Best Vicks Poems

The vicks
Johnson is me poor old name,
Brisbane town is where I’m staying,
Had 100 jobs I’m saying,
A some times Diversional Therapist.
(entertain the old n decrepid)

Tried burying...

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Vicks Vapor Rub is my most favorite scent.
If it was tasty, I would eat it,
so it could seep out of my pores as I slept.

I...

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As I recall it was December
When a blizzard closed down O’Hare
I was sick of northern winters
While the sun was shining south somewhere
I remembered in a...

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Cuddling in soft blankets
feeling cherished
adding Vicks
which brings me extra comfort
and childhood memories
I pick up my warm mug
filled with hot chocolate
overshadowed by the large
melted marshmallow 
floating...

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I TRULY COME FROM  “ A RARE BREED “
I am a woman who can follow, but I normally choose to lead.
For I am a...

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Christmas Panic at the Pole

With  only 12 days before Christmas,
Santa‘s concerned with the weather report,
the sleigh has a major malfunction,
needs repair and the time’s...

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Mirthful memories of stitches and axel grease,
Kennel Clubs and snicker doodles.

Memories like colors, collected on an artist’s palette,
Stirred with southpaw patience,
Finding her backward child upright,
On...

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Vicks Mentholatum. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I sometimes open the jar and stick my nose in for a little smell
Which turns into a big smell, a little on my...

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When I was a kid, if I got a cut,
My mother would grab the glass vial
And slather a swath of no other stuff but
Mercurochrome; that...

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The Dodgers are in LA.
How are you boys doing today?
The Giants moved to Frisco.
Is that something you did not know?
There is many a familiar face.
I...

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Chicken noodle soup fixes everything, I used to hear, from my mother.
I had tried everything but chicken noodle soup this week on my cold.
Cold pills,...

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I love smells
Vicks and lemon comforts me
Cinnamon roll and pine cone 
Remind me of Christmas

Smells seduce me, entice me, delight me.
I use my sniffer to...

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I always
put it around my nostrils,
I answer when she asks me
where I put my Vicks.

Then in my half-sleep
I notice how strange the word sounds,
"nostrils." Words...

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What is wrong this morning?
I know something is not right
The sun and the moon together
And not letting go of the night

And the flowers look so...

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Colored Memories Poetry Contest		Sponsor: Craig Cornish            Date: 8-28-2018

Some memories are pink, others are yellow....

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