Long Dixon Poems

If you run into first smart 1970s feminist to become President Elect Hillary,
please relay this message,
if you would remain so kind
and thoughtful of our regenerative nurturing selves,
cooperating together.

I appreciate and applaud your ability to nurture...

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I was born fifty years ago on April 10th 1964
Looking back through the years I began to explore

My mama said when it was time for me to be born
I decided to come early and fast...

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Not too many decades out of college
I finally landed my first full-time job,
as a White House speech writer.

I know,
you would expect
I would not start at the top
and then claw
and grab
and snatch my way to the...

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I ask myself a rhetorical question regarding...
the durability, longevity, and tenacity of Homo sapiens,
after screaming headlines report one after another atrocity.

How did the human species manage to survive
with many means
of self destruction at their disposal?

Atomic...

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British Blues Explosion Live, a five-show tribute to Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, and Jimmy Page, records 14 songs.
The 2016 recording took place at Greenwich Music Time at the Old Royal Naval College in London.
Joe Bonamassa,...

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Off kilter

Yup
I sobered up
despite expressing regular
(unleaded and unlettered) 
urge to shtup
expunged courtesy 
system of a down
with shuga (mush)
and everything nice.

	The following crafted some time ago,
when empty nest syndrome 
pulled me psyche taut 
analogous to an...

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Milton was a person you couldn't help but like.
Almost every  time I wrote a Triolet
He'd stop by and visit and once said,
 "You know how I love the triolets!"
A gentle soul,  shared gentle...

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What nations would really benefit by a further split and a racial divide between black people and white people? Our national enemies, who are concentrating in increasing it, and causing a race war in the...

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Somewhere in her white house 
There was a gray future spouse 
Looking for cheese 
Doing as he please 
Enchanting accent came from the mouth 
A drawing sound noting the south 
Filled with luring charm 
Made...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side...

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THE MATRIARCH 
(In Memory of Eva Vescovi Dixon 1910-2010) 
by Tina (Vescovi) Lasley 

She was a Sister, Mother, Aunt and Friend 
Someone on whom you could always depend 
She was Counselor, Advisor, and Mentor to...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side...

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Dixon Bullinger braced himself against
another frozen blast of winter wind,
riding through the front range to Denver
where his family was a-waiting.

It was morning on Christmas Eve,
and he was a long time overdue,
but Boss McChord had paid...

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For half an hour Dix had rode true
when the canyon opened up wider.
In front of him five stubbly men
sat around a roaring fire.

The leader Dixon recognized,
as his sifted through Santa’s sack.
He was an outlaw known...

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after all the idiots who followed Camping
found themselves up shit’s crick
after May of 2011 &
after all the morons hoping & “praying”
that they would get a “get out of life free” card
with the ending of the...

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Hillary drives a vehicle to the south pole,
Gibson gives us the Flying V.
In football we can now score an extra two points,
and Legos blocks first hit the street.

50 inches of snow on Mason Dixon line,
no...

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Chicago to the North;                               ...

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Third Reign:

Her feeding heart and cold command
Enough to make you quit your band
Well, there’s only so much frostbite one can take
You’ve heard her bitter orders before
To leave your sandals outside her door
And go skating on...

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By: Gwen Dixon
For Rain, the Story

She drips ever so slowly, working her way down
Eying the world ever-so carefully from her tiny, gray cloud.
She wraps the world with cleanliness, washing away the sun.
Yet she can tear...

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They talk about how the country these days,
has fallen into such a Goddamn mess.
It’s worse than anyone has ever seen,
must have forgot the seventies, I guess.

They talk about how the ex-president,
did not do things the...

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Sad news
whence somber church bells peal n pews
packed tight to pay homage to Graham Dixon while each mourner doth rues
in due time exits the sepulchral chamber in ones or twos.

an untimely death 
  ...

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6/27/22

Still an Atheist
I'm a hypocrite for saying this
But don't ever think it's wise
To drink and drive

Looking at it with different eyes
Looking at it with different minds
Looking at it from different sides

All across the Mason-Dixon Line
To...

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The issue's not yet signed and sealed.
Three cogent answers hold the field,
and no-one knows which is the best.
I'll set them out before you, lest
the question go a-begging.
        ...

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"Them there stories
Twas the decade of worries
In the lower half, of the mighty Mo’
My grand-PaPa and em’ picked cotton
It twas below the Mason-Dixon Line;
Grand-pa always had an old cotton kerchief

Handkerchief
PaPa wipe his brow
Gave a loud...

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