Noel Horlanda

Rookie (Sep 12,1941 / Bohol, Philippines)

Noel Horlanda Poems

1. Nyctophobia - Afraid Of The Dark 3/8/2009
2. The Eleven Angels #3 9/11/2009
3. The Eleven Angels #4 9/14/2009
4. The Eleven Angels # 8 9/29/2009
5. The Eleven Angels # 9 10/1/2009
6. The Eleven Angels # 10 10/9/2009
7. Soap Bubbles 12/15/2009
8. Louise (Yo’ Weren’t Born In My Time) 1/27/2010
9. Nonet: Flora 2/27/2010
10. Haiku: At Night 2/27/2010
11. Shane 2/4/2010
12. Senryu2: Inebriated 4/13/2010
13. Nonet: Tee Off 4/13/2010
14. Fame, The Flower 8/26/2011
15. Acrostic: What Is It? 4/18/2010
16. Zanzibar & Merlin 2/16/2010
17. Haiku: Selene 4/10/2010
18. Sons Of The Mighty 6/20/2010
19. Senryu: Comic 3/9/2010
20. The Shadow Of Death (In The Cracked Mirror) 12/4/2009
21. The Eleven Angels # 11 10/20/2009
22. The Eleven Angels #2 9/9/2009
23. The Eleven Angels # 5 9/18/2009
24. The Eleven Angels # 7 9/24/2009
25. The Red Beast 3/13/2009
26. The Curse Of Drugs 2/8/2009
27. The Wind 3/23/2009
28. Summertime 4/6/2009
29. Two Virgins 5/30/2009
30. The Eleven Angels #1 9/4/2009
31. I Want To... 1/11/2010
32. My Valentine Date 1/30/2010
33. Unto Us A Nation Is Born 3/26/2010
34. Love Lost 4/24/2010
35. The Eleven Angels # 6 9/21/2009
36. First Love 1/27/2010
37. Arabian Sun 3/19/2009
38. My Girl, My Woman, My Lover 2/26/2009
39. Visualization 3/12/2009
40. Gone Forever 2/6/2009
Best Poem of Noel Horlanda

Man Vs Woman

They say:

In every man’s success,
There is a woman behind,
In every man’s downfall,
There is always a woman involved,
A woman without a man
Is nothing
But a woman, her man,
Is nothing

I will add to that:

In every woman’s love,
Is man’s happiness,
A voluble woman,
Is man’s shame

And I will further said:

A man’s wealth,
Is every woman’s dream,
A man’s generosity,
Is every woman’s extravagance

Therefore:

Man is always in the defensive,
Woman is always in the offensive,
Or, is it the ...

Read the full of Man Vs Woman

Visualization

Looking beyond on a pinnacle,
there appeared an outline, something,
transfigured into structure of concrete posts,
seeing through framed glass windows, massive doors,
beyond imagination in all splendor stood before me,
immaculately white, indescribable, perfect!
one couldn’t accept, it’s incredible, horrendous,
whispered to myself, could this be all mine? Am I that rich?
I started taking small steps, nearer, sweating cold,

[Report Error]