Long Unrealized Poems

My Daughter

My beautiful Daughter, walks life’s paths alone,
She does so, by design – not of hers – on her own.
She travels heavily !, from place to empty space,
from space to vacant place – in what...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless...

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Norwegian bachelor farmer days I never lived

Woebegone and egg foo young on you
meaning me of course
sidestepping a crucial positive
electric kool aid battery acid test
prior to pledging troth,
and tying Gordian knot
to strangulation point,
never fending for myself,
nor...

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He/I/they/all/we/none knowing sit/sats he/she thoughts he/she witnessed he/she held a behold as to what the hell a corporeal ring of things once unbeknowinest to him/her was about,: thought provoking, yet undeterminate in any reason with...

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I have a story that needs be told
A story I never knew if words can transcript
For it belongs when in dreams I enroll
Visions before or an afterlife if I shall seek

If it all shall begin…...

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See as a child having a child he was my saving grace, allowing me to refocus my path to a better place, Where he could grow and flourish, So I developed him to nourish, Through...

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To awaken means to realize one’s own nothingness, that is, to realize one’s complete and absolute helplessness. As long as a man is not horrified at himself, he knows nothing about himself.
Through the labyrinth of...

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Lost in history’s places

That was then, when, and now is now.
The point now, need not – somehow –
come from way back when, for then,
for if it does ?, there is no point, the point
becomes lost...

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I had for long been impoverished, as is often the case with writers,
Though I worked most diligently, at times even pulling all-nighters.

Rosy dreams kept me going, although times were frequently rough,
As black night fuels its...

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All mirrors will reflect what is put before them.
So, go on and say it loud and clear without fear.
"Mirror mirror on the wall. Who's the greatest of them all?"
The mirror of life has neither judgments...

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Echoes Beyond Darkness

The visions swept my mind ever so constantly
Promising a new dawn upon every now and every then
Time seem lengthen amid the path of ancient mystery
And I was nevermore the poetic soul of a...

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You are an organic system,
or you would not be capable of reading this,
much less reflecting upon its possible merit
for integrity with your own organic
systemic
networking experience,
memories,
imagination,
consciousness,
realizations,
real and as yet unrealized.

Families are systems,
functional and
dysfunctional.
Which may feel chaotic...

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America's had lots of heroes through the years
Helping the world overcome many fears
Humankind hasn't always been kind
Look closely at history, see what you find

Our founders succeeded and failed many ways
People of color not treated fairly...

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A day like any other
          Brighter than the norm, if anything
               Enjoying...

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Most people notice my sunny disposition,
 one that can cause blindness & irreparable skin damage.
They remark on the fact that all of my poetry
 is so cheerful and positive,
 wonder how a person who finds...

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I’ve been on death row for 29 years now. 29 years of appeals and waiting.
And you say to me, “it all must be a bucket of suffering,”  like you understand.
You don’t and you should...

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Thank you, dear God, for this good life,
for the most amazing day, guide our hearts, minds and souls, 
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of the sky, 
for always...

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There are men (fair knights) who always get what they want.
If suddenly, Mr. Knight doesn’t get - say, a girl (the fair maiden) - he’s confused - what IS this, he wonders but he doesn’t...

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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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In the garden of my soul
there fell a seed
wondrous smooth
and dark as evening’s shadow
from which emerged a tree
tentative
its stem twisting uncertain from the soil
as a lover estranged
contriving an oblique path to bliss
unassuming seeming
yet in every...

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The Occupation

Before all of this
before all of the universe
even before the super speck singularity
there existed Alpha and Omega
that is to say that,
there was only the very quiet and very still
infinite future of endless possibilities
existing everywhere...

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Whispers...

Don't wake her,

Let her rest.


Whispers....

Don't tell her,

She's not ready.


Whispers awakened her

From a drug induced 

Slumber.


She listens 

For a voice

So familiar

It could have been her own.


A voice 

Cooing at a child,

Smiling in it's vibrations

Making promises

It will...

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THE POEM IN MY MIND

It is all in my mind
you might say; Yes ...
everything I know and
I know everything.

It's those poems in my head
that can never be expressed
in words music or in deeds
The poem in...

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Imagine winter never ends
                       Pristine landfills, gleaning giant mountains
    ...

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To anyone who has lost a loved one to drug addiction.

Have you ever experienced a lovers electric caress,
freely given from the heart, no semblance of duress.
Gaze briefly into the cracked mirrors, of my now tortured...

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