Best Methodic Poems

An Empty Kingdom 

The news did spread, a kingdom’s will
For sorrow placed its shadowed hand
‘Pon castle steps the crowd did fill
As heart break took a firm command

The skies, a darkened clouded stain
As children wept in mother’s fold
Now lost amidst a dismal rain
This hour of sadness...

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FROM THE MOMENT THAT SHE MET HIM 
SHE WAS AWESTRUCK!!! 
HE HAD THE WORDS, HE HAD THE CLOTHES, HE HAD THE LOOK 
HE HAD THIS SMOOTH, UNCANNY WAY 
THAT EASED HIM RIGHT THROUGH HER DEFENSES 
THAT LEFT HER DANGLING, HELPLESS...FROM HIS HOOK 
SHE WAS A...

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Like a sweet child in ballet
 toe steps glide across the archway,
A graceful pirouette holding breath and heartbeat
 balanced then suddenly rising like modern athletes.

A rhythmic cadence hustles across the days
 when life is simple and living all game play,
Then the day waltzes methodic 3/4...

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Doc Holliday truly amazing
Sick to death and two six guns blazing
Though his blasting appeared not to be phasing
The calmness of his gelding equine’s grazing

This be the glory, how the west was won
By house of ill repute, and the six gun
Plenty of action, was never boring
Funeral...

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“Ronald Gene Simmons” death’s synonymous,
   This methodic demon murdered the lot!
      The executioner, autonomous,
        Not a family member aware of plot!     
Grandchildren’s redemption, a rain barrel!
 ...

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Chaotic or Methodic

If alcoholic,
Or Catholic who is chaotic 
Are they robotic?

Jim Horn...

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The feeling of comfort

Is one of the most incredible and humbling

Emotions that has ever flooded through my veins

And caressed every nerve in my body.



Having all of your troubles be lessened

And the ache of your troubled heart soothed

By opening your mind and expelling your sorrows

To someone...

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Sometimes, whispered voices off in the distance
 echoes calling spirits, hearts, souls of the past
listen to messages without resistance.

Set in the oceans and the seas, land held fast
 inner voices christened in hearts of the earth
questioning will men learn of the harm they cast?

There appears...

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Small towns slowly awaken with the rising dawn
Methodic rhythms of routine move you along
A care-free track of vague irrelevance
The setting sun tucks your life away
Into carefully maintained homes
The town slows to a heartbeat
The night lulls you to sleep
With a final sigh
You start to dream
Perhaps of
Something
More

created...

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Four thirty in the morning
   I am wide awake with no desire to sleep again.

Rising this early brings forth visions of a solitary kind
   and passing time in shaky, cloudy pictured rewind
   of nuns, brothers, priests in their self...

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The doves arrive,  gentle creatures
 heads bobbing as they walk,
  plucking stray seeds blown free across the ground.
Paired matches, clutching together
 in the softly shadowed rays
  of early morning sun to welcome the day.
Peerless counterparts,  solitary and alone
 scanning the demarcation...

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Now, come cooler days,
   wind riding on morning haze
   and the once cloudless clear skies
   find billowy puffs in uncovered lies.
A sudden wind and rain storm
   teases the earth to resurface, be reborn
   but the...

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Noise
Life is so full of noise.

Perhaps, even before the moment of birth
 the noise, the sounds of living begin
 inundating each second of our becoming,
 into our very existence and life.

Tears and crying, pain and heartache are not the start
 those moments at conception are...

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I watched as she dropped down
 that full six-foot wingspan graced the air around
that slipped in quiet, somehow silenced in the cold gray steel
 and suddenly again, she was here, looking for another meal.

The great blue neck stretched up while below her leggy feet
 slowly...

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Every day, questions arise anew,  
Who would you prefer, AI's blessing or curse, happiness, or me true? 

He spent his life in a methodic trance,  
Solving problems with algorithms, in a perpetual dance.  
Dreaming of AI to crack century-old codes,  
In...

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