Short Dixon Poems

Have you tried the Kix
much, much, better than Trix
When it hits milk, smoother than Silk
You'll know where I get my fix

-Robert Dixon...

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I'm dreaming of fantastic hurt
to my stomach which once was inert.
A cringe of the can,
the binge of the man
consumed by a beverage called Squirt.


Robert Dixon
10/29/2011
The "Pick a beverage, any beverage..." contest....

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Flibbety Shibbety
Gwendolyn Geritrude
Blackened the windows with
curtains so plain.

Neighborly aesthetic
peri-precautiously
people all decided
she was insane. 



Robert Dixon
My attempt at Double Dactyl.
Let me know what you think.  
Constructively....

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He stood on stage silent,
his presence was violent,
his body trembled in fear.
A slight puff of grey smoke,
His sharp words came out choked,
"I'm certain I'll disappear."
The magician's fierce stare,
The dark theater's seats bare,
"Another crowd gone, Oh Dear."

Robert Dixon
10/13/2011
Balassi Contest...

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An autumn dream of pure white snow,
interrupted by a strong wind's blow.
Wakes me from my deep, dark slumber,
Up I stand and start to lumber.

O'er hills like brown-orange pills,
Summer's faded, Autumn stills, 
The fragile leaves around my feet,
Are my heart; it's Autumn beat. 


Robert Dixon
10/20/2011...

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Some kids play soccer.
Some go out for a mocha.
I, however, chew my DIXON Ticonderoga.

I look out the window
and cringe in disgust.
They're fighting over a basketball and making a fuss.

I just nibble at my eraser.
Happy as can be

Well, I am kind of friendless.

And I’m often lonely.


Oh who am I kidding! This is the life, baby!...

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Abraham Lincoln was America's Unexpected Jesus
Booth spilled this stream of blood along the Mason-Dixon line
Calls for forgiveness and reunion since the Gettysburg Address
Did bring out the better angels of our natures in 1865
Eventually celebrated in Memorial Day since 1866
Few nations in civil wars or uncivil, have a Lincoln or Jesus...

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saw panorama
of slavery  as a drama
sharing stamina

in states which are red
away from we quickly sped
stay would rather be dead

what we always need
fire burn bright when we feed
from slavery be freed

did have much anguish
Mason Dixon does distinguish
what we relinquish

it is our belief
our slavery we want relief
from suffering and grief...

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It was the selfish men who tore the country apart,
For they had no love for Lincoln nor people at heart.
A line called Mason Dixon was keeping both sides apart, 
And in 1861, the Civil War battles began to start.

In 1865, a  peace mandate was finally brought in, 
But  Black's down in the South had not forgotten.
It was the end of slavery and elite slave trade plottin',
When  former slaves told their masters, "Go pick your own damn cotton"....

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He
is she,
which can be
Anybody.

The number is three
as everyone can see.
The people all vote for me
and I am the only one free.

If it means you listen to my plea,
then follow us all old and young to sea.

There we will drown and all pretenders will flee,
For this is the source of my immortality.

Robert Dixon
This time I added a syllable for every line.  I only could reach twelve and keep it sensible.  
Let me know what you think.
Thanks!...

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Seeing the mosses hanging from the trees. 
Feeling the warm and gentle breeze. 
Smell that fragrant scent from the magnolia trees. 
Touch the rich soil tha lies beneath my feet. 
I hear a rhythm and blues melody that sounds so sweet.
I miss those things that are so fine.
Let me go back below the Mason-Dixon Line. 
The south is the place I used to call home. 
I want to return there and no longer roam.

inspired by another member's poem
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