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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 mastermind,
He eats her Grammy,
Wolfing her down with a glass of red wine,
Then making himself comfy in her big bed,
He Does this all in the nick of time,
The little girl knocks at the door,
"Come in sweet child of mine,"
The wolf yells with delight,
"What did you bring for your Grammy tonight?"
The little girl in her red hood,
Whispers, "something just doesn't seem right,"
Come closer my dear I could not hear,
Red yells,"Grammy your ears are outta sight!"
The wolf so cunning and clever replies,
"All the better for listening at night,"
"But Grammy I've never seen,
Such a glow in your eyes,"
"My child it's the reflection from the moon,
It lighted the way for you tonight,"
"Oh my Grammy, you have such big teeth!"
The wolf decided on a rhyme,
"Well if you haven't figured it out by now,
I'm not your dear Grammy,
You silly child,
I followed you in from the woods,
You came straight away,
As a good girl should,
Carrying your basket full of food,
In your bright red cape,
Under your little red hood,
I ate your Grammy,
I'm gonna eat you, too,"
"Hold it mister!"
Red interjects in time,
"I know the rest of this nursery rhyme,
You can't eat me because I packed,
A weapon in my little basket,
To handle big bad wolves like you,
So up against the wall,
And spread em mister,
Today's not your day at all!"
The moral of this story is tried and true,
Never take for granted,
A girls power,
Or intuition,
You bad, bad, wolf, you!
~Vickie Thayer~
I somehow made friends with my enemy,
the one who always pestered me,
feverishly competing for my sweet honey,
I would never give in for love nor money.
He buzzed around my head one day,
asking if there he could rest away,
he promised to watch me as I indulged,
soon my bear belly began to bulge.
I'm now good friends with the bee,
my fondness for honey was because of he,
I would never let our friendship spoil,
So there was no reason for us to quarrel.
I then admitted to that annoying bee,
That without him I couldn't have sweet honey,
So now he always rests upon my head,
I'm stung with sweet friendship while I'm fed.
Vickie Thayer
I Hear Your Silence,
I Know Your Smile,
I Feel Your Love,
I See Through Your Eyes,
I Touch Your Mouth,
I Kiss Your Lips,
I Miss Your Touch,
I Feel Your Presence,
It's All Around Me.
You Are Still Here,
Your Body Is Gone,
Your Soul Taken By God,
But,
You Are Here With Me,
Everyday I Notice You,
In The Smallest Ways,
I Can See You Now,
As I Look Into My Mirror.
There Is A Tiny Speck,
Of Angel Dust,
In My Eye,
I Shall Leave It There,
For All Time,
Until One Day,
When We Meet Again,
And Walk Together,
On,
The Other Side.
(Vickie Thayer Poetess 2009)
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 to us,
and I never forgave him for that.
Such sad and wicked things,
we endured.
You were perfect,
in every way, Angela.
A new little sister,
A beautiful little Angel.
We grew up,
In a household full of stress filled commotion.
We never had stable love,
But you always looked up to me.
And I always tried to be,
Like a Mother to you, when you were small.
Angela this poem,
Is dedicated to you.
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DELIVER US
The years have passed,
since you've gone,
thrown to heaven,
On a song.
I believed in you,
and the things you said,
I never acted on it,
It was so wrong.
Jealousies from the one,
who told you don't ever call,
I always waited to hear from you,
but she helped to build your walls.
I remember you telling me,
condescendingly she said you looked like me,
she had evil intentions,
hiding way down beneath.
I will always remember you,
you remembered me too,
It was me and God,
In your hour of need, that you last spoke to.
God has you now,
and some day,
I will join you,
together we shall pray.
For all the wicked ones,
who have no conscience,
no morals,
who are in this life an evil constant.
Rock-a-bye my sister,
sleep well and stay safe,
know that I love you,
forever and a day.
Vickie Hurtt-Thayer Poet
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
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)
Please My Love...haunt me down,
Tied Up In Your Bridal Gown...bring me your presence,
Walk This Earth...bring me pleasance,
Haunt Me Down...untie my mourning,
Lay Me Down With You...to the angels I'm imploring,
Haunt Me Down...before a new day,
Our Bed Covered In Crimson...where I shall forever lay,
Bring Me Your Hand...diamonds and gold embellished in red,
Kiss My Lips...on this the day, we were to be wed,
Haunt Me Down My Love...please, just haunt me down,
I Forgive You...now I ask the same of thee,
The weapon to my lips...my liquor is agreeing with me,
I Will Not Walk Alone...I'll drink in all of you,
Farewell As We Taste Our Poison...lovers very last adieu!
~Vickie Thayer~
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~
It was many years ago,
After many kisses too,
A young girl fell in love,
Beneath a sky of blue.
God brewed up a storm,
Snowflakes roared like thunder,
What God has joined together,
Let no man put asunder.
A blizzard roared in,
On a cold winter's night,
The moon casting shadows,
Onto a bed of white.
The moon was the only witness,
To passions they had shared,
Blankets of snow ,
Covered all that they had bared.
These are memories for a woman,
Who looks for each winter's snow,
Staring towards the heavens,
When the winter winds blow.
It's then that she remembers,
All the promises made,
So very long ago,
It burns for her a warm fire,
And a bittersweet glow.
Vickie Hurtt- Thayer
Where wicked things grow,
She waits to be found,
Down a dark and dusty road,
Eve, a Pumpkin, dying on the ground,
Ravens pick away her eyes,
She now sees,
Her grin carved with back stabbing knives,
Revealing her unborn seeds,
Slicing her orange flesh,
She feels no pain,
Her grin releases no breath,
As she drinks in frozen rain,
Tonight she'll be warmed by their candle's flickering flame,
Transformed,
She'll perform,
In their evil game,
As they walk by her,
In their scary disguises,
Hoping to fit in,
To be saved from their demises,
It's her turn to play,
Her last chance before she dies,
On this her best performance yet,
All Hallow Eve's Night.
~Vickie Thayer~