Minerva A. Garcia

Staten Island, NY USA

Minerva has been writing poetry since she was nine years old, but she feels she developed poetic skills by age twelve. She's a laboratory technologist, CLS (NCA) at Continuum Health Care, Inc. Beth Israel partners in New York City. She is active in various societies and in her community. She's planning to have a collection of her poems published. Her poems have appeared in various anthologies and newspapers. She's married and has one son. Her subjects include: God, nature, life, death and freedom. Minerva states, "Through writing poetry, I feel blessed because It is where I can be best at ease and in contact wih the marvelous and sensitive aspects of life forms."

In The Microbiology Lab

I am standing very still
No noise here
But I began to cry
At the sounds of the microbes
That I thought I heard.

Melting fast-
Not wanting to die.
I experienced the death of an E.coli.
Shrinking, unpigmented and so,
Its colors just went by.

Awake from your silly
Sleep E.coli-
Today is not your day
Too much pain you caused,
But today I'll bring you to life.

Come from the dead
Old E.coli-
This is an old experiment
Today once again I'll bring you to life.

Paper Frog

As we age,
We look into the mirror and agree upon
"We are lovable creatures in the nudes."

Golden and silverfish too 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 to an end,
Except for my Paper Frog
For has no heart.

He knows no deense,
He is never offended,
For he never knew a friend.

The Love Of A Flower

Love is peace without thoughts
Is a colorful flower
Is a blue light
Is a view all in youth.....

Love is a hidden star
Is a moon yet to be discovered
Is a honeymoon onto his deep skin
Is the hunger of man to loved 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 your love and state "indeed you're all my youth"

The Role of Poet

By no means
Am I a genius of words,
But I do attempt to write my pen with multitudes
Of love to defend this love found in my deep heart.

Poems I stately write
For the purpose to reach the human soul.
I may not be right at times
But I am satisfy

To release the contents-
May the subject that are in my minds
Possibly antonyms and synonyms to my beliefs
As is all silence.

The truth exist
To convince this mind,
That the lines to these prints
Are well defined as other question.

To reach a goal that is,
To speak softly and silently.
Just let the pen, my mind and my paper
Work with me as God gently listens and caresses me.