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I never saw myself clearly
But smelled my own disappointment
For I reeked with it; an acid smell.
I tasted Vicks in my mouth
When there was none in the house
And had not been for years
An unfamiliar voice told me I was a loser
It came from within; I recognized it not at all
But totally too
I was a sight, groveling and growling silently
I doubt anyone knew; for I kept this wisely silent
Away from the eyes of the others
And you are all the others
I can trust no one.
Smelling disinterest and disregard on you
As you pass me by not seeing me or my little dog Two
I have never recognized my sorrow
Or put a name on it
Preferring to keep it way down deep
Where I put a lid on it
You might see me as a party animal with flair
Self-confident, and outgoing
I scoff at the irony of that
As I take out my little friend
And watch the red bubbles pop out of my arm
As I make little cuts
To prove that I am alive
And can feel something.
I heard a small sneeze from my closet
knew it was the gremlin who hides in there
he is usually more cautious, silent but deadly
another sneeze; he must be sick
I got out my Vicks and my Therma flu
grabbed him by the ears and dragged him out
he was horrified, thinking he had been a secret
think again buddy, I was a mother once
he was kicking, biting and scratching me
I barely felt it, due to his small size and tiny teeth
cut it out, I told him I am trying to save your life
he does not speak English, a whisper said
I looked up and saw yellow eyes
It was a vampire bat
Just another monster living in my closet
I did not even know about this one
I pushed the gremlin and Vicks back in and slammed the door
what about that Therma Flu asked the bat?
Crap. An intelligent vampire bat.
There really are monsters in my closet!
A cough and a sneeze
another tissue please
Nose runny throat sore
fatigue and feeling wore
Slight fever lost appetite
wanting it to end to feel right.
Vicks rub on the chest
a little under and in the nose
Wool socks upon the feet
gotta warm those toes
Plop plop fizz fizz
tickles down the hatch
Couch drops and a cozy couch
for those daytime naps.
Steam the room with a vapo machine
and unclog sinuses breathe right
Extra blankets and big fluffy pillow
with NyQuil to sleep all night
Eat hot chicken soup from a can
drink 7 UP in orange juice
Speak with a funny cold's voice
mask up if you are out on the loose.
The older you are the longer they stay
stubborn head colds won't go way
Suck on lozenges for that throat
resist chewing them just don't
And one day you will wake anew
that old head cold is through with you.
Sickness can turn your house into a personal jail
When friends come to visit you use anything as a veil
The moments you lose track of the day and time
If you need medicine you would spend every dime
To pass the time you watch old episodes on Netflix
Eating soup for dinner and inhaling vapors of vicks
It feels like a vacation you weren't meant to enjoy
Your phone, tablet or book becomes your new toy
Every task that you had planned never gets done
Your skin tone begins to change from having no sun
If you're married your mate becomes your waiter
Every sentence is "Honey can you do me a favor"
When you're sick it actually gives you time to unload
But this is your life in a nutshell when you catch a cold
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.
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
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.
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 have spent six years in this place.
Where do the police use mace?
Did we beat the Russians in the space race?
Yes, this is a filibuster.
Have you heard of George Armstrong Custer?
He and his men we must mourn.
They met their demise at the Little Big Horn.
Who is married to Elizabeth Taylor?
Where can I find a Vicks Inhaler?
You have heard of Norman Mailer.
He wrote the book “The Naked and the Dead”
With wine, do you prefer white or red?
How about a bottle of rose instead?
Which goes well with pizza and pepperoni?
What kind of sauce is good with macaroni?
I think you know where to find Macchu Picchu.
Those are excavated ruins in Peru.
The Incas lived in South America.
No longer do they rule in that area.
Well, I believe that is enough for your ear.
Do not worry if what I said was not clear.
As lawmakers, we must persevere.
Let us discuss serious business here.
This is how most of our elected officials spend their time in Congress
Ring..Ring.....the phone just rang and rang.
When She answered it, she said she was surprised.
All we heard was yeah, yeah she said it at
least ten times, happy and exited. She ended the
call with a thank you, thank you:
and God bless you.When she turned to us we actually had
no idea what was going on.. She asked us what did we klnow
about real singing? Grister said" ya'll know
I can sang!" Whats going on Baby: tell us what is going on!
Well you all know my freind, the one who is a producer
for the theater shows and Acts? Yeah we heard about him,
what he want now? The last time he called Dimple and and Fritz got-tah fightin.
Wel anyway they need some acts and he thought of us.
Said he got a band and need us to develop a new style
based on our knowledge of some words. Said he got some smartazzes and need to trick them into learning some terms and phrases so they can impress people
instead of turning them off. We got the Gig with a contract and some real money
but he said we need to learn to talk so we can impress people
and not be cool and cool like tryna make friends when we
need to be allusive and and superstars celebrates.
Get the Faxes Choden, Get the Faxes. Okay Baby, here they go.
What does it say, Reading the paper and smiling hard enough to be heard.
These are the words you need to introduce your selves as.
The contracts are being faxed in one hour. Sign them A>S>A>P.
and fax them back. I will fax a copy of the check, and
send the via Euro
-Global Cash. Talk to you later.
Your Sincerely Chincey!
Use Vicks vapor rub at all times
when reading to sing and perform.
Here are the words and Voice types
assigned to each of you.singing voice types
are classified into major categories from high to low:
soprano, mezzo-soprano, and contralto for women,
and tenor, baritone, and bass for men.
A singer's voice type is defined by vocal range,
tessitura (comfortable singing zone), timbre
(vocal color), vocal weight, and transition points.
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.