Best Dijon Poems

The water, cloaked in the mist of a yellow dawn,
    Summoned souls to the shore of beguiling dreams.
    Sail...

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What's up with this,
just want wine Dijon.
Can't find the stuff,
guess it's all gone.
The country's turned nutty,
heard it from a song.
But I got some gummies,
it's only...

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“Her Ever Changing Moods, the Rapture Reprising”

Lavender seduces symmetry  
in her ever changing moods
slips into something more comfortable

a swollen tangerine sky 
moves its tongue...

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"The Hummingbird Cake"




The day started bright -

Bright Eggshell Blue
and ended in percussion
dark and cloudy stormed in
thunder pummelled drums
against a backdrop of 
bruised eggshell dijon yellow
sweating...

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Funny the things that stick with you
like gum beneath the table
as the years go by.
My brains goes as far back as three solar circuits;
big bro...

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To you plump puffball,
Squatter of the mushroom fungi. 
May your soils be rich
And your spores be many!

Moonstone child of nocturnal reverie
Pride tempts to invite fallacious...

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SPIDER

Eight furry legs
Approaching black blob
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeech


COCKROACH

Periplaneta americana 
Out of planet, preys on women's tuxedo
Blob of fat, smell, monster


JULIA'S HAIR

Chameleon
Gunslinger, sniper
Death,myriologue


O SPACE

A junkyard
Sepulcher of machines
Requiem

CROW

Squawk 
Squawk
Gasconade 


LIZARD

A...

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Some colors of diversity

        a mosaic mixture of the light spectrum shaded: 

This of, yellow: mustard, tuscany, cream,...

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I’m a server…
delivery complete.

The machine works
like this…

”... you deserve what you get…”
”... you get what you deserve…”

Can I have the mustard please
”... care for some...

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Autumn leaves sacrificing shamrock heart
An artist’s eye frames the fire in his art


Your blazing soul reflects raging nature’s ire
When olive love leaves – you let...

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Dijon, Monte *****, Santiago, Monte Carlo, palaces, kingdoms-n-castles, places 
I travel without planes, boats or passports, places where my mind go with 
whomever follows, Daesh’a...

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flax seed bread lightly toasted, with
piri piri chicken, warm
with flavor, then mixed with onion of fine dice
to the mixture, dont forget
dijon, and leaf of green...

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Choices

There are so many choices to be had
When ordering a sandwich

What kind of bread
What kind of meat or any meat
What kind of cheese or any...

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Songs of Louis
Capart
-by Bob Atkinson

simple phrases
satisfy

although messages
pass me by

deep within the
voice of sentiment

moves a heart toward
contentment


driving again down a
road

ample farms of crops
unknown

to Dijon up from
Paris

could...

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Beetle fobs on a trashed out war plane equals the dogma of a hidden few. Vessels whisper in a breeze. And no ant could utilise...

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