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Lost Echoes - For Contest

Lost Echoes


lost echoes wander silent valleys
reverberations orphaned tones
disconnected from their source

long ceased – solemn call to prayer
wasted on the ears of the callous
dried on the clapper’s lips

no need to welcome revelers
invite the workers from their fields
the center of their lives resides elsewhere

frayed, dusty ropes hang muted
no hands to give them voice
soft winds and whispers fading

on the fallow fields of hope
dry, creaking, members
bowing under toneless weight

birds, undisturbed in their nesting,
coo in the conic complacency
of the hollow past

the world is deafened now
the last of the pealing bell tones -
lost echoes – wandering silent valleys


John G. Lawless
7/25/2015

submitted to –For whom the bell tolls – Poetry contest
sponsor – Debbie Guzzi

Categories: conic, environment, pollution, river,
Form: Free verse

Hyperbola

Curvature the plane to the point of distribution
Focus either latitude, asymptomotes are drawn;
Equalling hypotenuese with spiralling revolution
Discretely perpendicular to the course it set upon.

All prinicipals of axis are running through the centre
To rotate intersections where the vertices define;
A conic section tilted either left or right would enter,
Angled high perimeters where either halves entwine.

Visual the perspective where the foci separates
Each segment that establishes the gradual aim of low;
To benefit the lateral then where it penetrates
Is seen as the illusion and positions from below. 

Illusion us to pivot sense, redeem the scheme as wise,
By having this as constant, to do with each, obeys- 
The simple rule, coordinates whose will of gradual rise
Is probably a measured wrong, a hyperbolic maze.

Categories: conic, science, space, time, visionary,
Form: Rhyme

It's More Fun In the Philippines

Treasured land splendor and glory
Pearl of the Orient Seas
Soldiers of known most emotional people
Loving and hospitable in patriot's blood line
The secret of velvet Three Stars and a Sun.

Fortified highest kind of water
Hallowed island of more than
Seven thousand and one hundred seven
Proudly her alone no other can hold.
Through her God given treasures

The Rice Terraces of Banaue
Created more than 3000 years ago
Formed and sculpted with bare hands
My Ifugao ancestors
Giver of my calm sound of survival
Food for my body and soul
The best and will proudly shout my own.

The Tubbataha Reef
One of the largest virgin reef you'd dive
Over diversity of colorful sea creature
You'd see the heaven underwater.
The majestic Underground River,
As a seabirds sanctuary you'd be speechless
A UNESCO world heritage site.
Palawan's gift to its people.

The chocolate hills of glorious Bohol
Conical hills of limestone
Fragments of earth's unexplained laws
Home to the smallest monkey, the Tarsier,

The subtle  Mayon volcano of Albay
Most perfect conic one in the world
Proudly my motherlands finest
Her glory on the face of  beloved earth

Bathe your soul with the heaven by the sea
My best beach, one of the worlds brightest
The Boracay of Panay, best you won't regret
A soul's portrait of the skyline and sea.

Intellect, wisdom, skills and faith
Sun, earth, stars and sky of blue.
Falls, lakes, seas, and trenches
Bestowed by my loving motherland.
Visit and you'll see more  the best
Treasured land of splendour and glory
Of my Three Stars and a Sun.
Proudly my Pearl of the Orient Seas.

Categories: conic, adventure, holiday, nature, heaven,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Siliconed Soul

as things speed up 
at an ever faster clip
they're ready to interrupt
my mind's day nondescript
to mark my thoughts - every tiny blip

and keep them cross-indexed
in a clouded database
kept in the current context
never to be erased
their potential to be raised

and analyze my standard deviation
modeled with statistical certainty
from the belled median population
with a quartered sense of urgency
of sole life's complete transparency

what part of me is mine alone?
can I keep my dreams to myself?
I don't want my soul to be cloned,
duplicated on the data shelf
to increase capitalism's wealth

now every helix of my being
every nuance of my movement
everything's stored just in case
there's a need to erase and replicate
start me all over, guaranteeing

that, like heaven, I'll always exist
on Earthly stored mirror reflection
transcending my own transcendentalist
to be sliced into conic sections
and see if both parts can coexist

partitioned into their own zones
mirror, mirror on the net, let us make a little bet
they'll make me better with a clone
to never give worry or fear or threat
how good can become better an' better an' yet

the supplications for more and more given
ever increasing the prophets standard
inside the chip a much livelier livin'
hooking me to be pimped and pandered
leaving me left in today just hammered

my soul duplicated - my mind and body too
click to agree to fine print, installation is free
downloading too many selves to look through
to know if there ever even was, a real me
turning high aspirations to the lowest degree - money

© Goode Guy 2012-07-17

Categories: conic, computer-internet, introspection, life, me,
Form: Rhyme

Tinkling Bells

When it gets dark and the clock strikes twelve,
 Freezing winds pass blushing the silver bell.
 Snowballs move slowly like a trotting horse,
 Boisterous breezes push open the casements with force.

 Then from dark deep skies, under the clouds shed,
 With reindeers pulling the sledge, comes Santa in red.
 Long beard, pot belly, and conic hat on head,
 Holding the bag full of presents and spells moves to their bed.

 Adorned stags nod head and thump hoof,
 Snorts slowly as Santa ascends to roof.
 Springs into chimney, rests on floor,
 Hoofs clatter, bells tinkle bit more, as he opens the door.

 Twelve months, several weeks, the season comes to end,
 People wait every time for the like trend.
 New Year brings along fresh dusk and dawn,
 New plans made again, old ones are torn.

 Endows our wishes, presents us bliss,
 Santa bows down and gives our cheeks a kiss.
 Bestow gifts, making us cheer,
 Yaps aloud Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Categories: conic, faith, family, children, happiness,
Form: Dramatic Verse

Fruit Salad

Fresh
Regal
Ultimate
Iconic
Treat

Sweet
August
Luscious
Amazing
Delight



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on March 17, 2019 for contest LIGHT UP THE PAGE 3 sponsored by JOSEPH MAY  -  RANKED 3RD

Categories: conic, appreciation, food, fruit, sweet,
Form: Lanterne

A Familiar ~black Bird~

The sun spoke not a word to me,
its voice enshrouded by arrays
of ever thick'ning cumuli,
though silent too their whites and grays.

Peculiar not was such a sky,
save what I saw within its flow:
a solitary Nevermore--
the very same that tortured Poe.

It smeared the cloudy firmament;
foreboding was its lofty flight.
How very strange it was indeed
to see such pinions pierce the white.

What other reason could there be
for such a wicked thing to stray
but serve as devil's advocate,
for mortals did it see as prey.

And as I stood with eyes affixed
on morbid Nevermore's visage,
its conic maw let loose a caw;
twas not therefore a winged mirage.

Perhaps it wished to plague my soul,
the faculty of living flesh,
for that I knew it watched with zeal;
till madness rang, it wouldn't rest.

"Begone," I cried from humble earth,
"you shall not roost within my mind!
Return to hell from whence you came;
too strong am I for you to bind!"

Discern I did its ill intent,
and so elude I did its curse,
but still it looms on kindred days,
and for you I do fear the worst.

Much like the portrait-bound Sir Gray,
withhold your sight from whitened air
in which the candle has no tongue,
for such a wretched roof is where

misfortune's black familiar flies:
a crooked singing Satan's-eye!

Categories: conic, fantasy, people
Form: Ballad

Unwritten Absence - Contest

Unwrittten
Nocturnal
Wanderings
Reminiscent of
Iconic
Travellers
Traversing
Exuberant
Night where
Absence
Begets
Sullen
Emotions
Never
Carefully
Expressed

SS
18th September 2023
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Contest: Unwritten Absence
Sponsored by: Ink Empress
*WINNER* Placed 3rd

Categories: conic, absence, adventure, wisdom,
Form: Acrostic

Music

MUSIC
Are you listening to my miraculous music
Are you feeling anything in panic
This is not a TV Panasonic
The world is amazingly in conic
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando November 18, 2016

Categories: conic, allusion,
Form: Quatrain