I am not a Poet
I am not a poet; I write poetry I was inspired to write just 2 years ago after a bout of depression and anxiety, believing that I had ulcers, I was to find out later thatI had no ulcers, it was my heart giving out.
Mental breakdown to follow, physical too I was having a heart attack, I didn’t know what to do. I was advised by consul to dictate my every move, I started ... more »
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chas garcia Poems
A Chocolate Valentine
To you this box of Chocolate to you I am sincere, as to one I hold so close to me, as this valentine day appears.
Mariner Comes Home
We reach the bay of Serenity after a long journey, I Captain Wallaby returning from the sea. how I yearned to be home once again. an free. As I stand on a bollard, I plainly see my room, protruding
Mourn For Me
Where Has All The Soldiers Gone
Where has all the soldiers gone, long time remembered, all the graves stone say, the same, the day they surrendered, Why where they all told: to survive; they must kill their
Mariner Comes Home Two
Captain Wallaby Supreme Commander HMS ~Fantasy After a long journey on the HMS Fantasy bringing cotton, tea, breadfruit much more, Her manifest reveals.
The alphabet many words to be found, as all to be said, in 26 syllables no more no less, to be Unscrambled as the thoughts come to rest.
A Day at the Zoo
Sitting here in anticipation of what to write, thoughts seem to be filtering in my mind tonight. Once words are coordinated different meaning to be found, of the words that I am to document tonight.
A New Born Stem
~Haiku From a new born stem The Pedals of a rose unfold
This is what I have to say; Where does all this energy come from? that you process, what keeps you all hyped up, need no rest.
Traveling on a freeway, experiencing the pitfalls of the highway Makes no diffrence whether they be coming or going. The Hi-way Patrol lay lurking, at an exit, somewheres in town. so remember driving in a fast lane, cutting across the line.
My therapist goes on and on says; there are things to be found, things I Have to do. not to look to close at the past, that did not last. but of things in the future I must do.
My Father Cuts a Furrow
My Father cuts a furrow, true lines does he run, My Father cuts a furrow, no horses does he own,
Eye has Spoken
Childhood, teenage, adult, than retire, Prepare for life rapid descent, For then every one to leave something behind as they use up, all allotted space and time.
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A Chocolate Valentine
To you this box of Chocolate
to you I am sincere,
as to one I hold so close to me,
as this valentine day appears.
Please accept this card and box
of chocolate as I call a valentine,
although a metaphor, I am sincere.
for anonymously I have no other
motives other than declare, my love
for you, happy valentine day.