Long Vickie Poems

This is a simple ode,
To a soap opera from some time ago.
It was called Dark Shadows.
And it’s still one of my favorite shows.

It aired from 1966 to 1971.
Watching the show was a lot of fun,
On...

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I Love Cotton Candy,
Flowers Still In The Ground,
A Cricket That Makes No Sound,

I Love Clouds That Draw Pictures For Me,
Winds That Blow My Wishes,
A Hand That Holds Hope,

I Love Music To My Ears,
The Way Salt...

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Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY GERRY JONES (Houston Rockets and Houston Texans),
THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS, VICKIE VILLEGAS, JOHN R. BADHAM (Fordham),
(Assisted by Samuel R. Vargas)

Remembering ALWAYS THE TRUE GENIUS OF APPLE COMPUTER...
THE MEN,
THE WOMEN,
OF...

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twas the morning of Christmas,
when I spied a mouse,
on Christmas Eve,
he had the run,
of our house,
the stockings we'd hung,
by the chimney with care,
suspiciously were, 
no longer there,


the children all jumping, 
on their warm beds,
were screaming...

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P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 18

Thomas Flood                  ...

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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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After laying, 
my mother to rest, 
in her bed of pine, 
how I detest, 
that she sleeps, 
so deep,
so peacefully,  
leaving me behind.

Her abuse stays,
like the sea's sand,
beneath my bare feet,
always irritating me.

I was...

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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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My day had arrived, the hospital was intimidating. He got lost parking our car, I felt the pavement's heat, it pained my feet, as we had walked very far. The doors opened as we walked...

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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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THE  UNFORTUNATE  ARRIVAL
 "Dedicated to VICKIE MACKEY a true warrior on the battlefield for this fight against cancer "    It arrives at your front door,uninvited too rude,too fast,too Detrimental
 ...

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There's a story,
As old as time,

Cute little girl skipping thru the woods,
A big bad wolf who follows behind,

She's Carrying goodies for her Grammy,
She does it with love and because she's kind,

The wolf trots ahead,
He's a...

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There are some who say,
that we were never close.

They are the ones who
made the connections impossible.

When you were born God had smiled,
and I cried.

Because we were told,
you were born without fingers and toes.

Father had lied...

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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...

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The times I will forever remember, are the ones I spent with my Grandmother, 
she was my light in the darkness, creating warmth from the cold night 
emptiness... Her spirit she imprinted upon my soul,...

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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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A Kentucky woman born and raised,
Country through and through.
And though you left your roots behind,
Kentucky never let go of you.

A red-haired spit-fire in your younger days,
Life of the party, you lived for fun.
Country music and...

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Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY GERRY JONES (Houston Rockets and Houston Texans),
THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS,
VICKIE VILLEGAS,
(Assisted by Samuel R. Vargas)



And-In-The...Pale-Blue-Night
A-Northern/Star!
UNIVERSES-AWAY!

AND-NOW...IT'SS...YOUR-HEART/TO-WIN!
Scarred-And/Burnt...BLACKENED-HANDS!
NOW-FLESH-and/FRESHž
It's-My...Sword-To/Bear!
It's-My...MOUNT-'N-STEEL!
To-Dance-A-Cross...Vectored
Time-And/SPACE!
Springing-Forth...From...CONSTELLATION...TO...CONSTELLATION!

YOU-LIVE!
AND-I...LIVE!
A-White-Witch's...CURSE/AND-CRYSTAL/BALL!
A-Mother's/Heart...Is-In-Your/EYES!

GIRL......GIRL?!?!

In-A...Vortex-Of/Time-And/SPACE!
I-LOOKED!
I-STARED!
She-Was...There
BUT...YOU...WERE...AND...ARE-THERE!

AND...YOU-WERE...AND-ARE...BEAUTIFUL!
GIRL...YOU...ARE...BEAUTIFUL!
GIRL...YOU...ARE...BEAUTIFUL!

TO...ME...YOU-ARE/BEAUTIFUL...AND...ALWAYS...WILL-BE!

IF.........I.........AM????


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I Was Born Into Darkness, 
      Swaddled In Shame, 
Nourished On Negativity, 
      With Regrets, 
My Wounded Heart Beats Lame.

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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...

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Please My Love...haunt me down,
                          
Tied Up In Your Bridal...

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Death be Justice, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

Stranger you are
Known to me through a split second
Glimpse of your criminal action
Story told by the Whiteman
Hundreds shout your name
Hundreds place faith upon the “great nation”
Hundreds failed to notice...

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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...

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