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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 nose, some around my
Neck, and finally I beg my husband to slather it on my back while
I saturate my chest with it.
This smell loves me, calms me, and nurtures me like no other.
I probably spent the first ten years of my life slathered like this,
It brings back memories of mother, warm cocoa, soft scarves, and books.
Nothing opens my soul up faster than Native American flute music. It brings
out my wolf wild side. I want to run to a cliff and howl at the moon. It takes
me instantly to Sedona vacations, turquoise jewelry, kachina dolls, bringing the
American Southwest into my heart, and healing the sad places.
Almost everything I see delights me – shiny things, natural things, new things. But the thing that makes my heart sing the fastest is the sight of my grandchildren. Any one of them. I have ten, and it does not matter which one is coming toward me. There is a surge of happiness that leaps through me in a boundless joyful way that cannot be described. It is a craziness that must be lived and felt.
Beans will be the death of me. My favorite tastes all include beans. It is a toss-up which one
I like the most – jalapeno peppers stirred in refried beans, barbequed beans, kidney beans, pork and beans, and ham and beans. I salivate when I think of any of these. It is a spontaneous reaction that I have never been able to quell. When I was a child we ate lots of beans, so maybe that is where this is coming from. I have no idea. But I know these are my favorite meals. I am a cheap date.
What do I not like to touch? The list is tiny. I am a tactile learner. To teach me, you have to let me grab it, shake it, spin it, toss it, catch it, and rub it. I touch wallpaper, woodwork, and metal file cabinets in offices. I touch ants, rocks, flowers, grasses. I hug trees. I hug people. I am a professional toucher.
Possibly my favorite touch is warm, sudsy bath water after a trying day. I immerse myself, washing off sadness and disappointment, thinking of the Vicks Mentholatum which I will slather on when I get out.
Written: July 27, 2018
Entered: My 5 Senses Contest Sponsor: Viv Wigley
8/3/17
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Dealt the hands of fate
A dollar short and day too late
Checkmate
Your ship is sank
Grab you by your cape
With haste
Then followed yellow tape
And not a single trace
Looked them in their face
Then put them in their place
Those who instigate
And discriminate
I eliminate
Same with if any that imitate
And implicate
Then toward them I liquidate
My eye on people when they manipulate
And vitiate
I'm ready to assassinate
Let me articulate
I'm out to innovate
And assimilate
Don't make me reiterate
Before I dissipate
What better time is there to illustrate?
The great escape
And great debate
Lifting and pushing weight
Willing to undertake
It's all there to make
Lock it away in a safe
And put the rest in the bank
Keep a full gas tank
And work hard toward having an estate
With a keypad at the gate
As well as a pool the size of a lake
Home made cake
Veggies and meats barbequed or baked
Filling up the plate, with or without lobster and steak
An ever increasing rise in the birth rate
Music from the speakers rattling windows like an earthquake
Success on the first take
The blunt was rolled well and burned great
In the past seeds beginning to germinate
Then a certain scent started to permeate
Avoid all the drama
Got to add up more commas
Burning through potent ganja
If I gotta I wanna beat the case
Until the case is beat
They can take a seat
Because it all ended up being a waste
Of time and quite the disgrace
On the chase
A near endless race
Barely ever hitting the brakes
Picking up the pace
Got to get first instead of last place
From here on ground level or up in space
Too transparent and opaque
Not going to shake
The hand of any snake
Or flake
Got to keep the faith
One day ill buy or test drive a wraith
Barbequed ribs with the best sauce in town
pancakes with syrup and fries golden brown
Fried eggs with bacon and crisp onion rings
these are a few of my most favorite things
Cream-filled donuts and warm apple pie
peanuts and hazelnuts and cookies piled high
whipped cream and mozzarella cheese strings
these are a few of my most favorite things
Spaghetti with meatballs and sun-ripe tomatoes
extra old cheddar and double-baked potatoes
succulent mushrooms and buffalo wings
these are a few of my most favorite things
When hunger strikes
When rumblings start
When my belly aches
these are a few of my most favorite things
topped off with shakes
Barbequed ribs with the best sauce in town
pancakes with syrup and fries golden brown
Fried eggs with bacon and crisp onion rings
these are a few of my most favorite things
Cream-filled donuts and warm apple pie
peanuts and hazelnuts and cookies piled high
whipped cream and mozzarella cheese strings
these are a few of my most favorite things
Spaghetti with meatballs and sun-ripe tomatoes
extra old cheddar and double-baked potatoes
succulent mushrooms and buffalo wings
these are a few of my most favorite things
When hunger strikes
When rumblings start
When my belly aches
these are a few of my most favorite things
topped off with shakes
When hunger strikes
When anxiety starts
When my belly aches
these are a few of my most favorite things
topped off with shakes
When my belly aches
these are a few of my most favorite things
topped off with shakes
(Lyric)
12/17/2021
To The Tune Of - Musicals - Part One Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
Song to the tune of (A Few Of My Favourite Things)
'Tis said that the first Thanksgiving feast was celebrated in sixteen twenty-one.
'Twas the Pilgrims' first bountiful harvest so they decided to have some fun!
(That was the genesis of church potlucks that are popular to this very day,
And the origin of that American addiction, the all-you-can-stuff-ten-buck buffet!)
They invited Indian friends but with wary eye kept their blunderbusses handy,
In case the guests and their squaws might become sozzled with too much brandy!
The Injuns brought canoes full of maize, deer and fishes from Cape Cod Bay.
(Puritan ladies shyly tittered at the breechcloths worn by braves on that day!)
The Pilgrims had diligently tilled God's good earth to grow vittles for the feast,
And prowled forest and waterway on the hunt for fowl and four-footed beast!
Tables groaned with grub - the menu would've done the Waldorf-Astoria proud.
There was little talk 'cept for an occasional "pass the salt" from that ravenous crowd!
There were apple, peach and punkin pies and heaps of smoked and roasted turkey.
Also, fiery brandy, cider, barbequed beef, lima beans and piles of venison jerky!
Succotash, sweet pertaters, peas and turnips were heaped on pewter plates.
Gluttonous souls were heard to groan and appeared to be in desperate straits!
Missing was the dreaded green bean casserole that hadn't been concocted yet,
Since Campbell's mushroom soup, an essential ingredient, they could not get!
'Twas on that notable day that the strutting and hapless turkey made its debut!
(Oft I've mused - did the Palefaces and the Redskins play a football game too?)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The sun barbequed the skin, raising a tenderized pink glow
to the cheeks of the children in the ramshackle red barn.
The three story hay loft partly empty was bristling with tikes.
Pincushioned with straw, sharp as needles,
in their hair, tee-shirts and socks
an “itch-o-rama” of gross magnitude.
Hoarse screams of “Geronimo!”
propel a girl child out ward, over the abyss;
letting go directly over the haystack on the first floor.
Barn boards groan under the weight of her flailing form.
Sweet, so sticky sweet, was the air with sweat, hayseed, and manure.
Red welts form on errant scratches rising up on the her skinny arms.
The boy plops from the thick dangling rope inches from her.
“Hi-Ho Silver!” he hollers; kissing her cheek with a big wet raspberry,
running deer-like from the barn doors toward the pastures awaiting bossy.
Up the stone tossed rock wall he clambers at ankle breaking pace.
Leaping from stone wall to the cow’s back;
“Come on, chicken!” he yells.
The girl follows more timidly watching out for
the broken, blue-bottle, glass shards
that poke out from between the fieldstones.
Reaching cow side, she blows brown hair from her face.
Hands on her tiny hips, she eyes the cow and rider.
The cow's evil eye stares at her from one side of its huge head.
He slaps the cow's rump. Sneakers wail into cowhide
and with an indignant bellow of disgust rider and cow are off, girless,
toward the saltlick, leaving the kiss
and the red barn, but a memory.
*PS I am the girl LOL, I had a kissin' Cousin!
The sun barbequed the skin, raising a tenderized pink glow
to the cheeks of the children in the ramshackle red barn.
The three story hay loft partly empty was bristling with tikes.
Pincushioned with straw, sharp as needles,
in their hair, tee-shirts and socks
an “itch-o-rama” of gross magnitude.
Hoarse screams of “Geronimo!”
propel a girl child out ward over the abyss;
letting go directly over the haystack on the first floor.
Barn boards groan under the weight of her flailing form.
Sweet, so sticky sweet, was the air with sweat, hayseed, and manure.
Red welts form on errant scratches rising up on the her skinny arms.
The boy plops from the thick dangling rope inches from her.
“Hi-Ho Silver!” he hollers; kissing her cheek with a big wet raspberry,
running deer-like from the barn doors toward the pastures awaiting bossy.
Up the stone tossed rock wall he clambers at ankle breaking pace.
Leaping from stone wall to the cow’s back;
“Come on, chicken!” he yells.
The girl follows more timidly watching out for
the broken, blue-bottle, glass shards
that poke out from between the fieldstones.
Reaching cow side, she blows brown hair from her face.
Hands on her tiny hips, she eyes the cow and rider.
The cow evil eye stares at her from one side of its huge head.
He slaps the cows rump. Sneakers wail into cowside
and with an indignant bellow of disgust rider and cow are off, girless,
toward the saltlick, leaving the kiss
and the red barn, but a memory.
Valentine's Day is more special when you
Take your sweet out to eat at a romantic venue.
Add appeal to the meal,
And show him/her how you feel,
With a side dish not found on the menu:
With fajitas and flan
Say "te amo" to Juan;
Serve some "ich liebe dich"
With a schnitzel or fish;
"Aloha wau ia'oe"
Goes with roast pig and poi;
Sigh "je t'aime" if your man
Offers you coq au vin;
If lo mein's what she wishes,
Say "wo ai ni" to your missus;
"Naku penda" suffices
For most okras and rices;
"Aie imasu" to Lucy
As you're sharing some sushi;
Put "ikh hob dikh lib" in a box
With some bagels and lox;
"Ayor anosh' ni" won't sound quirky
With hoecakes and jerky;
Shout "ti amo" with gusto
As you serve antipasto;
"Mi amas vin" you'll emote
Over barbequed goat;
With a nice spicy curry
Try "mea tum se pyaar karta hu" in a hurry,
Though there's no guarantee it will work.
No, it's not a sure bet,
So don't get upset,
And don't fret if you start to feel tinglish.
If everything fails,
Don't start chewing your nails,
Just say, "Darling, I love you,"
In English.
Author's note: The "cuisines d'amour" mentioned in this piece are as follows: 1. Spanish 2. German 3. Hawaiian 4. French 5. Mandarin 6. Swahili 7. Japanese 8. Yiddish 9. Navajo 10. Italian 11. Esperanto 12. Urdu.
Pronunciation is at the reader's own peril…
We met one summer evening
On a golden sandy dune.
There was something wonderful and sublime,
Something magical and spellbinding,
Infiltrating in the air that night,
As stars shone brightly high above,
Shining for you and me
Especially for you and me.
Our friends were singing merrily,
Infectious love was all around.
There, on a spit, a piglet
Was slowly spicy barbequed.
The fire roared and spluttered
While fat dripped on its fiery flames.
It was a time propitious
For mad mid-summer dreams,
So we drank our lovely Chardonnay,
And nibbled luscious roasted ribs.
We exchanged jokes and reminisces,
Laughed all night long
You and me.
At last we left together
Shoeless strolled upon the sand.
Around was moon-lit and serene.
The swell of the sea supplied a lullaby,
Euphoria filled our mien.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy:
Heard your captivating laugh.
There in a desolate sandy beach
Away from prying eyes,
We knelt down, touching our hands,
Sweaty palms against each other.
I looked into your azure eyes,
Saw the vast calm ocean
With moonlight shimmering brightly.
I smelled your perfumed skin,
Felt your lips caress my cheeks:
Waves rolled softly towards the beach
In a splendid harmony.
Was this a pleasant fairytale?
Was it an infinite dream?
Adam Lambert will come swooping in with Queen.
They will serenade me as I sit on my deck enjoying myself.
A van will pull up and my dog and cat will jump in.
They will be whisked off to Doggie and Kitty Day care.
Returning fully groomed with their vaccines in the evening.
Husband asks if I want any more orange juice or another omelet.
He's brought me homemade donuts, a waffle, and a bacon quiche.
He laid out my clothes for the day and will put the extra ones away later.
I draw a cartoon, write poems, and then get in my limo for my work ride.
Children at my school cheer “Mrs. K! Mrs. K! Mrs. K!" upon my arrival.
Principal announces that I have been named Woman of the Decade.
Tries to cancel classes, but I insist on teaching them because I love to.
The press comes in and takes photos of me. Oprah interviews me.
Gayle was too intimidated to come cause of my awesome reputation.
Limo driver waits while I travel down the avenue greeting many friends.
They tell me about my surprise party and we share many funny stories.
I eat my favorite barbequed chicken at Governor Stump’s Restaurant.
Then I am whisked home where I can slide under my electric blanket.
The perfect day!
July fourth means fireworks and barbeques,
a fun time to shake off those winter blues.
It's a beautiful southern summer's night
and though clouds threaten rain, there’s few in sight.
A scarlet sun bleeds to death in the west
and I await the darkness like the rest.
Kids are rushing to get in the last swim
before the sun sets and it gets too dim.
I'm anxious for the night's festivities
there will be all kinds of activities.
To me the best part of summer’s the heat,
I call it my bittersweet Texas treat.
I soon start seeing folks jump up and down
and I hear fits of laughter all around.
It seems like everyone’s going crazy
and then everything starts to get hazy.
I look to the skies and it's snowing out
something a child might fantasize about.
Stars are replaced by alabaster flakes
dusting the tops of my barbequed steaks.
(Couplet)
7/25/2021
An interesting Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Funom Makama