Meet Minerva, The POET and Microbiologist

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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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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