Noel Horlanda

Rookie (Sep 12,1941 / Bohol, Philippines)

Love Lost - Poem by Noel Horlanda

Heavens so bright early morn’
Phone rings inside dorm
Her voice tickles me more
Makes my eyes’ adore
The long hot summer
Makes me sweat but somber
Hot as microwave oven
She gives me a haven
But gone is the lust
After which love lost

New found love
It would be hard job
Obeisance to her wishes
Hate to wash grimy dishes
Do laundry, cooked for her
Polished floors down under
Drive her daily to salon
Didn’t leave me alone
‘Til I’m full and grumble
Love lost, on the double

Double yester, now triple
Couldn’t afford quadruple
Got to be careful
Or I’d be like a waterfall
Nowhere to go but to despair
Man needs a perfect pair
Can’t find true love? Get a pet
Hold her under your armpit
Treat her good, feed her well
No love lost, it rings the bell


Comments about Love Lost by Noel Horlanda

  • (5/28/2010 2:26:00 AM)


    Sir …in your observation you’re jilted…

    But as a woman I can say where true love grows no lust, jewelry, hi-fi living women want…

    We’ve to Scope was I wrong/right? Like ‘Look Thyself’…thanks for sharing
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK
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  • (4/24/2010 4:38:00 AM)


    Excellent poem, Noel (Report) Reply

  • Abnish Singh Chauahan (4/24/2010 3:00:00 AM)


    Well expressed. who knows when the bell would ring! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010



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