Stanzaic Stylings

Come sit with me beneath  the sycamore tree We'll share our stories and whisper our dreams You'll tell me yours I'll tell you mine And together, we'll stay lost in time

My Beloved Poet I wasn't looking  when I found you,  I've been expecting  your arrival forever.  You've turned into  everything I wished  and wanted, always bringing peace to my  hurt and tormented soul.  You turned my gray days  into colorful rainbows,  while each of your tender  words were tattooed deep  inside my impassioned heart.  You've caressed me without  touching me and your kisses have returned my bright smile  and restored my faith in love. (Initially published on Whispers) Blanca Alicia Garza is a Poet from Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a nature and animal lover, and enjoys spending time writing. Her poems are published in the Poetry Anthologies, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze", and "Dandelions in a Vase of Roses" now available at Amazon.com. Blanca's work can be found in The Poet Community, Whispers, The Winamop Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Tuck Magazine, Raven's Cage Ezine, S...

like a mad moment like a stone spirit locked in a quartz crystal   Where is the god of the dead, the wide mouthed turtle that shivers and stabs?   I lost a brother never birthed, small as a piece of exploding balloon.   Nearby, a science class of liver eaters, white water bouncing from rock to rock,   and I who resist sleep as I resist sex, never dream, yet I am the one who discovered the Continent of Columbus,   the mad cities of Amerigo Vespucci, the bone fragmented totems of Magellan,   but not the syphilis of Captain Cook and his tribe of salt eaters, their great sails gods with wings.   The women of the island swan out to them laughing, their lack of inhibition a perfume.   Nor did I discover the golden esophagus’s of the Conquistadors so thirsty for gold, once when they were captured,   they were forced to drink it. Who among us searches for the Monograph of Truth in the jungle,   in the night? ...