Short Vicks Poems

sniffles set the course 
next is Vicks NyQuil and sleep 
who likes being sick...

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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 all over the top
Life is grand!...

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Normally I can relax in the woods,
Today flies and mosquitoes are annoying me.

I slap them off my leg,
And blow them off my shoulder.
I flick a green winged one off my chair,

Can feel something crawling slowly
Toward my knee

I forgot to wear Vicks
Which bugs detest.

A tick?
I cannot wait to see....

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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 figure out the world.
Old Spice. Hello Daddy.
Sweet Honesty. My days of being young and cute.

Fresh paint. A new beginning.
Varnish. The one dresser I refinished.
Gasoline. Vanilla. Caramel. All with their own memories.
Parading around in my head, reminding me of days I thought I had lost....

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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 not often said
wander in the woods without trails.

Something like nose,
I know that word even though it's
not every day. Nostrils, the appendage
feature, like the nomenclature of insect parts.

In my half-sleep about to slip
into dream my facetious mind
knows how linked 
here on earth to parts of strange beasts....

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