Long Vicks Poems

It was quite clear now my ex husband his accomplice Ciro gargano arson murderer used car salesman slash video gaming licensed to rent juke boxes cigarettes machines pin ball pool tables after serving seven years...

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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...

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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 phenomenal woman, Yesss indeed, I am a Rare Breed.

I wear...

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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 running short.

All the elves have themselves in a panic,
their shifts...

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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:...

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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...

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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, Vicks, and vitamins. Went through three boxes of tissues yesterday.
Finally,...

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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 sad
And the birds don’t want to sing
Just a dark gloomy...

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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 a cycle’s seat; in a hopeful heart.
She sprinkled her son...

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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...

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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 magazine
Pictures of a tropic scene
In the sunny Caribbean

So, I called...

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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 have spent six years in this place.
Where do the police...

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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...

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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 was her style.

Inside of the bottle a thin tube of...

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It sits on the pantry shelf where it's always been
The old blue bread box made of tin
with faded white letters B R E A D stencil on
for some reason of it I am fond

It no...

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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...

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Memories smiled from the back of my throat
Making me laugh during the funeral
Heads swiveled. Looks were given.
I was not in the front; much to my sister’s annoyance.
She glares. I wiggle a finger.

Could not help it.
Singing...

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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 love the menthol of it;
I love the comfort of it.
I...

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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 for half a week,
Wouldn’t let me smile, or squeak,
Drove a...

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