Short Methodical Poems

Cat
Methodical, curious
Waiting, leaping, pouncing
Prey, Heart, Heart, Fear
Hiding, fearing, sneaking
Silent, scared
Mouse...

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A-void
N-asty
S-ickness'
E-pidemic
L-etting
M-ethodical

H-ygiene
O-bliterate
L-ung's
L-ethal
O-pponent

Topic: Birthday of poet Anselm Hollo (April 12) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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P-oet
A-uthors
M-ethodical
E-xpression
L-etting
A-crostic

M-essage
A-pply
R-egards
A-s
V-erse
I-nspirationally
L-ets
L-ines
A-dvance
S-weetness

Topic: Birthday of Pamela Maravillas (February 21) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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As I sit and look out,
I hear the soft cadence
of dripping eaves as
afternoon fades from the sky.
I’m completely mesmerized by the gentle sound
and the slow, methodical raindrops sliding down 
the splattered windowpane
... as twilight comes with rain....

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M-ethodical
E-xcellent
G-reeter
H-as
A-pplied
N-otable

F-orm
E-mploying
N-ame
W-ith
I-mpressive
C-omposer's
K-nown

B-rilliance
O-nce
L-itterateur
A-dvances
N-ice
D-esign

Topic: Birthday of Poet Meghan Fenwick Boland (September 27) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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methodical thinking...
without blinking...
foraging ahead.... 
to keep from sinking...
assailing the senses...
malodorous quenching...
tumultuous thoughts...
that are heart-wrenching
lackadaisical reasoning... 
nonchalant greetings...
that carry through...
with perceptive reasoning......

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Death
Shocking
Nothing left
Completely depleted
Feeling nothing
Walking through the funeral
Tears stormed up inside, hidden from all
Methodical zombie movements
Tears stormed up inside, hidden from all
Walking through the funeral
Feeling nothing
Completely depleted
Nothing left
Shocking
Death...

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Purple shadows dancing and laughing with clowns 
How does it matter when the grim reaper smiles
Vultures and dragons fly missed horizon
Parrots and cockatoos squawk talk through wireless connections Verizon ™
And when it's all said done
Methodical


2/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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Night time elves were lured out of crevices and caves,
Hearing the melodic pipe of the Moon Beam King.
Charismatic, he also pulled pixies out of shallow graves.
See those three faeries dancing around the tree ring?
They were brought to the mystical place to sing.
Moon Beam King gets away with it. He is one of fey’s faves....

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Swells of the ocean currents
Rolling in forward motion
Crashing upon rocks
Slow methodical
a non stop serenade
repeating repetition

A storm awakens
In it's fury and anger
Tosses and turns
Foaming at the mouth
Breaks free
Toil and trouble

In dark turbulent water
Dares all
who would venture
Beckoning souls
towards death
into unknown waters....

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VISIONS OF EVENING
Speculations,borderline prose
problems of style in methodical
exercises.
Reflections of a floating world 
night thoughts to memorize
and illume.
A vision of evening.

You may hear me recite this and most of my PS anthology(nearly 4000 poems) on YouTube under my pen name ichthyschiro.

Also Read my short forms @strand poet on twitter...

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Sitting and watching the ocean
As waves crash endlessly on shore
A timeless rhythm plays upon the sands
Motion that rolls round and round
Surging and reclining endlessly
The methodical lapping creates a beat
The natural sounds of mother nature
The rise and fall of the waves
Lull us into a hypnotic state
Giving a sense of tranquillity and peace.

17/04/16...

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Hills spectacularly methodical
favour melting snow an frozen tops
alight there; like a plume in motion
inspire optics an deepen desire
to believe in all natures grant
an swing in diamond caverns
feel autumn spring summer
cuddle winter an season spice
raise thou own chamber 
an sip bubbled pure silk water
breathe then worshiped air
an thank e're for grace given for e'er...

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Trim prim lawns
Glistening dew drops
In the summer sun
Trim slim blades
Evaporating raindrops
In the summer sun

I hail you suburbia!
You who can neatly replace nature's disorder
And transform it into a methodical scheme
Of meterical dwellings and measurable property
You who is prepared for the chopping of unruly grass so green
And the bagging of it all  in a plastic sack...

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A steep drowning 
in traffic of curves- 
       of legitimate sin.

It was a supergame 
of exotica. Witchcraft 
       was playing with light-

years. Are you still
hosting the life ? In 
       cracks and crevices of pain ? 

Very methodical. You were
devouring the death to
        become immortal. Were 

you serious about bount-
eous harvest ? Your alma mater,
         where you wrote your first poem.


Satish Verma...

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she has a meditative way of lulling me to sleep
such a quiet, gentle almost unheard lapping against the shore
in the most luxuriously honest way imaginable
there is a methodical beat to the ocean's tide at night
not a melody, but rather a honest regular tune of calm
she simulates my dream state and lulls me into dreamland
I shut my eyes, glad I am the only one on the beach
honored with her tune, feeling as if she is me, and I am her...

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Literally placed bush flowers in his hair,
He figuratively placed flowers in my hair.
Methodical giggles all around;
Whilst shaking prized petals down.

Downwards spiralling to the ground
Now sediments of floral mound
The clock it ceased forevermore
When love was such and sin was spore.

Braving and craving hence with wreath
All those flowers from beneath
Literally placed a wreath on his head
For such a king I breathed to bed....

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I thought my poem sedulous,
instead it turned out nebulous,
all who read, incredulous,
merit at best tenuous.

Its origin endogenous,
meter, rhyme preposterous,
spurious, anomalous,
muse morosely arduous.

Striving for poetical,
its words turned out pathetical,
useless and nonsensical,
amusement for the skeptical.

Might someone who’s methodical,
and skilled lexicographical,
allay its monotonical?
Odds against are astronomical....

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Staring at the ocean
as waves wash endlessly
upon the sandy shore
a timeless rythym 
methodical beats lapping
endlessly on the shore
surging and reclining
in non ending repetition
lulls you into a sleepy trance
once in a while a spray
takes you by surprise 
the calmness can fool
the change immediate
dark and dangerous
raging and foaming
the once calm
wild with anger
rocking and tossing
waves at great height
that can take a life....

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Here we sit 
In the lamp light
Of her sorry...
Waiting for death.

He will not come,
He is not welcome.

There is a methodical beat
In this tired old house.
It is his heart.
It is the Grandfather
Who sits bolt upright 
In the hall.

But death must not call,
He is not welcome.

She has carried life beyond
More than once;
Yet she sleeps to wake, to carry
Once again.

She bolts the door against death
Kisses him into the morning
And he will be there,
Warm and safe and old....

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