Armless Chef
A tribal conflict opened doors
For unexpected tragedy
Fate so cruel ran Her course
And caught Her victims easily.
A lass of mere seventeen
Too young to lose her future
But blind is Violence unseen
And the times ahead unsure.
Intruders came, got her cornered
Her arms raised in defense
Then cries of pain were all they heard
Her arms were cut, it made no sense!
Her loss was partial as her spirit lived
She learned to gain her victory
Healed her life, in Faith believed
So she earned a degree in the Culinary.
An armless chef, what a wonder!
Can she even handle a kitchen knife?
Yet seeing her, shames all whiners
Realizing they have much more in life!
A five star hotel boasts of her skills
Awards and recognitions came her way
Her steadfast Hope, rage could not kill
Her story inspires us to this day.
T his is a true story of a Filipina well known chef and Culinary Arts expert who lost her arms in a tribal conflict, but rose from her tragedy and gained awards and recognition for her excellence in her chosen field. She also forgave her assailants and her action brought about the much needed peace in her village.
Cynthia Buhain Baello
June 23,2012
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The Answer
When life seems lost and oh, so empty
And all that's left is hopelessness
When even Love turns cold and dreary
And ever elusive is Happiness
There is a way, in faith believe
That He will always hear your prayer
The peace for sure you will receive
Christ Jesus is the only Answer.
He is the Way, the Truth, the Life
You will be made a new creation
He is our victory in strife
In Him alone is there Salvation!
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'I have come that they might have life....and have it abundantly.'
(John 10: 10)
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
October 10,2011
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Life Story
To Hope is life's necessity
To dream is Freedom sought,
Each day is Opportunity
Another step to Growth.
To Love is truly caring
Affection pure and good
And Faith in God believing
His Grace is spirit food.
To try again is Courage
And to work is Dignity
Thus recorded in our page
This is our Life Story.
-
February 2,2010
Tarlac City Philippines
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Cynthia Buhain- Baello
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If You Must Run, Run To Him
If you must run, run to Him
With loving arms He will take you
Give light to your life that's so dim
He is the God Whose Word is true.
For we are all sons prodigal
Lost stubborn sheep a-wandering
But He promises us life eternal
His Grace alone is what we're missing.
If you should cry, cry to Him
He knows your heart and all its pains
He will fill it up to the brim
With Peace and Joy for you to gain.
If you are lost, be found by Him
He'll cure your pride and all your blindness
His Presence then will dwell within
For He alone is perfect happiness.
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A Father's Legacy
My Father's words are my legacy
He gave the pen of ardent writing.
The love for books and careful study,
And wealth of knowledge gained by reading.
The gift of painting self portraits
In oil and watercolor mediums
As artist he had various traits
That lingers now like sweet perfume.
He taught me best the gift of laughter,
Sincerity in friendships made,
In conflict silence is much greater
And cursing he always forbade.
'Strive to gain sound education
Value work and your family
Respect the race of any nation
Live well your life with integrity.'
He never schooled at parenting
And he may not be a perfect one
Through all mistakes and human failings
He lived this life an honest man.
He passed the torch and made life rich
By leaving me with all these lessons
Though in my heart I suffer grief
His love and memory will live on.
God bless you Daddy, you're the best!
With love and thanks - goodbye!
You've made the mark and passed your test
And now with angels you can fly.
FOR YOU DADDY ****
Vicente de Jesus Buhain Jr.
April 27,1920 - May 5,2009
FROM CYNTHIA
'And after my skin has been destroyed,
yet in my flesh I will see God.'
(Job)
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Copyright May 5,2009
Philippines
Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Pointless War, Senseless Deaths
Twelve out of sixteen killed were defenseless
Nine were children, three were women
To kill them while sleeping, it makes no sense
But this tragedy is a really bad omen.
A Pandora's box of seething hate now opened
Damage control cannot cool down the rage
The gap has now irrevocably widened
The Dragon of terror is let out of the cage.
As pointless as the sands that grace the place
Flown by angry winds of lost directions
Such is the war whose cause we cannot trace
It is wiser to leave, lest Death take the options.
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Just When I needed You
Was it the twist of Fate
Or a wink of Destiny
Or the humor of fleeting Chance
That Love brought you to me?
It was a time of sadness
And this heart had so much pain
But you came and filled it with gladness
Yes, to love again was not in vain.
The second Love they say is best
Now I believe that is really true
And all my hurts were put to rest
For you came... just when I needed you!
I love you and thank you!
--
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
August 16.2010
Philippines
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Yourself
Sometimes
You need to forgive
Yourself.
Choose to
Forget and smile
At the Past,
For no erasers
Were invented
To correct it.
Lessons learned
Mold you
For the days
Ahead,
So love
Yourself
And be free...
Be you.
Cynthia Buhain Baello
September 1,2012
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Jesus Our Victory
Search no more in human wisdom
Nor live in wasted emptiness
For when to Jesus you would come
In Him alone, is Happiness.
His Love and Mercy you'll receive
The gift He paid for on the Cross
Just call to Him, in faith believe
He heals your pain, your hurts, your loss.
Yes, He alone rose from the dead
In Power showed His Victory
On death, He is the Living Bread
The One Who reigns through eternity!
He comes to all who would receive Him
His Gift of Life, Salvation free
Light of the world in darkness dim
Prince of Peace, our Jubilee!
'Then Jesus declared, 'I am the Bread of Life. He who comes to Me will never go hungry, and he who believes in Me will never be thirsty.'
(John 6: 35)
'I am the Light of the World.' (John 9: 5b)
'Jesus said to her, 'I am the Resurrection and the Life. He who believes in Me will live, even though he dies...' (John 11: 25)
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 6,2011
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Death Comes To Any Age
There is one story that makes me shudder
And so with care I live each day
It is about a mother and a daughter
Who went to a mall for her birthday.
The mother promised the eight year old
For a cellphone as her requested gift,
Excited to call her Dad, she was told-
As they crossed a street, she ran so swift.
The daughter had crossed ahead and saw
That her mother was left at the other side
And so like a child she ran back although
The lights had changed for the street so wide.
The lights turned to green and it was a 'go'
As all vehicles started to go running
Cars and trucks speeding traffic flow
Not seeing the small child who was just then crossing.
The truck driver saw her but it was too late
The brakes did not have the time to hold
The little girl met her untimely fate
As the truck ran over that eight-year-old.
The hysterical mother went into shock
Seeing her child's brains on the pavement
In grief she almost had a heart attack
Screamed in tears all her anguished lament.
The lesson here that Death teaches us all
One may be eighty or be eight-year-old
But when He chooses to give us a call
With Him, there's no young and there's no old.
This is a true story that happened in our city in front of a big mall. All who witnessed the tragedy were affected by it.
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February 3,2010
Philippines
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Dear Heart
If I could have another life
I hope I'd find you there
Perhaps the love would then be right
And you'll be my answered prayer.
If I could have another life
You know that I will do my best
To reach for you and set my sight
With you, I know my heart will rest.
But life comes only once and then
All that remains is emptiness
My love has died and never given
A chance for it to gain happiness.
What matters now in eternity
Without you all is darkened pain
There is no dawn of hope to see
Your love, my dear heart, once again.
Copy right Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 25,2010
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The Naked Chef (poem/lyrics)
I'm attempting to be nouveau
and trying to update
all my culinary skills
to the modern way.
I really don't like swearing
but chefs, these days all swear,
I'm trying hard to master it
but I don't really care
for I'm becoming expert
at cooking in the nude
although it can be messy
and it feels a little rude.
Before I use my mixing bowl
I discard skirt and top
stockings slip down easily
and then the rest comes off.
Whipping cream is risky
and makes an awful mess
it flies about all over me
and lands upon my - chest
Of course I take a shower
after every single dish
But I must say that it's worth it
being naked and a chef
Before I use my mixing bowl
I discard skirt and top
stockings slip down easily
and then the rest comes off.
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When Eagles Fall
They will fall and not know why
Disaster ruled their beloved land
When Truth and Faith allowed to die
God released them from His Hand.
So They will crawl and eventually die
Their cries and pleas will be in vain
This nation lost, their God deny
Had pledged a partnership with Pain.
Their profane words that degenerate
Their cursive writing that sealed their fate
Like soaring eagles shot with arrows
Swift is their fall and much is their sorrow.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 2,2010
Philippines
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For John and Wayne
We all had past regrets
But take a moment's pause
The pain we must forget
And the scars these may have caused.
With hope, we move on forward
Unhindered by those hurts,
For the future holds rewards
And ways to regain self-worth.
Each passing day is ours
A chance to win our battles-
Though with age, Time's quickening hours
May soon take us out of the hurdle.
As a friend and a fellow soldier
We hold friendship in the battle of life
With our God and with all our prayers
We'll find victory through all the strife!
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 22,2010
Philippines
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Sleep (Double Acrostic)
S weet, refreshing Comfort beckonS
L ulls with soothing calm as Dreams now calL
E ach part of me to gentle Rest and slumbered easE
E mbracing mind and thoughts to needed PeacE
P erhaps there find a new day's strength to keeP.
Cynthia Buhain Baello
August 29,2012
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The Bible
For forty years I was blind
Till I read the Book where there I find
The Wisdom to live and do what's right
Your Words were Truth, they were Light.
They fed my spirit and guided my way
I now read my Bible everyday!
Copyright: Cynthia Buhain-Baello
June 27.2011
Philippines
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Blues, No Rhythm (Cinquain)
Broken
Is he who lost
The will for life and love
To hold the future in his heart
With hope.
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June 5,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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I Cry For Children Caught In War
I cry for children caught in war
In my heart their death's a scar
That hurts and pains me through the years
I try to weep these silent tears.
Regrets that they can't run away
To safer places, there to play
Lost legs, lost hopes, their lives aborted
War is the sickle that has harvested
Innocent victims with no defense
Giving reasons that make no sense.
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Finding My Reason For Life
In the depths of my despair
Drowned by endless nagging tears
My life in pain was laid bare
So lost in mounting fears.
Because of the ones I loved
With a strong will I made a choice
I turned to the God above
In surrender heard His voice.
Now I live for those who love me
And for the good that I can do
For life is not to be selfishly
Lived with no purpose, that is true.
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Despite everything I've achieved in my life, the culinary awards, the military commendations, the honorary degrees, I have never, ever lost sight of what's truly important. The thing that gives meaning to these triumphs. Someone to share them with. A companion. A help mate. A wife.
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Before You Go
Like leaves that fell, never to return
Those dearly departed have gone away
And we who remain continue to yearn
For the human ties we still miss today.
Resolve then to make much needed peace
With those who are here to embrace
Words be said to make conflict cease
All of life's bitterness now erase.
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