Long Ortiz Poems

Self -Censorship, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez


Shut up
Stop, just shut up
I am asking you to shut up
SHUT THE HECK UP
Not again, how many time before you stop
Don’t give that look; as if you don’t understand
Left, right,...

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Please don't
They are angry
At us for deceiving
Wounded
We're left in this cold alley
Thrown like dog's
Im waiting for the right time
But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here
Because of a religion im...

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Fairytales, 2012
V. Ortiz Vazquez


A vast void
Nothing like the Alice in Wonderland hole
Where a fall reveals mystical creatures
An adventurous journey to find one’s self
Whishes bounce between hollow walls
Descending into nothingness
Nothing like Aladdin’s life
Where his every whim...

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Mi Padre, 2012
V. Ortiz Vazquez ©

Bears the mark since child birth
Incognito until childhood
Development blocks transformed part of his destiny
Twin brother carries the severe load
Not only does he stumble when speaking but also when walking
Both deteriorating...

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La Historia-101, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

Imagine, I cannot
To feel their lost
Longing for the return home
Rejoicing behind closed doors
Criminal act
Propagate servitude with miserable pay
Runaway between breaths
Hunted 
Capture, captive
Criminal act
Rape once again, over again
White women turned the...

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no Artist, no Poet
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

I am not an artist
So, I doodle
Play with shapes, colors
Juxtapose
Yet, I am no artist

Inscriptive, descriptive visual symbols come about
Recognizable shapes, not what it seems
Misunderstood at first glace
Driven by a...

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I have attempted to capture my favorite major league baseball players in this little shape poem of home plate. Included are (in no particular order):

Say Hey Willie Mays       ...

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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...

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the Contemporary Evil, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
Taking away without re-precautions
Lurking, using your authority to get away
Surfing to the light as if nothing has...

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Mi Amiga Querida del Alma, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Do you know? Do you remember the time and place?
I don’t
I don’t remember time nor place
But it is here today—Thursday, September 19, 2010

I search and search with no...

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Not that Type of Lover, 2012
V. Ortiz Vazquez

I am not that type of lover
You know, the one who softly caresses you with her gentle touch
Take you places by whispering sweet words into your earlobe
Out of...

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Fraud, 2012
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Fraudulent the given path
Trail lined with nature’s flowers
Petals mark the areas to be follow
Thorns mitigated
To move forward through the given path
Written by her hands, she continues her journey

Steps by steps, moving forward
No...

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Buried Alive, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez


House play with a neighbor friend
Older than I is he, yet not old enough
Husband and wife, house wife
Bread winner comes home
Home, field between houses
Time for bed, naked from the waist down...

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Self-Portrait, 2011
v. Ortiz Vazquez


4’9” or 5’0”, never quite knowing which
Brown eyes, black Afro hair
She Hercules strength within
34 years old wondering where times has gone
A second, minute, hour; days, weeks, months
Young morena, carded at times
Few gray...

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a Letter from Me to You, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Bendición.  Do you remember the time when you found me? Grounded without a talk. No explanation, just my fault. How can it be? I was so...

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"Bore, Boredom" 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Bore, boredom
How can it be?
Why at age 33?
What does it mean?
Surviving with a few “migajas del dia”
Not really living, just there
There

Bore, boredom
Few situations bring joy
Still secluded
Isolated
Not really living, just there
There

Bore, boredom
Moments...

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Half Empty, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

To describe oneself, what question must be asked?
One driven by reality?
Philosophy?
To speak of the physical beauty that resembles humble being
“Beauty is where you find it” sings Madonna
Should I bomb descriptive...

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Hasta la Próxima Puerta del Sol, 2012
V.Ortiz Vazquez

Lirica profunda acompañada por un ritmo celestial
Liviana como la espuma
Movimiento de diosa
Mágico momento
Elevado
Contenido el tiempo hasta la próxima puerta del sol

Versos profundos
Riachuelos sin fin
Fluyendo como aquel corazón palpitante
Nostalgia...

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No One is Safe, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Four letter word
Endless possibilities
Either way full of weight
Travels around the world

Around the world, no corner untouched
No one is safe
Discriminates no one
At times disguise under a three letter word

Misunderstood by...

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Let Thoughts Roam About: Forgotten, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Can you find what has not bee lost but just forgotten?
Strolling away by the minutes, seconds
Seconds away, yet very far
A distance that cannot be touch, only observed
Felt by...

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Modern Slavery, 2011
V. Ortiz Vazquez


Ivory black covered in crimson blood
Rhythm of fears hides his God like stand
Scared by his image, he castrates the family violating the house jewel
Jewels
Dreams of home a man’s song 
Lyrics of...

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Labels, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Girl, teenager, young adult, woman
Hispanic, Latina, Puerto Rican
Sister, aunt, godmother
Lesbian, woman of color
How important are these labels?
Why use them to define myself?
Better, use to be boxed within brackets
Brackets many times use to...

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Love Unfamiliar 
How do you know when a man really feels love for you?
When you have never experienced love or intimacy.
All that she knows is physical touch and sexual play to relay how she feels...

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Whisper, 2012
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Bright as the day 
His confidence
Walking tall for his batch bears no wrong doing
Predetermined sex
Downloaded expectations
“Boys don’t cry”

Sprung from love
Her sensitivity
Watching those around
Her mark reveals a list of don’t
Whishes of a boy...

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Love Poem, 2011
V. Ortiz Vazquez


I am no slam poetry poet
No love story reside within my pencil
Strawberries, tossed salad has no residency
Smooth skin, deep breath, loud moans
Non existent
Bleeding pen draws away
The thought, idea of love making...

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