currently the Associate Director Microbiology at Jacobi Med. Center, NYC Health & Hospitals Corp.
I am your Microbiologist now again, Microbiology with the microbes welcomes you in and so does poetry, with creative lines.
In today’s show, I’ll be talking aboutthe following topics
Issues affecting our society unfairly: Asian being attacked
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Terms worth mentioning
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Retrovirus Can Turn Infectious for Pathogenicity
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SARS Viruses, Including COVID-19 & Variants Newer Vaccines on its way, that’s a wow!
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CoVid-19/Variant Strains Update: National & International News
So…. There it…. Goes an Analogy of a poem discussion:
We know that in today’s world SARS-CoV-2 has changed our prospective and also our ways of thinking. We have become aware of how destructive a new virus could be. This has allowed all of us to re-evaluate how we do business, how children learn, how medicine is practiced, example Tele Med, Skype, many are force to seek psychotherapy by virtually utilizing Zoom, a technology now becoming too familiar to us all. That’s a wow! You can never under estimate the human potential.
We also know that this Covid-19 virus, has taken lives beyond our comprehension. Many families have been wiped away, friends have witnessed their neighbors gone due to this crisis. Husbands, wives’ left widow and children left orphaned. This is all too sad. We can all imagined the adaption required and how this can have an emotional toll on a person’s wellbeing. That is why it is important to give a hand to anyone, you might notice requires assistance. Try to help in whichever capacity you can. Could be a small act, by giving someone groceries and/or say “hello, you need anything I can help you? “We have got to check on our neighbors and friends. Keep your families close via a phone call.
Just a gesture goes a long way. We need to start thinking differently if we are to survive and strive as a country, and move on. We are all learning of many negative effects that causes a ripple effects in our worlds, we got to change that. We have to change negative into positives. We got to care for one another. We have got to stop the hate. We have to focus on what is important. We got to bring back our faith, see the good in people, appreciate what we have, learn to laugh abundantly from the insides, search for peace, give a hand to your fellowman, respect our environment, our ecosystems, think of what we can all contribute to saving our planet, and so tomorrow we can appreciate a more pleasant world. Plant a seed with love, a tiny tree, a plant, crops, a flower and see it grow. Open up your heart to the unknowns, don’t be afraid to explore this earth beauty. Take the time to appreciate a rainbow. Look, when you see one, take notice of its endless beauty and its colors. There’s a reason, it is not there for long. Don’t miss out. With this in mind, is where poetry comes and I like to bring you all in, into my world of Microbiology, where microbes are discussed and poetry expressed. In support of everyone trying to see a better world, join a cooperative effort for love and peace. Join this club! I like to bring to you this poem, which is also the title of book, The Journey of a Rainbow: My Poetic journal Mind Views”. With this in mind, I like to read you my poem titled: The Journey of a Rainbow.
The Journey of a Rainbow
There rainbows all our lives
They appear in different colors
We may not see them with our naked eyes
We may not know it exists
My name is Minerva A. Garcia
I am currently the Associate Director Microbiology at Jacobi Med. Center, NYC Health & Hospitals Corp.
I am your Microbiologist now again, Microbiology with the microbes welcomes you in and so does poetry, with creative lines.
In today’s show, I’ll be talking aboutthe following topics
How to reach Unvaccinated PeopleMy Personal Experience with Covid-19Difference between Rapid testing, PCR and antibody test…and other termsCoVid-19/Variant Strains Update: National & International News
So…. There it…. Goes an Analogy of a poem discussion:
What are our goals as human beings to sustain our ecosystems, our planet and most of all, continue to strive living independently as best as we can enjoying our lives… We know, summer is on its way. We are leaving the Winter behind and for those lucky of us whom been COVID19 vaccinated, restrictions are being lifted. We can breathe a little free as CDC guidelines, for vaccinated individuals seems uplifting. Therefore, we all got to take on responsibility and get vaccinated if are to control this COVID19 pandemic heads on.
We got to get vaccinated of all of us…its crucial part of the U.S. strategy to curb the pandemic.
Since COVID-19 vaccine distribution began in the United States on Dec. 14, 2020, 290 million doses have been administered, fully vaccinating over 132 million people or 40% of the total U.S. population. . This great news! This is great success for now, but we need everyone cooperation to reach 100% success rate.
Since we’re all facing the many challenges together, let’s not leave anyone behind. Those who have been vaccinated, get the word out to all your families, friends, co-workers, and all. We know vaccines saves lives. We got to love ourselves and everyone’s as a nation. We got to start again with increase hopes and start dreaming again. This is so important for our mental health well-being.
Let’s hope, as we have faced the many challenges, the time will come to feel relax once again enjoying ourselves with our beautiful sun... and getting out feet wet as we think of the blue waters in the beach. With this in mind, is where poetry comes and I like to bring you all in, into my world of Microbiology, where microbes are discussed and poetry expressed. In support of trying to get everyone vaccinated. I am dedicating this, poem titled: When You Plant A Seed with Love.
When You Plant A Seed with Love.
Plant a seed with love
You’ll see it grow
Plant a seed with love
You’ll see a beautiful garden multiple
Plant a seed with love
You’ll witness food from the above
Plant a seed with love
You’ll witness birds and bees smells God’s treats
Plant a seed with love
You’ll feel your eyes harmonize with picturesque of grace
Plant a seed with love
You’ll not be sad for long for it’s a wishful view in youths
Plant a seed with love
It’s your heart … that it’ll thank you for the feelings of lightness that you’ve a heart
Plant a seed with love
Not yesterday, not tomorrow, but today … for tomorrow you’ll find bountiful fruits
I now can also add, on this May 28, 2021
You got to love yourself, families, friends, your fellowman …and so there can be forth many springs to be witnessed by our future offs...
Women in Science and in the LabWith today’s guest, Eve Quinn, Medical Technologist at Jacobi Medical Center, NYCCoVid-19/Variant Strains Update: National & International
Minerva addresses concerns and celebrates women in science.
Welcomed all, to my radio podcast “Meet Minerva, the Microbiologist”. My name is Minerva A. Garcia, Associate Director Microbiology at Jacobi Medical Center NYC Health & Hospitals Corp. in NYC. In today’s podcast I’ll be talking about
Difficulties in NYS Certification Clinical Laboratory Professionals in LicensureCovid update
As I start an analogy a poem, I experienced hardship, perseverance and lack of support from my co-workers. I believe this poem titled “An American Solider” suited my character well.
I looked back and wondered why I had no role models, and how did I get here today?”
Knowing that, I am not a follower but, a leader, am a striver, which doesn’t like never give up… I am an initiator with a purpose.
With this in mind, I like to share one of my poem titled: An American Soldier Part 1
And it goes like this.
An American Soldier Part 1
The land of freedom we stand
This soldier of an American soil lands
Fighting for peace and for his land
Come free this man from pains
He will always stand tall looking for someone
To aid and alleviate all their pains
Away from home and his patriots too
For wants to live not insane but, free from pains
If ever, question this man, “Why such deeds my friend?’
He will reply, “Man should never live like this!’
Why explain?
I see at times we can be insane, and who are we to blame? “Fathers of the heavens, wherever you may be, listen …
We all want to breathe a little free
Teach us to learn to be like this and be at peace
Moreover, would be no need for soldiers to be
We tried to reach and seek others some freedom
But instead, they slapped me and placed it on their back
For they buried peace on their yard
For they think never existed and cannot be now …
I shall fight until there’ll be peace
Because I believe in me and no one
Can take that away from me
I’ve died for all
I died the day you denied a Vet
I really would die for any US soil man
I die a blank man in blood with my SS ID
Oh’ no not I …
So, let’s get started!
Difficulties in NYS Certification Clinical Laboratory Professionals licensure
I saw the problem facing the lab profession: No licensing!
The lack of improper education by some staff & incoming staff. The need for administration, health agencies and union to work with me in a collaborated effort to improve this profession. There was no monitoring nor incentive to stay in the field. Staff with College degree were leaving the field for higher paying health professions opportunities. I had to face confrontations heads on without support. It was a struggle to get this profession licensed, the oppositions faced were cruel and unjustifiable, no matter, I continued and triumphed. I had to gathered petitions from colleagues, and other department in support and presented to our hospital’s CEO, which he disregarded in its importance was not recognized.
Welcome to my show, “Meet Minerva, The Microbiologist”. My name is Minerva A. Garcia. I am the Associate Direct of Microbiology at Jacobi Medical Center for NYC Health and Hospitals.
I am your microbiologist…
Microbiology and all of its microbes welcome you along with my creative poetry.
So, here it goes. The analogy of a poem.
Since the covid pandemic, we have been re-arranging our lives. We have also faced many challenges. This is where poetry comes in. I would like to bring you all into my world of microbiology, where microbes are discussed and poetic lines are expressed in a way that is easy to understand. The creative mind is lost without poetry.
In microbiology we can get lost in the terminology and amount of information regarding each microbe. But, if we have a microbiologist looking after us we can be found and cured.
So, come into my world of microbiology and poetry.
So, there it goes. The analogy of a poem titled Challenge.
It goes like this…
Challenge is facing obstacles and never giving
Up-
Is combating a disease and rising each morning with the sun
With a smile
Is comforting those in distress even if you’re there
And are realizing you’re human but, that you can give a loving hand
Is loving your fellow man, even though there is none for you
Is getting wet, for no umbrella are in your hands
And is opening your heart and filling your soul with love
Is giving hope and strength to those who lack
Challenge is facing obstacles and never giving
Up-
Is combating a disease and rising each morning with the sun
With a smile
Is comforting those in distress even if you’re there
And are realizing you’re human but, that you can give a loving hand
Is loving your fellow man, even though there is none for you
Is getting wet, for no umbrella are in your hands
And is opening your heart and filling your soul with love
Is giving hope and strength to those who lack
Is being kind and sharing yourself with those
In need-
Is searching for peace, where there is none and is to seek
Liberty and live harmoniously despite what you may see
But, to stand by your beliefs-
To challenge the court for the truth is a view, for God
The innocence “Why there is crime?”-
To question the Unbelievers, evil doers, the pessimists and/or not could
Be the key-
The beauty exists, when you believe, keep it like this,
Breath free and rest in peace
So, lets get started!
In todays show I will be talking about:
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Why is the month of April so important to our profession?
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Challenges minorities face in healthcare
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Whats new with COVID-19
Lets get this show started.
Lab Week
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Welcome to all, to my show “Meet Minerva, the Microbiologist”.
My name is Minerva A. Garcia also known as “Minerva A. Frias- Garcia”
I am currently the Associate Director Microbiology at Jacobi Med. CTR @ NYC Health & Hospitals Corp. and I am your Microbiologist!
Now again, Microbiology with the microbes welcomes you in and so does poetry, with creative lines.
Analogy of a poem:
Since Covid pandemic we all been to some level depress, but there’s always a light to reach at the end of the tunnel… from a hidden cloud, there comes a rainbow to be seen, appreciated and color our world. Its important to try to move on, despite the many difficulties and challenges we faced.
It important these challenges don’t drown us. We must all face it, and meet it, head on!
This poem was written during a crisis. I do hope, it can reach you as it has reached me…
This poem, I would like to share with you all.
We all know that poetry, drives and stares at the human eyes with intense feelings, because
is the love from the hearts that speaks the truth, as music being universal to all homo sapiens…
so is poetry. A poem can speak to you from one’s heart and experiences… It can touch to all
levels as is presented to be heard… everyone will have a different prospective of its interpretation.
With poetry, I like to color your world. With this in mind, I want to bring to you this
POEM- DEPRESSION, written many years ago and reads like this …that could be current today
DEPRESSION
Is Not madness
An episode of a conflict?
It is, just an earthly desire?
To let all else go
Trying to reach a perfect state of the soul
Feelings, of no returneth
With your mind entering a state of total darkness…
What can one do to escape?
Should you search for a light?
Reach for a hand
Find comfort under some arms?
Commune with your soul! If you search for it… It’s worth more than gold
Keep digging you’ll strike not silver
I guarantee-You’ll find your lost gold
Your mind may seem heaven
But, know it’s the oceans that are heavier
Enlighten your mind (s), Do you mind?
Enter onto the bluest of skies and take a ride…
Discover to like it … You can exit at fresh
You just learned to take a deep breath… and breathes
So ….soooo Lets get started!
In today’s show, I’ll be talking about
LAB WEEK and Laboratory SectionsCoVid-19/Variant Strains
LAB WEEK➔
Medical Laboratory Professionals Week is held annually during the last week of April, this was Apr 18-24, 2021
Is an annual celebration of the medical laboratory professionals and Pathologists who play a vital role in every aspect of health care. We should show our support and gratitude for the hard work laboratory professionals t/o the year.
The inaugural broadcast of Meet Minerva, The Microbiologist.
What is Microbiology? How does it relate to current events?
What is infectious disease? What is nosocomial disease?
Endemic vs. Epidemic
The Worst Pandemics 1918 H1N1, 2009 Swine Due and 2019 CoVid-19
Hear some of our lab experiences during the CoVid crisisHow do I stay informed and focused?
Testing - Rapid vs PC- What does this mean?Why the Lab is an epic-center for the hospital.
Variant Strains - What does this mean?How virus' mututate
Vaccines - are they safe?