Vic's poetry by Jessie

Saturday, November 18, 2017


You ever look at others pic at home or FB and wonder abt the story behind them?...........PICTURES........... They come, They go, They fade.. All life's moments in a serenade,... Lets me touch places I've not been, Pictures In reverence, A visual homily of remembrance. A cup of chocolate on a cold... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

From the first line, I wrote the rest today. How long do we hold on to hope before we fold?? UNREQUITED HOPE Is there nothing new under the sun? Is there nothing now.. That inspires the day on this new run? The news..... It blares at me.. Stares at me.. Dares me to hope on something different. The... Sign in to see full entry.

Unrequited love is the worst

!!Ecstasy!! Sweet ecstasy of pain, Through longing of the soul. Forsaken speculations sifting.. Through gentle blowing breezes of time.... They stand amidst the wind with memories Swirling round.. Like sand in a desert duster, Reflections tattooing themselves on the skin of your ego.. Never healing,... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 10, 2017


I wrote this January 2016 or somewhere round there when I found out trump was running, before his insanity became reality. If you're a trump supporter, don't care. I call it like I see it............Trump Card.......... Reptilian in your rhapsody Your tongue slithers.. In, out... Tasting the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 9, 2017


I took a ride one day into the mountains that make up our city's back yard. I looked at the trees and wondered at their beauty..and I felt kinship with them, I suppose. Someday, they'll be gone, as will I..but not too soon, I Jessie Echeverria January 30, 2016 · TREES..... I am... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Love is beautiful..

But not easily described. This is an attempt written on the date shown. Short.. Love Psalm 1/22/10 Fingers softly sigh through silken strands of hair..while.. Hearts of reposing lovers, Beat silent vows of forever in the hush of night!... The light of sun whispers its way in, past flimsy veils,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 6, 2017

A flower

The Sun is a cheating whoremonger and the flower awaits faithfully. Make what you will of this.....Sun Betrayal.... Morning dew Glistens on delicate petals, Like drops perspire on a dancing diva. Softly you sway in the morning breeze,... Greet the warmth of your daytime lover, Expose your face,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Not EVERYTHING that exists has a written language

Nor is it alive as we know it. I was sitting in a parking lot one day waiting for my daughter and I looked at the expanse of mountains that form the east side of our city. I wondered at the power it took to push those mountains up and how long they have existed while we can only count our existence... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

THIS is why I write

A PAGE, A PEN, A POEM Perhaps, Perchance, A Pen to write.... White page, Full of noise, Calling for the ink! Make a trail, Of tears, Of laughter! Stories... Full of hope, Ever afters! A page here, Another page there, Turn me! Entertain yourself with, These my dreams, These my loves! To share... With... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

WHAT exactly is beauty?

I wrote this sometime this year, I have no idea when. I have no idea what I was thinking. I do know that sometimes I write what I feel, more than what I think. I don't know. You interpret this how you will and I will appreciate it. BEAUTY.Shall we talk?.Is it safe? Do you think....You or I, could... Sign in to see full entry.

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