Jorge Garcia

Jorge Garcia Poems

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I'm sure you've seen him
with a great robe
flailing wildly
with no wind apparent
...

To wax poetic, for me
would be so much as
to commit a grand crime
in front of a jury of
...

I wonder now and again
whether or not
my poems should rhyme
if they should have a rhythmic
...

I traveled to the city
just the other day
looking for the library
...

Jorge Garcia Biography

Jorge Garcia was born and raised in Miami, Florida by a Cuban family. Though many of his cultural habits do not show in his writing, his music and personality is a more appropriate portrait of the ethnicity he so proudly proclaims. Jorge now lives in Orlando and is working for a Doctorate in English in hopes of becoming a professor.)

The Best Poem Of Jorge Garcia

Death

I'm sure you've seen him
with a great robe
flailing wildly
with no wind apparent
and his mouth
with sharp teeth bared
impatiently waiting for you to run

One way or another you've seen him
standing by your grandfather's bed
making faces at you in the dark
as he gibbers nonsense
and mocks you
as your only link to the last generation
wastes away at his hand

and I'm sure you've ran
for you fear what is unknown
yet now know this
he is not to be feared

his teeth are nothing more than wax
and his power nothing more
than gaudy tricks
played through the veil
of your mortality

do not run children
stay steadfast
he is terrified of you
more so than you of him
your life
a light in the darkness
and your smile
a knife to a bare-fisted fight

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