Best Vickie Poems
Beneath the darkness of heavy hearts,
Tears from nowhere weigh me down,
But I hear a sound,
A mighty sound,
Merry men,
Laughing tongues wagging,
And I hear a sound,
A mighty sound,
Lost memories rush in like tides,
Hands throw roses,
Landing like stones above the ground,
What a mighty sound,
Beyond the dark into the light,
I hear a mighty sound,
Scaring the moon, stars turn off their lights,
And I hear a sound,
Tomorrow appears with a glorious sun,
Mourning is over,
Night has fallen behind my shoulders,
And I hear a sound,
Children are born and some will marry,
I hear a mighty sound,
Clouds carry my burdens while songs fill the air,
Rains quench my thirst with every captured tear,
And I hear a sound,
A mighty sound,
I can't see you from here,
In the morning's light I have slipped away,
But I hear a sound,
A mighty sound,
Inside your pain something remains,
A mighty sound, A mighty sound,
I hear shadows fall,
The sea turning black and days turning pale,
And I hear a sound,
A mighty sound,
Blood on my tongue as I kiss death,
I hear everything you say,
I feel your pain,
Your tears heavy and wet,
I can't see,
But I hear a sound,
Inside my heart,
There,
With my last breath,
You'll hear a sound,
It's God's Almighty Sound.
~Vickie Thayer~
she tricked him,
she baited her,
her soft steps,
leaving no trail,
when she ran off,
the only thing they saw,
was her,
fuzzy bunny tail,
her intentions were hidden,
a clever disguise,
masked beneath,
her evil human eyes,
she was determined,
to take them all,
the big ones,
but especially the small,
after all, who could argue,
when the bunny wiggled her nose,
a carrot for them,
hidden beneath her clothes,
mesmerized and unaware,
sisters and brothers,
she didn't care,
all caught in her bunny lair,
her cute disguise,
surrounded her designs,
spoiling them,
she hid maggots and flies,
hopping away,
claiming no such tale,
the bunny thinks,
she covered her trail,
but children grow up,
no longer believing,
in fairy tales so ugly,
or a sister so deceiving.
(Vickie Thayer Poetess 2018)
He Sat On His Favorite Bench,
In Their Favorite Park,
Cracked And Crumbled,
His Eyebrows Knitted Together,
He Leered,
Sadness Clouded His Features,
He Drew His Lower Lip Between His Teeth,
From Memories,
His Thoughts Clouded,
Fighting Back Broken Tears,
An Old Woman Appeared,
She Gave Him A Dirty Look,
Her Nose Stuck In The Air,
She Sat Down On His Claimed Bench,
He Scrutinized As She Peered.
Suddenly,
Recognition Dawned On Their Faces,
Her Mouth Curved Into A Smile,
His Eyes Glistened,
Beneath His Almost Tears,
They Were So Much Older Now,
Unrecognizable At First,
But A Love Lost,
Had Prevailed,
And Was Found,
After So Many Years.
~Vickie Thayer~
I love books that have no end,
truth that is hard to bend,
letters I forgot to send,
and reading them again,
unmade beds that invite,
stories I need to write,
eating ice cream with contrite,
knowing wrong is sometimes right,
I love grass that needs mowed,
a garden that feeds my soul,
boots that kick my toes,
boats I never row,
bridges that go nowhere,
the triple dog I dared,
knowing my love was fair,
falling up the stairs,
I love price that's worth the cost,
my mind that I found lost,
tomatoes that never rot,
the demons that I fought,
never having enough on my plate,
hearing words you can't say,
leaving when I was told to stay,
being the keeper of my own fate.
~Vickie Thayer~
Life has a funny way of smacking you,
not that I'm laughing,
at the sting of redness,
left on my other cheek.
It is said that karma is,
a word they call a sarcastic woman,
the word that rhymes with,
and almost has the same meaning as witch.
I have waited for karma,
and all her craftiness,
she seems to be taking her good old time,
she is after all,
always threatening to come around.
Maybe it would be better,
if I stopped wishing,
and just realized,
it's not beyond the realms of possibilities,
That karma has already done her job,
been paid,
and is now on a sabbatical,
I think my red cheek has healed.
~Vickie Thayer~Poetry To Ponder~
2017
Below deep snow snug and cozy,
Waiting for winters final bow,
Miss black eyed susan,
Pokes thru nosey,
Her face to love kowtows,
I Rescue her from the nights chill,
Her beauty will not be still,
In my vase,
On display,
She sheds a single tear,
A cry of thanks and not of fear,
"I love you Susan",
She knows this girl is sincere.
~Vickie Thayer~
Denied, 2010
Vickie M. Ortiz Vázquez
Human
Human am I
So, I hear I am human
Therefore, human rights by nature are mine
Who have spoken of these?
Martin Luther King, Jr
Cesar Chavez
The Black Panther Party and the F.L.A.N
Human am I
Born female with a path
Grown to a woman with a guilty mark
So, I hear I am human
Therefore, human rights by nature are mine
Grown to a woman
Human still am I
Yet, simple human rights have been denied
To brothers and sisters of mine
Still human am I
Therefore, human rights are being denied
By those who can’t understand
What nature can’t denied
Human
Human am I
So, I hear I am human
Still a human am I
A woman with human rights…
DENIED
There once was a lady named Vickie,
Whose eating habits were quite picky.
She preferred her sweet treats,
To vegetables and meats,
Saying, "Healthy foods are just too icky!"
11/4/13
(based on a true story)
If I Tell You, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez
If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
What comes to mind?
Morena of “el barrio” or Blonde woman of “el barrio”
Better yet, pale skin-blonde from up north
That one, the straight English-speaking wanna-be
“Con su pelo lacio”
If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
Could you describe who I am?
Woman controlled, subjected by Welfare
Carrying on the poor women cycle
You know, the one imposed by the few rich white men
Shackled
Would you think of me in a bright light; dim light?
If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
Do you envision an immigrant, alien?
A woman once taken and brought at age 15
Beginning of her womanhood
Tormented by loneliness, isolation, ignorance
Frustrated by the never ending question, “Are you mixed?”
Misunderstood by her citizenship
Seen as unfair by many
Slaved island, unrealized
Are you able to narrate which Puerto Rican woman am I?
If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
Puerto Rican I am
“Café con leche,” Afro-hair, big lips, small nose
Distance between what I was and inspire to be
Clinching to her African heritage
Searching
If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
Can you explain the injustice my hair endured?
Constant search for assimilation
Assimilation
To break free
Impacted by those with similar skin color, Afro hair, big lips
Different
If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
Do you paint two contrasting siblings?
Light, dark complexions
Tall dark father with short light mother by his side
If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
Do your pages bleed from inspiration?
Disgust?
Stereotypes?
Would I read between the lines, a woman becoming her own?
Struggling between many worlds
Or, do you spell the notion of loud, submissive, sex symbol
You know, the one portrayed in the media
If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
Can you decipher, WEEEEPA
The Things I Felt As A Child,
Should Have Never Been Captured,
They Now Hide,
In-Between Wrinkled Pages Of Poetry,
For Me To Write,
With Years Of Pondering,
A Snapshot In Time,
My Minds Eye,
The Reasons Behind,
I Wanted To Die,
But Lived To Tell,
Me Too.
~Vickie Thayer~
She Had More Shame In Her Heart Than Sympathy,
Every Time She Heard A New Born Baby Cry,
Her Tears Were Not Of Joy,
Nor Of Empathy,
Tears Of Shame Flooded From Her Eyes,
Waves Swelling,
For The Child She Chose To Die,
His Mother Of The Sea,
Lies Barren And Empty,
Her Bites Of Regret,
Feeding Her Throughout Life,
God Does Not Forget,
The Unborn Child,
Who Forever Cries,
Whilst Thirsting For His Mother's Breast,
He Wipes Away Their Tiny Tears,
With His Angels,
Beautiful Lullabies.
~Vickie Thayer~
*Ethan T. Frye
*Died at age 15.
*Place of death Grand junction,IA.
*Thurs. 3/19/2015.
*Place when died at NBA's Final.
*Cause of death when leaving got in car wreck from txting.
Born- Feb 11, 1999
in Jefferson, IA.
Parents- Nikki, Jaz, stepdad, brother, sis.
childhood- greene-county HS, best friend Drake.
Hobbies- Football, Basketball, Rap music, AutoCAD, drawing, and photography.
Ethan is survived by: Grandma Vickie, Grandpa Tom. Parents: Nikki mom. Siblings: Lyndsay, Briahnna, Garrett, Emily wilder Real sis. Niece:Brooklyn wilder. Best friend: Drake.
Tomorrow is coming, it always does,
yesterdays gone left in the dust.
A hungry child dies everyday,
someones mother has cried today.
Children growing up in poverty,
the tears have washed away his dreams.
Her belly hurts the food is gone,
Its been many days since she had some.
The rats they gnaw at her mother's pain,
they've eaten up every grain.
Food is the sustenance of life,
his hunger cuts the bread like a knife.
Vickie Hurtt-Thayer
When I Was A Small Fry,
My Father Would Often Try,
To Tell Us Stories All About Life,
One In Particular,
Sticks Out In My Mind,
The Story Of Watermelons And Their Rind,
We Were Told To Never Swallow The Seeds,
That The Watermelons Sweetness,
Is All We Should Eat,
He Informed Us,
That Eating Watermelon Seeds,
Grew Babies,
Well Now,
My Child Mind,
Being The Wondering Kind,
Wondered If A Seed My Stomach Should Find,
Instead Of Watermelon,
The Orange Pumpkin Kind,
Would I Have A Jack-O-Lantern Baby?,
Just In Time For Halloween?,
This Certainly Seemed Logical To Me,
Now All Of This Rhetoric Sure Did Stink,
Our Watermelon And Pumpkin Days,
We Had To Rethink,
To Avoid Conception We Never Swallowed Their Seeds,
Instead We Planted Them And Let Them Be,
In Rich Soil Beneath Sweet Apple Trees,
Our Garden Grew With Plenty To Eat,
Prompted By Stories Of Deceit,
My Father Was Held Accountable,
For Telling Stories That Tasted So Sweet.
~Vickie Thayer~
I Swallowed,
My Bitterness,
Down With Pride,
If I Said,
"It Tasted Great,"
I Would Have Lied,
Hate Got Stuck,
In My Throat,
Next,
To Regrets,
I Drank Last Night,
None Of These Pills,
Were Good For Me,
I Had To Play,
Referee,
"Foul Play,"
Was My Call,
As My Tongue,
Began To Loll,
With Much Distaste,
I Swallowed,
It All.
(Vickie Thayer) 2018