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. Shane 2/4/2010
10. Nonet: Flora 2/27/2010
11. Haiku: At Night 2/27/2010
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. The Shadow Of Death (In The Cracked Mirror) 12/4/2009
18. Senryu: Comic 3/9/2010
19. The Eleven Angels # 11 10/20/2009
20. The Eleven Angels # 7 9/24/2009
21. The Eleven Angels # 5 9/18/2009
22. The Eleven Angels #2 9/9/2009
23. The Red Beast 3/13/2009
24. The Curse Of Drugs 2/8/2009
25. Unto Us A Nation Is Born 3/26/2010
26. Sons Of The Mighty 6/20/2010
27. Haiku: Selene 4/10/2010
28. Love Lost 4/24/2010
29. The Wind 3/23/2009
30. Summertime 4/6/2009
31. Two Virgins 5/30/2009
32. The Eleven Angels #1 9/4/2009
33. I Want To... 1/11/2010
34. My Valentine Date 1/30/2010
35. The Eleven Angels # 6 9/21/2009
36. Acrostic: Summer Memories 3/24/2010
37. First Love 1/27/2010
38. Arabian Sun 3/19/2009
39. My Girl, My Woman, My Lover 2/26/2009
40. Visualization 3/12/2009
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 ...

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The Red Beast

Fall in love with her at first sight,
the color, flaming red so bright,
red as a ripen apple, the blinding light
of the summer sun.

She sat there with all her splendor,
the sexiest thing for a vendor
to own; displaying all her galore,
one could only sigh profoundly.

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