Garcia Poems - Poems about Garcia

Doris's cause of death will probably be: Dementia, at age 100 ~ Character Cause of Death Profile ~ Death Probable age of death 100 Probably cause of death Dementia Other likely causes Cerebrovascular Disease Chronic Lower Respiratory Disease Lung Cancer Noteworthy funeral attendees Anthony Maya Garcia, aged 101...Read the rest...

Gay Blade Garcia was a very angry non-accomplished cat. He lived a lie for a life, and it kept him mad and fat. His mother kept telling him she loved him and his preferences did not matter. He...Read the rest...

Breast with me, beating like a bird. In our moment all hope soared with a fragrant moon and kissing was the mixing of culture. At these depths I felt what tore at the threads of your music. I met the guns of El Salvador. I touched the pallid flesh...Read the rest...

Today I heard you pass Those words RIP Broke my heart There was nothing much I could have said, Except rest in peace my dear friend. I wish, I could have held your hand I would have liked to say...Read the rest...

Phil’s caveman look is very weird He really should shave off his beard His mother is right He looks a strange sight The Neanderthal look’s to be feared! Since December Phil’s been hirsute He needs to give his beard a boot He’ll...Read the rest...

A Love Poem for Federico Garcia Lorca Last night, I dreamed of you, my raven-haired gitano. Dreamt of your succulent mouth, Rich and full, like the black grapes from the vineyards, near the unmarked place where you lie. “Te amo mi amor”...Read the rest...

Her poetry was conceived 'round fancy pants scraps, inclined to reverberate wrangles 'tween an I reckon ma'am and well versed jazzy visuals, paid no mind to cowboy's bumbling foolishness & lumbered foreign gibberish knowing full well it was a lone star disposition, merely a...Read the rest...

I’m guaranteed to get an N/A If I write a poem on Coldplay So I’ll pen the odd line On a band so divine… Then I’ll make Phillip Garcia’s day Posted with kind permission from Phillip Garcia (who didn't want...Read the rest...

God must have spilled stars liquid on His brooding Gabriel Marquez Garcia… weaving, crushing and shaping words lacquered with magical realism. But this is not his only primal appeal; his Latin veins spread a scenic collage of life pierced by...Read the rest...

When they murdered him,they went everywhere To cemeteries,to caffees, to churches But they didn`t find him! No! He wasn`t there! They never found him! The trees cried when he died The trees from the garden of forbidden desires The roses cried...Read the rest...