JUANITA
GARCIA VERA
AMAZON, ENCHANTED
FOREST
The soft warm
breeze
Quietly rippled a
wave
While we moved
On the Amazon
Full of life
Swollen banks
Thick with growth
As far as the eye
could see
And beyond
The river swiftly
Moved us along
A beautiful Toucan
Stood stoically
Above its
Tree perch
Calling loudly
Warning others
That we were near
Green, green ever
flowed
Tall trees, shrubs
And grasses swayed
Dead wood
Drifted slow
The sun rays
Filtered through
The thick marshy
brush
Bungalows on
stilts hung low
In the water
Children played on
the bank
While women washed
clothes
On stone riverbeds
Laundry dried in
Sunshine
Numerous small
boats
Came and went
Up and down the
river
It was
An enchanted
forest
Images of plants,
trees
And grasses I’d
never seen
Reflected on
The water’s
Luminous surface
Like a mirror
Exposing its
beauty
The hands
Of time stood
still
In ghostly images
That peered
At rivers edge
Inviting all to
enter
Its domain
The sky of blue
Above us colored
The mood softly
White puffy clouds
Like dreams
Of Heaven
Silenced our
voices
To listen to the
Sound of birds
Flapping their
wings
In flight
And Water fowl
Splashed
Diving for fish
Their chirps
And songs
Followed
While we delved
Deep into
The womb
Of Mother Earth
I was without
words
At its magnificent
presence
And it’s
significance
The Amazon
Our planetary
lungs
Providing Oxygen
To every living
thing
On God’s green
Earth
God’s hand, I felt
so close
I feel HIM each
time
I breathe
Praying that we
never
Forget that the
Amazon
Is our life blood
Should it cease to
exist
So will we,
Cease to be
© Juanita Garcia Vera
May 25, 2015
MASTER POET
Poetry is
everything
That sways with
thought,
Emotions or actions
Inanimate things
That lie by the
road
The sand, the
rocks
The mountains and
trees
The birds and the
bees
The river ever
flowing
The ocean vast and
Blue
The gray Wintry
hues
The Spring evergreen
Laughing blooms
Dancing at noon
The smell of
Jasmin
Scent my dreams
All these things
are verses
Like clay
On the Potter’s
Wheel
It turns and turns
In the mind and
hand
A constant melody
In the hands of a
poet
HE is the Master
Poet
Everything exists
Through HIM,
Sunbeams dancing
In the light of
Hope
Yesterday’s
yearning clouds
Flying high in the
wind
The light of
dreams
Love won and lost
The ebb and flow
Of the endless Sea
The embrace of
shore
All these are
Written just for
you
To savor at each
turn
Somnolent shadows
Follow, haunting,
urging,
Calling me
To bleed
On innocence of
The White dotted
sky
The Red rage
erupts
Like a volatile
stream
Blue sadness
flowing
To the dead spaces
Choking yet, not
filling
The emptiness
That lies within
Salty tears
filling seas
Yellow hope
Blooming
boundlessly
In endless
Sunshine
Mourning Doves
Scratching the
wounds
Opening bleeders
For Vultures to
feed
The mind an ever
flow
Of emotions and
thoughts
Inspired am I
At sunrise
Waking
To the pulsing Red
hue
Of dawn
To the song of
birds
Serenading me
Am moved
By the flutter
Of the wings of
Butterflies
Making slight
breeze
Verses of joy
Or lamenting wail
The patter of
little feet
Imprinted in sand
That
disappear in spiraling breeze
To leave no traces
But in my Soul
My heart is
The tick tock of
the clock
Until the time is
done
I am
rejoicing
In HIM
Knowing
The best is yet to
come
© Juanita Garcia Vera
All Rights Reserved JGV 2016
A SPECIAL OCCASION
I’ve pulled from
the closet
Most beautiful
linens
Have taken from
cupboard
The porcelain and
crystal
Got out from the
dresser
The finest perfume
The laciest
dresses
That hang from the
loom
I’ve uncovered my tables
And opened all
windows
Airing my rooms
Am cleaning my
windows
So the light
shines so bright
Removing all doubt
From the corners
of life
A web I had spun
To hide and keep
covered
All the nice
things I own
Today, I am
sharing
All the things
I’ve kept hidden
For that special
occasion
That looms in the
yarn
I’m dotting
And
Spraying fragrant
perfume
To remind me of
visions
Of the springtime
in bloom
When we ran in the
meadows
And we danced with
the Moon
When we ran on the
beaches
Playing tag with
the fishes
And the days
They just drifted
Like a boat
without oars
We made all our
wishes
By light of bright
stardust
And we lived ever
shinning
Like the Sunrays
at dawn
Today, I am
sharing
All the beautiful
things
With the most
precious people
That make my life Heaven
They are the stars
in the sky
That make my heartbeat
The most beautiful
stardust
That makes my soul
sing
The most beautiful
people
I have never
possessed
They are, but on loan
From the LORD
I have vested my
Life
My Heart and my
Soul
On the daily
occasion
Giving thanks to
my LORD
©
All Rights Reserved …JGV 2016
JUANITA GARCIA VERA
JUANITA
GARCIA VERA was born in Driscol, Texas a small farming community in South Texas.
In 1960 her mother died leaving an eleven year old Juanita to help raise five
siblings. It was during those formative years that ignited a need to care for
the sick. One summer proved pivotal
when She had to care for all her
siblings who came down with Chicken Pox and Measles. Her younger brother also contracted the Mumps
and Meningitis. He was gravely ill and
was hospitalized for three months and almost lost his life. It was during this difficult time that she
decided to become a nurse. After graduating from high school, she went to
nursing school where she received a License for Vocational Nursing. While
working full time, she raised four children and earned a Registered Nursing
Degree. She Was a nurse for over forty years and has worked in several
hospitals in Houston, Texas.She is now retired. Nursing is a calling she holds
dear to her heart, her passion is writing Poetry. She began writing as a child
but, after the murder of her son Abel, her writing style became grounded on
spiritual awareness and Faith. She
credits her husband and children for saving her sanity and life. Thanks God for the opportunity of Being. Life
Philosophy: Each moment is like a
beautiful lightning Firefly, gone in a whisper into the dark night emitting
life's light... J.G.V.
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