Biography of Vicki Ellis
I was born to be a wordsmith. I started writing stories and poems as soon as I could write words. I moved around a lot as a child and as an adult; I have only found one place that I considered home and that 's Grizzley Flat, CA. I am married to my third and last husband. I have three adult daughters and two beautiful grandaughters, and 6 adult
foster sons. I write short stories, and I hope to write a novel as well as informative books on the loss of our civil rights. I graduated December 16,2006 from American Intercontinental University Online with my B.S. in Criminal Justice. I am currently attending Kaplan University Online to gais a B.A. in Paralegal Stidies. I plan to become a private detective and a Paralegal, when I am not writing...
Vicki Ellis's Works:
Vicki Ellis Poems
The Righteous Woman
A righteous woman is a rare thing to find, And worth much more than gold. She’s true to her man, He knows in his mind
Said the little Boy to the little Girl “When I grow up, I’ll be King of the world,
A Problem With Your Heart
You told me you needed him And I knew it was true; But what I always wondered Was did he need you?
'Passion' as defined today Is naught but a sensation- A primal itch to scratch With no real sentiment at all.
The trees love the wind, It makes them feel alive. Shaking their branches playfully On an Autumn afternoon.
'Never put off until tomorrow that which can be done today.' This was an age old adage I heard my mother say. But in my life I have truely found It's sometimes seems best to turn those words around
It Must Be Nice
It must be nice to know it all: To stand above and watch me fall And smugly know that it was you Who dealt the last blow I could take
Just One Dance
I have my lifetime partner And I know that you do too But there is one thing that I desire: I’d like to dance one dance with you.
I'm sorry for the choices I made that turned out badly for you. I'm sorry I was addicted to change. I'm sorry your trust was broken And your concept of right is so strange.
Leo Boy (Love Song To My Old Dog)
1. I remember that first day When that mean ol' man tried to give you away; We had no place for another dog, We had more than enough so I told him to go
Gypsy Kind Of Love
I’m the kind of woman Finds it hard to settle down I’ve always been that way, Traveling round from town to town;
The first time I met the Outlaw, He was wickedly clever-he said, “We’ve been waiting to see you for years-
Three Thousand Hours
It’s been three-thousand hours And twice as many tears; Since my man’s been gone away Feels like a thousand years.
Locked safe inside your fortress walls- The walls you’ve built your whole life long; Your steely fears and concrete points of view Now quite surround you,
Locked safe inside your fortress walls-
The walls you’ve built your whole life long;
Your steely fears and concrete points of view
Now quite surround you,
Shutting out the light.
Your walls are tall and thick,
Confining you in your solitary world-
Not so much a fortress now as a prison.