Garcia Poems - Poems about Garcia

Jerome John Garcia was into smoking reefer as a guitarist his music was in his head so he formed The Grateful Dead ...

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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 - husband Basic Information Name: Doris Read Well Garcia Nickname: Old Doris Reason for nickname: Descriptive Date of birth: Tuesday, 23rd Jan 1934 (Age 88) Star sign: Aquarius Nationality: American Ethnicity: Caucasian Social class: Middle class Religion: Christian Education: Some college Course: Sports...

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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 was a general in the army, but still mad as a teapot hatter. Just have the life you want, his grandmother...

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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 of your dead riveted friends. I hosted your nightmare of butchers. Your fingers are refined for the making of music. Your thumbs are peasants, ready for revolution. Published Black...

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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 farewell But I could not get to you in time So with these words I write Farewell my loving friend....

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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 cut it off in the sink But his mum won’t cause a stink Cos without it he looks real cute! Poem Posted with...

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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” you tenderly whisper in my ear. Your kisses, sweeter than the wine of the valley, Which I drank ages ago. I could melt...

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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 Texan head trip See y'all next time... Written in response to him calling out my words as 'fancy pants'...all in good fun. "Well...

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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 a poem about Coldplay submitted to his contest) 17th August 2016...

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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 decades profound…meaningless then meaningful like a glue of patience in ‘Love in Time of Cholera’, the alchemy of serendipity flowing oh so slowly along...

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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 when he died The roses of sad poet`s garden Now he stands in Plaza de Santa Ana And a secret voice of hidden...

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