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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
I TRULY COME FROM “ A RARE BREED “
I am a woman who can follow, but I normally choose to lead.
For I am a phenomenal woman, Yesss indeed, I am a Rare Breed.
I wear many Hats and can be whatever it is you want or need me to be.
Never invisible, deliberate in all I do, in the open for all eyes to see!
I can be your Greatest Lover, or we can be the best-est of friends.
But screw me over and I can be your worst nightmare till the bitter end.
I am a woman that can encourage you and sweep you off your feet. But I can also be that woman that will cut you while you sleep.
I am that Diva with a smile, women seem to envy, while others just plain hate. Cause I can get “Turn-t Up”, have fun, and still be the lady who leaves with your Date!
I'm that soothing voice you hear when you come home after a long day all stressed.
With a hot bath, ready to rub you down, curl your toes, roll you over and let you rest.
If you get sick? I’ll nurse you back to health with some nice old fashion Chicken Soup. Serve ya Tea with honey, Rub Vicks on your chest, and handle the house all while you Re-coup.
I have no problem allowing a Man to be a Man, but this “All Men” must 1st Understand… A needy woman I am Not! I just desire the comforts of a Real Man. A man with a TRUE LIFE PLAN.
At times you’ll hear me Cussin, Fussin, R e a d i n g Folk and even throwing Fits.
Yet I still handle my Bizz! …. Cuzz Baby??? I am A L L L that and Bowl of GRITS!
But the rest of the times, I’m Calm, Patient and generally very Sweet. Always Grateful for God and Family, cause with them I know I Can’t be Beat!
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 running short.
All the elves have themselves in a panic,
their shifts running twenty-four seven,
their tired and stressed but are doing their best
with remaining days numbering 11.
The reindeer are poised and polished,
Santa conducts their inspection with praise,
with the flight plan officially filed,
they’re all set to depart in 10 days.
Rudolph is fighting a head cold
But Santa knows he’ll be fine,
Santa rubs him with Vicks, with a hot toddy mix
cause he has to be ready in 9.
Bad news from North Pole repair shop,
some parts for the sleigh might be late
and there’s no time for home delivery tonight
as the countdown continues to 8.
Mrs. Claus and her singing elves,
entertain in the hall till eleven,
she has to confess as she plays all requests,
she’ll be glad when its over in 7.
Santa’s caught double dipping the eggnog,
with 6 left he has gained one more pound
those cookies and chips have gone this hips
he’ll be lucky to get off the ground
Mrs. Clause coaxes Santa try on his suit
they look at each other with dread,
with 5 days to go, it’s three inches to tight,
she looks for a needle and thread.
Well, tragedy has been averted
the sleigh’s fixed and Rudolph’s alright
with only 4 days before Christmas is here
looks like everyone’s up for the flight!
The Elves throw a disco party
Santa’s soaking his feet instead
with 3 days to go what he wants most of all
is a good night’s sleep in his bed.
The North Pole workshop got buried
in a blizzard with 2 days to go,
Santa summoned the elves at 3am
to shovel 12 inches of snow.
The presents are loaded, the reindeers prance
Christmas eve is finally here
Ho Ho Ho Santa cries as he flies cross the sky
“MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR”
Liz Labadie -Reilly
One criteria for heaven: Unconditional love for everyone
Not for only people who look like you
Or think like you
Not that there are any others.
Your religion, neighbors and family cannot help you now.
Guarantees you will get there: A loving heart
Joy in other’s accomplishments, integrity, standing up for others,
Following the golden rule always, not just when it is convenient.
No judging; which is why spirituality trumps religion.
Initial body death is a dream-state.
You get whopped out of your body sometimes before the flesh dies.
Especially if your body is about to be raped or murdered.
Your heavenly committee sees to it that you do not suffer more than you should.
You are alone in your heaven path,
even if your entire family gets killed together.
You are met by your committee of carefully selected guides and Archangels.
Jesus or Buddha? Possibly if you hold on tight to earthly beliefs.
Some of you might be greeted by Hitler.
If this happens, you may not be in heaven.
Just kidding!
Your committee is selected by you, and tweaked by you,
in between incarnations.
You might be met by your French poodle Ralphie,
who was killed when you were eight.
Whatever you expect is what you get in heaven.
If you expect dead is dead, you might get to sleep for a bit.
If you expect your relatives will all be there, they will be.
I expect to see flowers, trees, and colors we cannot see with earth eyes.
I expect to smell lemons, and Vicks, for those are my two favorite smells.
THREATS FROM MAFIA HITMAN FROM DETROIT FAKING HIS DEATH TO IMPERSONATE MY FATHER THE SON OF A MASONIC TEMPLE MEMBER 33 AND 3RD CHICAGO CHAPTER DUR TO PETERS GARGANO TIES TO MILWAUKEE DRUG OPERATION HE HIRED HITMAN TO MURDER ME TODAY I AM BLESSED I AM SAFE FROM THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF WISCONSIN KKK MEMBERS KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS TREASURY OF THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS FALSIFYING HELL IN EARTH PETER IGNITED A CAR BOMB BLOWING UP MY BRAINS HE THEN GATHERS STRIPPERS TO IMPERSONATE ME ALONG WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND ARSON MURDERER OF VICTIM 9 THE HOMELESS MAN ON SHERIDAN RD TORCHED CAB COMPANY EMCO CHEMICALS IMAGING CAMPHOR PETROLEUM BASICALLY VICKS ALLOWED A SLOW BURN KILLING THE SLEEPING HOMELESS MAN THE FBI WARNED ME OF THE GARGANO KLANSMENS TORCHING ELDERLY PERSONS ALIVE CORRUPTION LANDS SWEEPING THE ASHES UNDER FBI INFORMANT FILES ARLINGTON HEIGHTS CHICAGO SO NO I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR .Y ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND HELP PETER GARGANO TO EXTORT MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM INTO SHELL CONSTRUCTION CARPENTERS HOME BUILDERS SCUM FRAUD COMPANIES IN WISCONSIN DRYWALL TILE PAYING CASH LAUNDERING PETERS DRUG OPERATION INTO CONTRACTORS PAYING ALL THE EMPLOYEES IN CASH IN DRUGS FINALLY FALSIFYING FALSE FRAUDULENT TOTALLY TAX EVASION PETER GARGANO ALSO FAKING HIS DEATH TO EMBEZZLE A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM ON MY BEHALF STOP SENDING ME TERRORIST THREATS MASONIC TEMPLE POST OFFICE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE 33 AND A 3RD NO FEAR OF KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS KKK GARGANO CRIME FAMILY BURNING INNOCENT BEINGS ALIVE
I have a relative who is a famous professor working at Mouse T. University
He is treated by all of the clan as an expert in cats, and he is a celebrity
It is rather amazing that a small mouse professor is an expert on cats
He secretly lived among them for twenty years down in Bat Flats
By day he acted like a cat. Wore a pair of truly plausible faux cat ears
By night, he wrote up cat habits to save mice from their feline fears.
Named professor by university after he completed seven insightful books
They were hilarious, and made cats seem like the world’s biggest schnooks
He lectured on cats all day at his job, and was paid a ridiculous amount.
The mice took meticulous notes, and made every moment of his class count.
Cats are slightly blind to the left, so always run that direction.
If you bite them on the neck, you can give them an infection.
Cats are not fond of Vicks Vapor Rub, so if you put it in their eye,
They cannot catch you today, you can skate right past, bye and bye.
Cats are easily fooled, so if you wear cat ears they won’t know…
That you are a mouse at all, they are dumb from head to toe.
He has been on the circuit, interviewed on every channel of the news.
Even the faux channel, if you happen to share educated views.
There is something that my relatives know about him -a little tidbit for fun
Professor Z. Ruff never lived among the cats and has actually never met one.
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, Vicks, and vitamins. Went through three boxes of tissues yesterday.
Finally, broke down and had the chicken noodle soup. Feel so much better!
Listen to your feelings, I used to hear from my father, who is in heaven.
My earth father, not THAT Father. He was so right; and it has worked well.
Feelings have kept me alive, feelings have helped me help others.
Feelings have steered me in the right path. Feelings, I am all about.
Mom was a big believer in Vicks too. We were slathered in it during the winter.
Vicks on our chests, our backs, the bottom of our feet, and in our noses.
I love the smell of Vicks; it makes me feel instantly better, making me young.
When I smell it, I become eight-years-old instantly, and I want more.
Old Spice was Dad’s smell. When I smell Old Spice, there he is.
I have a jacket of my dad’s. He has been gone eight years.
It does not smell like Old Spice, but it smells like my Dad.
I reach for it sometimes, and I know he is here.
Moms and Dads are funny things. You can never replace them,
And you can never fully get over them. But who would want to?
They are your first teachers, and your last teachers. They are yours.
Though you might share them with siblings, it does not feel like sharing.
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 sad
And the birds don’t want to sing
Just a dark gloomy shadow
That’s covering over everything
Ever the rain refuses to fall
So the trees can quench their thirst
But no one else can see this
It only exist in my universe
And the world stuck on pause
And at that moment I can tell?
That beautiful my sweet heart
Got the flu and not feeling well
She’s such an angel to me
Just a joy to the world
A gift to humanity
And still such a down to earth girl
I try to got out side
And the day just stands till
For how can you go about life?
Knowing the one you love is ill
I saw on the news storms here
All the roads are blocked off
But I’ve more important things on my mind
Like did she takes her Vicks 44 for her cough
I wish I was there to take care of her
To make some chicken soup Trinidad style
To chase away that bad cold
And bring back her beautiful smile
Hey you don’t look at me like that
I know all of you will do the same
For when the one you loves feels down
You, ill do anything to make them well again
So I will try to survive these days
Through the snow, storm, and shivering
Until I see the blue sky, the sun and the rain
It’s how I know my sweet hearts feeling well again
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 a cycle’s seat; in a hopeful heart.
She sprinkled her son with dust from a Turner’s apron,
Which was folded neatly behind a watercolor easel,
Beside a piece of curly maple, carved with care and honesty.
So strange the result of that old black hurst.
A harrowing childhood taught her to protect,
To find safety for her son; no more locked doors.
Scrapping wallpaper and a boot full of cola,
Kitters and critters, costumes and cross-hatching.
So many lessons for the care of those you love.
Vicks rub, vaporizers and hospital visits,
Waiting for hours for good Dr. Rhodes.
Truck seats and hugs before Basic Training,
Lunch dates at Wendy’s on top of Bridgeport Hill.
Concerns for character and a trip to the police station.
College apartments and Charleston summers.
Until the day he danced with her son,
On the day he was wed; without her,
That day would never have come.
I feel now the strokes of Monet,
And I thank the Breeze for my cradle,
And my view from the treetop,
Impressions from my past; gifts from my Mother.
The success of my love is rooted in her hands.
Colored Memories Poetry Contest Sponsor: Craig Cornish Date: 8-28-2018
Some memories are pink, others are yellow. Some big as mountains, others petite, and gentle.
The harsh ones that hurt us the most are the ones that enter our minds when we are sad or mad.
These are best put into an imaginary box, tied with a variety of colored bows, and shoved down a river.
Visualizing this has helped some people to not experience their colors so hard. Be sure and notice the
Sun on your face, the happy singing birds, the chirping of happiness, and the calm you feel when the package disappears from your view, never to be picked up or examined again.
This will not work for everyone, but it might work for you.
Obviously, some memories have colored our souls for the rest of our lives – both good memories and bad ones.
If your grandma’s bedroom was lavender, and that is where you were comforted when you had croup,
With Vicks, or warm oatmeal, laced with brown sugar, bombarded by love, lavender might be your happy color, until something mean comes along in the form of lavender which changes things.
Try not to be mean, as you can make or break other people’s colors.
Colored Memories Poetry Contest Sponsor: Craig Cornish Date: 8-28-2018