In becoming a poet, I’ve noticed that I now pay strict attention to every detail around me. I used to take my surroundings for granted, and I didn’t always pay close attention to everything there was to notice. Welcome! Welcome once again to another book of poetry and to my wild, creative and imaginative mind. In this second poetry book I hope you find the stories much more interesting, the comedy much more refreshing and that the romance takes you to a few nostalgic moments of your own.
You may notice that this second collection of my work is a little different to my first, TRUTH, COMEDY & POETRY for ALL, in that there are not as many love poems. This time around, I wanted to express a little more of my other sides instead of just the romance. So I decided, sure, there is still going to be plenty of ‘heart felt tales’ in here, but there will be more emphasis on the serious and comic aspects this time around. I also made most of the poems much, much shorter. I wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be constant thoughts of, "Gee, this poem is a little too long and therefore I am uncontrollably daydreaming due to the length of this ‘study-hall’ of a poem." Then again, according to my test group, it seems that the long stories here are pretty good. But you can be the judge of that.
The reason I wrote my first book was to get others into reading poetry and writing some of their own. However, the reason I wanted to write this second book was because I wanted to know that if I were to die tomorrow, I would leave something behind that could still make people smile or think. I wanted to create something that would last and be appreciated for generations to come. I wanted to leave behind a mark of my existence. And so here is my book.
If you haven’t read my first book, well, I want to start over with a "Hello." I am a fairly new poet and writer who will either make you think, laugh or say, "My God this romantic material is going to come in handy for the next time I meet someone I like." Whatever the scenario, I just want to remind everyone that we all have three sides to us. We may not show all of them every day, but within all of us exists a serious side, a humorous side and a romantic side. In both of my poetry books I show my different characters, and then some. Especially, in THE V-FILES.
My first poetry book, TRUTH, COMEDY & POETRY for ALL, has sold quite well without even advertising, just by word-of mouth. And now, a year later, I am back with my whole new collection, THE V-FILES, of tales that will let my readers get even deeper into the mind of the creative and romantic, story telling nut that I am. This new worded ‘album’ of thoughts is guaranteed to let my readers see how I view the world and my true life. I am fascinated with analyzing how our thinking changes and how we continue to ‘evolve’ over time and learn from our past mistakes in relationships and in life. And as it is evident in THE V-FILES and TRUTH, poetry gives me the freedom to do just that. And better yet, through poetry I can express exactly what I feel and think without having to worry about every one of those imprisoning rules of grammar and punctuation.
Poetry is how I like to express what fills my mind, and this time I’ve crossed even further into story telling. I love to entertain and to share my true emotions and tales, and within V-FILES you will hopefully be enthralled by the stories and totally fascinated by the sincerity of my words. As many of my readers say, my creativity and my honesty are what get them to continue reading. I personally write simply because I love to-- getting fans and praise along the way are just great gifts and benefits that came with the hobby of writing.
Who would have thought that a guy born and raised in tough old Brooklyn would have ended up a published poet? Hell, make that a second time, self-published poet. Well, I’ve made it this far, and the plans don’t stop here folks. This twenty-four-year-old poet and writer is now working on a comic joke book, HAVE YOU HEARD THE ONE ABOUT . . ., a story-end-choosing erotica tales compilation DARC, and a trilogy of thriller vampire/werewolf legend novels CODENAMES: VAMP & WOLF. All of the above have been projects that the fans are asking for, and I never disappoint the fans. And if I ever do, they are always free to e-mail me and tell me at the e-address that I provide in my books. However, there have been no complaints from my loyal fans or any other readers so far.
DON TORTELLI’S TALE
by Nelson Vazqueztell
dedicated to Hal, Jack, Rush, Jermaine, Angel, Dill, James, Diana, Sylvia and Sandra (5/27/01)
The twisted tale began with two pet turtles a year ago
Two hard-shelled brothers, might I add
But the two were put into separate tanks
See, they fought too much and got their owner mad
One day from the bottom shelf escaped a hamster named Whiskers
He was a most curious black hamster who wanted to see who lived up top
He climbed up by the tank’s light’s wiring
And then exploring the tanks of these two creatures from the edge,
he fell in with a ‘flop’
He fell in the water of the tank containing a turtle named Rosebud
With the loud splash the turtle awoke startled and turned to see
Whiskers had never seen such a "green rock" and so swam to see it
Rosebud, always being cranky, started to argue heatedly
See, Rosebud liked being left alone
And Whiskers didn’t take any droppings from nobody, no way in heck!
The heated argument turned into physical battle
And in the end Whisker’s claws pierced Rosebud’s soft green neck
From the neighboring tank, it was all seen by the other turtle
This turtle, Don Tortelli as his master named him, witnessed the spilled innocent blood
Tears came down as he saw Whiskers murder him
And he could do nothing but whisper in his low and scratchy voice, "Rosebud."
A year passed by, Don Tortelli had both grieved and grown angrier day by day
Rosebud’s tank had been replaced by Fang’s, a boa constrictor
Down on shelf two still lived Whiskers, but now he had a girl
By now Don Tortelli had devised a plan to become the vengeful victor
See, in all that time he always heard Whiskers laugh and laugh
And though he had killed another, he had been living the good life with his girlie
Don Tortelli learned a lot from the movies on TV in that room
And now, after a year, he had trained and planned to now get his claws dirty
He swam twenty laps in his tank each day
And for a year he pushed the big rocks of his tank every hour
He even practiced martial arts
He achieved enlightenment, skills and power
And so one day he swam out of the water and stood on the rocks
He stood on his hind legs and bucked the glass until it shattered onto the ground
Don Tortelli then worked on breaking into Fang’s tank by shattering it too
And in his ‘animal rage’ he walked up to Fang who slept quite sound.
Continued--
WILL YOU--?
by Nelson Vazqueztell
dedicated to my wife to be, Sylvia Vallejo--
uh, make that Sylvia Vazqueztell (10/06/00)
My mind is completely set
My thoughts are at peace
I know my heart is missing
I only ask you to hold onto it, please
Your mind seems set as well
Your thoughts seem doubtless and true
I know I have stolen your heart
I promise to hold onto it too
I have written of my love for you
I have also written of your tender ways and sentiment
But now I want to speak of something new
See, I’d love to make our love permanent
Honey, I’d like to bring up something big
We’re talking marriage here, baby
See, I’d like to bring up our engagement
Sweetheart . . . will you marry me?
WELL WORTH THE EFFORT
by Nelson Vazqueztell
dedicated to my wife to be, Sylvia Vallejo . . . (10/07/00)
I read the poem like it was any other . . . but the ring I hid until it’s final line
The room was dark with the exception of that sweet smelling candle
She lied in bed thinking I was just in a romantic mood . . . just being sweet--
but my plans went beyond her expectations
I read the first three paragraphs and went on to the last . . .
her eyes were closed and she was relaxed
Then I made it to the final line of the fourth . . . she opened her eyes
She opened her eyes just as she realized I had shifted my arm--
as if I was reaching for something . . . she was right
Her gaze was deeper than ever before . . . they sparkled in the faded candlelight--
she didn’t even look at the ring
She gave me her answer . . . still dazed by my proposal
She gave me a hug as tight as a child’s on Christmas morning
Then she gave me a kiss that simply proved her love for me
I asked her if she liked the ring . . .
but without even looking at it she just replied yes
and that she loved anything I’d give her
She is so sweet and simple . . . I love her with all my heart
And that stare and kiss represented my future with her . . . beautifully sweet
