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Noel Onat Poem
through generations---
clan patronized eldest son
till women claimed rights
Patriarchy Contest
8 July 2015
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Life's purpose
Endowed by self-esteem
Partaking not of sheer recklessness,
But to hold deep values amidst shallow rivers
Is an imprint held by beliefs through crests of a new order;
Bend I shall not from the social mob of indifference--- my soul rises!
Prism Contest for nette onclaud
Noel Onat dated 24 Dec 2014
(Apologies for technical problems re alignment)
" It's My Life"-Bon Jovi
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Painted in twilight grey, the stars dangle low
over a far valley where willows bend
in a lone shade, creating lines of a face
disappearing from hazy
Upon stars, a wish holds this sigh
with yearning that you'll be here
to raise my eyes sunny as springtime
through your warmest afterglow.
Now I long for those days shimmering,
when the pond was our ripple of love
and how the waves would tremble
while I held the arms that waxed the night.
You never said your heart grew frail
as we ruffled through leaves of byways
mimicking voices on the radio
till lonely tunes stab me, dying along with you.
Faces Of Loneliness Contest
To Karen, my girlfriend of 3 years;
I would have married you.
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On occasion, I saw a tiny light from above
but it was masked by depression’s glove,
and the hands that were lovingly stretched out
were pushed away and messed all about.
But one trying day the sunbeam found me
and showed in a vision all I could be,
expressing if I wanted that prophecy to come true
there were some things that I needed do.
That round blink didn’t have a gloomy glow
as it guided me to a Savior in-the-know;
we talked over all my blues and greys
and finally I could see through my angst's haze.
A Place In The Sun Contest
For Gail Angel Doyle Jan 16, 2015
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This crazed boss pushes his ole luck
Mind's frenzy ticking like a clock;
As gut's livewire wants to explode
Rush of cusses now I shall load.
My pay is a low miser’s bag
While hard job has a large tag--
Stingy, lazy boss, he’ll remain
And there's nothing left to gain.
He jeers as overtime strays late
Keeping me on my desk, ingrate!
My turn for revenge, I will leave
All projects crushed, now DIE and GRIEVE!
Frenzy Contest 30 Nov 2016
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
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My neighbors name me 'Fisherman'
trying to feed the hunger of a town;
a body ravaged by merciless daylight
while hands allay hundred souls or more
Riding through hours, to catch food
children pray for bounty when eves break,
while nails strum guitars for a harvest
that would supply family bowls--
Like a guardian , I arrive late
dreary from roughened winds;
yet,I watch the folk under dark clouds
greeting me as the fisherman of our harbor.
What's In A Name Contest/ Silent One
Jan 18, 2017
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nomad’s caravan---
detours on an unknown place
taking new chances
Haiku On Probabilities
For Marvin Celestial's Contest
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June rainfall comes, jaybirds alight
waking the slumber of the night
treetops tremble; almost a fall
and windows creak like shadow's bite
ringing on walls-- a grumbled fight
while long prayers silence my call.
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Puppet
controlled by strings
heart led like useless pawn,
without options
Fake smiles
Masked by pretense
A fate tugged by slave's rope
owned by master
Threads of Syllables
Aquarian Form
Noel Onat
13 Apr 14
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The tree is here, still, in pure stone,
Yet my love wakes buoyant as morn
Her plump buttocks softly kneading
On sheets ,while the fragrant air quivers
To transform her rising silhouette---
Into a curve of day’s liquescent mounds.
From Noel Onat 26th Jul 2015
Complete the Lines
No.4---Pablo Neruda
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