Best Methodically Poems

In the intimate interlace of free will and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity, all that is.. is over in the stormy, swarming space of mere moments.

turbulence rises
as sun and clouds intersect -...

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Winter's Slumber Contest
Regina McIntosh

Winter's slumber has me in cozy places, warm and comforted
I am grateful for the wood fire that burns, many blankets I have
So many things to help me get through the bitter cold
The wind that howls through the woods and all the piles...

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Thathud, boom boom boom 
Thathud, boom boom boom
I listen
As drums beat in Africa
Voices rise above the pounding
Mourning 
Crying out for their lost
For their feverish
Helpless people dying one loving touch at a time
Ebola, your tears bring destruction
You methodically  make your way to the city
The river...

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The world's grey. Slowly, methodically,
Feathers from colorful birds have been burned.
Sheep in a fog on a snowy mountain.
One man thought uniformity equaled
Superiority, ugly furor.
Their ashes floated down all around us
There's no color left in this sooty world.
Beauty's palette swirled with color beckons.
Diversity screams for a...

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Blowing through a vast crevasse –
from whirling tempest; 
to calming balm on wounded skin;
to constant howl;
to sunlit kiss, onto warm lips –

I am a promise, 
to the girl who waits,     
within the cave, where no light shines;
where sucking blackness and decay
consumes...

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OK PD let me explain to you how it is why you are only successful because of me 
regarding all your supporters and sudden notoriety.
There I was. There was P D. 
I'd been around awhile, but not my little PD.
I had and still do have...

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When the time is right
one again will walk with you unaided
in an eon of age,
where promises are made
not to conform to life’s illusions.
Only now this earthly spirit
will not last forever,
the journey has been long, now weary,
and this pen is spent
needs to fade
into one’s own mitigation.
Yet...

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Pretty soon, night will fall upon the city,
And lives of crime animate spasmodically
As Gene Pitney croons “A Town Without Pity”
And the clubs and the gin joints open methodically.

Hepcat jazzmen smoke reefers, shoot junk,
The pimps clean their nails with switchblades laconically,
Fedoras pulled low as they mind-jive...

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Joyfully so, she seems to be my (our) biggest fan.
Absolutely wonderful, Jan's embodiments symbolize her awesome agenda.
Never does it fail, Jan shares free hugs—special gifts—maximum encouragers—orchestrated methodically scratching Souper's records, performing as our (my) poetic DJ.


My tribute: JAN ALLISON :
10-9-16

Awarded 1st place in contest submitted....

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Hello to the Soup




My name is Damien and I start my journey in the soup
I create words that riddle, rhyme, twist and loop.

Some folk say my name means The Evil One,
However for the record No I'm not The Prodigal Son.

I am just your normal everyday...

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From the world
of Unspeakable
Delights, here you
come 
walking and swaying down the
aisle - blessed
with sweetness and bathed
in tenderness - boldly
naked before
me

Anointed with 
royal
charisma and power, you
trick me with your 
silvery 
voice and jolly disposition for
one 
more chance to stare at
me uncompromisingly and
methodically 
hand searching my soul...

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Unusual day
There’s a strange scent in the wind,
Unfamiliar scent.

I feel eyes on me.
Carefully hidden from view,
I glance at my land.

Something is different.
A unique smell, a snapped twig.
I grow gypsy ears.

Survey horizon,
Slowly and methodically.
I am being watched.

The ground is barren.
Cold, stiff, and frozen.
So February.

Tiny glints of...

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He crawled methodically up the stairs
A man of six foot four

To what would become his death bed
As he did each night as before

He insisted at being at dinner
With the family while he still could

His family no longer argued the point
Of what he shouldn't or should

I...

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Full moon nigh
Has an eerie feel
Dark clouds mystify
Pathway of the surreal.

Raindrops echo steadily
With each and every step
I continue on methodically
While shadows by me crept.

Full moon nigh
Damp fog rolling near
Heightened senses intensify
The woods become austere.

Through my hair, a gentle brush
Breeze or ghostly presence
Upon my skin, icy...

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Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's harmony,
lays waste to life on land and sea.
Mankind, thy name is vanity!

By doubting Nature's regnancy,
defying laws with levity,
we strain our...

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