Noel Horlanda
Noel Horlanda Poems
Before the break of dawn each side prepared battle plans
in a bright bonfires burnt til’ sunrise,
Strategy drawn on sand not on a piece of paper,
indigenous warriors rallied about the Datu,
...
IImbricated clouds cloaks blasted sunset
Brings memories of yesteryears
Glorious past flashes back on set
Gives my first vision, tears
...
Pyro, Fuego, Fire,
It’s a power, a strength,
A source of light,
Luminescent as solar energy,
...
Red, white an’ blue
Three golden stars an’ a sun
Symbol of sovereignty
Seal of authority
...
A young bird sat on tree branch,
looks here and there,
as if nothing to do
Confused whether to scream
...
Swing here, swing there
To and fro
Hold on tight altogether
We’re taking off bro?
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Come into this world
Oh naked child
Cry not for mater’s love
Innocent you
...
Wiser now, ready to mount,
Draws sword, charges forward,
Marches in tantrum, nev'r look backward,
Aging cannot daunt
...
Perfumes starry night
wafts the air, florid scent
wraps round svelte neck
of a Lady’s knight
...
(1) Is like lightning bolt splits heaven in half
(2) It shakes the earth in moments laugh
(3) Causes onerous rumbling sound
(4) Sways ev’ry thing around
...
A true friend isn’t really your father,
isn’t really your mother,
isn’t even your sister or brother,
not even a son or a daughter,
...
An acrostic (from the late Greek akróstichis, from ákros, 'top', and stíchos, 'verse') is a poem or other form of writing in an alphabetic script, in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or a message.
Far down South China Sea
Indigenous brave men and women lives
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Looking up the blue sky
Cloudless and bright
It’s time to think ‘bout you
Could see your ev’r smiling face
...
Born are we poor or rich
Humbly dressed but not hungry
Vagrant aren't we, arms outstretched
Can’t afford to be angry
...
A bunch of red roses,
box of dark chocolate,
A jewelry chest,
music box,
...
When ol’ man a lonely,
he needs one an' only,
loyal mate a cheerful,
all the way a blissful
...
Walking down valley ways
Across meadows, creeks,
Upon lagoons, moonlight bays
Russet twigs breaks
...
(A tribute to the late Pres. Cory Aquino
1933-2009)
In ev’ry light post on an avenue
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Noel Horlanda Biography
I am a Filipino by birth. I have a Bachelor in Business Administration degree from the University of the East, Manila,1963 and some post graduate work (Master in Business Administration) from the University of San Carlos, Cebu City,1978. From 1983 to 1991 I worked as a Division Secretary for King Khaled International Airport in Riyadh, KSA. In 1992 to 1997 I worked for British Aerospace, Plc. Riyadh Headquarters, KSA as Administrative Officer. Before this I was a medical representative for a pharmaceutical company, sales specialist for a US based consumer company and as Asst Purchasing Manager of a food processing company. I'm now a retiree, a permanent resident in Cebu City, Philippines, have four siblings. As pass time I love to write fiction and short stories, poems and various articles.)
The Best Poem Of Noel Horlanda
Battle Of Mactan 1521
Before the break of dawn each side prepared battle plans
in a bright bonfires burnt til’ sunrise,
Strategy drawn on sand not on a piece of paper,
indigenous warriors rallied about the Datu,
loin cloths and colorful headbands as armor,
long blades, bamboo spears, wooden clubs
common weapons of their generation
dependent on brav’ry an’ muscle power
ready to die n’ defense of their island bastion,
pledges nev’r on bended knees, bowed their heads
before strange monarchs and gods.
Battle of Mactan about to begin
Galleon ridin’ bearded enemy, well equipped,
big an’ tall, equally brave n’ shining armor,
under their watchful eye eager to landfall,
confident to defeat nescience Indios
An hour after sunrise, cannon balls rained on shore,
villagers pother here and there, burnin’ flames,
screamin’, seekin’ safety somewhere,
mingled with laughter, curses comin’ from foe
Cloud of arrows, spears, stones showered on deck in reprisal
The Explorer led his army to attack,
aggressors, defenders met midstream
Battle of Mactan had begun!
Fearless stone liked men assembled on rocky shores,
behind thick soot shouts, hollers one could hear,
geared up to exchange steel for steel, blade for blade,
soldiers from nev’r land they didn’t know where,
bloody appendages began to litter on the florid beachwater,
cries of pain, braves nev’r to surrender or retreat
finally both chiefs met, thin n’ thick steel glimmers
under the heat of the solarman,
nerves cracked under super strength
sweat, tears poured over twisting faces,
man to man, chieftain to chieftain
‘til someone dropped dead like a fly
Native arsenals an’ clinched fists quaked in the air,
a victors’ loud wail prevailed over the etiolate seashore,
the seemingly endless fray started to capitulate
when miscreant clamber back to where they were,
outnumbered, outfought, outmaneuvered they claimed
a powerful nation on bended knees, bowed in disbelief
ignoble chieftain looked on the fallen Grandee
only to behead Magallanes, the vanquished
while Lapulapu the champ raised up his kampilan in the air,
yelled the historic words, echoed thru valleys an’ seas,
“Death to the invaders, I bow to no one only to my people.”
At same day foreigners left the bay forlorn,
yet promises to avenge comes glorious mornin’
That day came but the Battle of Mactan is well remembered
APRIL 27,1521
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