vicky Lynn Ring
Biography of vicky Lynn Ring
I have been writing poetry since 1993, I have around 530 poems on Poetry.com. Whatever comes into my mind I write. I have two Young adult science fiction books and one ghost story called Haunted Dock The Fisherman's Son published and each one has chapters were I have my poems inside. Poetry has always been number 1 to me. Poetry is a form of a short idea or expression for something bigger and better. I am very proud of my goals and dreams. I have to prove to myself every day that I have came along way from the poor and abusive life and the discouragement of my dad. I believe that everyone is creative and some takes a while before they realize...hey, that's what I'm suppose to be. I was 24 years old and had three kids before I finally realized I wanted and should be a writer. I have five kids that are now adults and I'm a happy Grandmama. Oh yeah, I paint pictures and they can be viewed on vickyr.myspace and my books are on Xlibris.com and Amazon.com. Or you could type my name in the search engine.
vicky Lynn Ring's Works:
Who's There? Miss Ira and the Creepy Eye
Who's There Miss Ira's Back!
Haunted Dock The Fisherman's Son
These books are series
They can be found at Xlibris. Com and Amazon.com
vicky Lynn Ring Poems
I've had many dreams that has led me through my spiritual journey And every morning I wake up to the sunshine and glory This I tell you is my wonderful story... When I lost my mom I fell into a deep black well.
Heal The Earth
I can cry a river of tears I can cry for the release of fears. I can pray a prayer every day I can pray for the world to change and can be saved.
I Will Succeed
You know I am forty-one and I am still beautiful between being a mom and a Grandma I am still dutiful I write and I paint I know I'm not a saint
Mother To Be
Alone she sat on the soft green grass Leaning agaisnt the old oak tree Daydreaming of what this birth might be Thinking will it look like me,
The light that shines in my eyes has seen the darkness long ago, Something so frightening it has to be told Childhood memories unfold. In my mind is the right time to get it all out
Here I am deep in the earth I am the red dirt. Here I am in a seed I need the rain so I can grow and feed.
The light that shines in my eyes has seen the darkness long ago,
Something so frightening it has to be told
Childhood memories unfold.
In my mind is the right time to get it all out
Speaking of its evil makes me want to shout.
If you don't believe in spirits or Heaven and Hell?
Think again from what I'm about to tell...
Demons feed on negative and destruction
They're the greeders of the darkness in the night