At Sixty
At sixty, one will surely find
There is a very little trace
Of fleeting dreams in aging minds -
What's left is just some empty space.
At sixty, one finds excess time
For sadness and regrets,
For unshed tears were lost in years -
A place gray memories are set.
At sixty, there is little hope
To mend the pained and broken heart,
The failing sight now try to grope
At all the prospects that depart.
At sixty, prayers lost and said
Like ghosts now randomly returning -
Each night, as one there lays in bed
To God his peace he will be making.
'To man belong the plans of the heart,
But from the Lord comes the reply of the tongue.'
Proverbs 16: 1
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
July 24,2009
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Remnants
Agonizing memories
Afflict the crushed, saddened soul
Fleeting thoughts of intimacies,
Shades of love no longer whole.
Those sweet fragances and scents -
With soft music, their own song,
Witness now that love is absent,
Tell her where she once belonged.
Letters left are now tear-stained
Photographs like ghosts of past,
Remains of a heart deeply pained
Remnants of a love that was.
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 8,2010
Philippines
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Sexy AT Sixty
I was fit and feisty at fifty
It was no big deal
Because that's how half a century
Is supposed to feel.
In my sixties I'll take stock
Start making new plans
Ignoring all the cant's
Embracing all the can's.
Can I be sexy at sixty?
And try all the fashion and fads
Wear stockings an suspenders
And Joan Collins shoulder pads.
I can deal with sexy at sixty
And wear Vivienne Westwood clothes
Dress up and go out on the town
Wearing all my buttons and bows.
I'm going to be sexy at sixty
I'll wear Gok Wan lingerie
Find myself a toy boy
Then maybe lead him astray.
Swift and sexy at sixty
When I get my Jimmy Choos
Dancing the night away
To the sound of Rhythm and Blues.
Oh! I want to be sexy at sixty
Cause age is a state of mind
I'm preparing my body at keep fit
So as not to be left behind.
But first I have to deal with
Old skin, bad teeth, grey hair
Then remove the unwanted growths
From just about everywhere.
Then! I'll definitely be sexy at sixty
And undoubtedly done it all
The only problem is that most of it
I simply won't recall.
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Mom
The years have not been really kind
Between us are the cruel miles,
I long to hold you and ease your mind,
And be with you even for a while.
The news about your health has numbed me-
Hazy thoughts prevent the tears.
I hope that from pain you are free
Though I'm tormented by these fears.
Five months ago we bid farewell
To your son, my loving brother,
And after that we could not tell
That Dad will follow just a month after.
The scores that Cancer had so taken
Leave us drained with no strength to call.
My heart is wrenched and I am broken,
Too pained to even cry at all.
And now it's you Mom, in its grip-
And Age is no longer your best friend,
Sorrow escapes from this daughter's lips
As dreadful days usher the end.
Mom, I love you... and how I miss you-
All I can give are my fervent prayers,
Whatever God's will is for you
I know He'll keep you in His faithful care.
Robert Buhain Sr. (Nov.18,1951 - March 14,2009)
Vicente Buhain Sr. (April 27,1920 - May 5,2009)
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July 6,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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A Kind of Love Not Needed
Flickering shadows
Memories of the past
Gray tomorrows
Promises do not last
Fading words you said
Leave sad empty feelings
The Love I gave not needed
Had led to our parting
Regrets may come too late
And reality is now here
The heart must face its fate
With goodbye... falls the tear.
Copy right Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 24,2010
Philippines
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(Get Your Kicks On) Route 66
If you ever plan to motor west
Travel my way, take the highway that's the best
A-get your kicks on Route sixty-six
It winds from Chicago to LA
More than two thousand miles all the way
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six
Now you go through Saint Looey
Joplin, Missouri
And Oklahoma City looks mi-ighty pretty
You'll see Amarillo
Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona
Don't forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino
Won't you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
A-get your kicks on Route sixty-six
Won't you get hip to this ti-imely tip
When you make a-that California trip
A-get your kicks on Route sixty-six
A-get your kicks on Route sixty-six
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Inner Peace From God
My hopes like shipwrecked paper boats
Are crushed upon the streams of life.
With nothing to hang on to keep afloat,
Prayer, my anchor, holds me through the
strife.
Weeping I fall prostrate at Your feet,
'I love You, O Lord, my Strength.'
Your Divine comfort and grace complete,
Engulfs my soul in infinite length.
Your inner peace surrounds me like walls
And You, O God, are my glory within.
The broken, You love- and those who fall,
The contrite of heart, You redeem from sin.
There is nothing on earth that can give me this,
Unconditional love and Your inner peace.
'And I Myself will be a wall of fire around it, declares the Lord, 'and I will be its glory within.'
ZECHARIAH 2: 5
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July 11,2009
Philippines
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Six-sixty-six
In the midst of the war
He offered us peace
And he came like a lover
From out of the east
With the face of an angel and the heart of a beast
His intentions were six-sixty-six
He walked up to the temple
With gold in his hands
And he bought off the priests
And propositioned the land
And the world was his harlot
And laid in the sand
While the band played six-sixty-six
We served at his table
And slept on the floor
But he starved us and beat us
And nailed us to the door
Well, Im ready to die
I cant take any more
And Im sick of his lies and his tricks
He told us he loved us
But that was a lie
There was blood in his pockets
And death in his eyes
Well, my number is up
And Im willing to die
If the band will play six
If the band will play six-sixty
If the band will play six-sixty-six
song performed by by Frank Black
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Endurance
Our Life is woven with Adversity
And the race is really a marathon,
Endurance requires persistence
And only the tough keep running on.
What challenge is there in passivity?
Empty of excitement and victory-
I would rather run battles, scarred to see
I'm over my mountains and I've crossed my seas.
So rather than sit in the bench and watch
I move on with hope and determination
My dreams and hopes are all mine to catch
Each step getting closer to my aspirations.
Leveled mountains, parted seas
When turmoil comes, there is a way
The troubles then may not all cease,
But God gives strength for everyday.
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'For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future'.... JEREMIAH 29: 11
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 5,2009
Philippines
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A Speck of Dust
Hopes for today and plans for tomorrow
Lofty ideals and noble dreams
In an instant can turn into a day of sorrow
For Life is short and so fleeting it seems.
Time and Goals need to be early married
And the young need to focus mind and heart
Opportunity never for once tarried.
And Success can always quickly depart.
In a second, all can be out of sight
All men destined to be carcass
Like a breath, a flickering candle light
We are specks of dust, mere leaves of grass.
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'Teach us to number our days aright
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.'
PSALM 90: 12
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Februrary 12,2010
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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!
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August 16.2010
Philippines
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Wishful Dreams
In dreams persistently you are
A present vision, ever haunting
At night like a brilliant distant star
The sight of you fills me with longing.
You call my name there in my dreams
Embraced I am in fleeting shadows
You hold my hand like fading moonbeams
But you're not there in my tomorrows.
If life could be lived in wishful dreams
No waking up in the brightness of sun
Together we will be forever it seems
Of days and of parting... there will be none.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 22,2010
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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A Call for the Youth (Cinquain)
Wake up
Grab your future!
Never let them ruin
Country, hopes, dreams, and family
Freedom!
'Teach us to number our days aright that we may gain
a heart of wisdom.'
Psalm 90: 12
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
December 2009
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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The Color of Absence
A prism
Of diverse colors
Intertwined
In mixed emotions
Released
In light, a burst of magic
In darkness
Shades become lethargic
Absence
Opens white and blue
Magenta, red, and green
Blended
Feelings left unseen
In sadness lost
Dissolved in hues.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 6,2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Route 66
(word & lyrics by bobby troup)
This lyrics are like performed by natalie cole
If you ever plan to motor west,
Travel my way, take the highway that is best.
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
It winds from chicago to la,
More than two thousand miles all the way.
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
Now you go through saint looey
Joplin, missouri,
And oklahoma city is mighty pretty.
You see amarillo,
Gallup, new mexico,
Flagstaff, arizona.
Dont forget winona,
Kingman, barstow, san bernandino.
Wont you get hip to this timely tip:
When you make that california trip
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
Solo
Wont you get hip to this timely tip:
When you make that california trip
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Indecision
INDECISION
by Cynthia B. Baello
July 5,2008
Annoying thing, this indecision-
Wry deceit, unjust vexation.
Waste of time and of attention,
Diverts one's thoughts,
Drains affection.
Creates a maze with one's own mind,
Directions, goals are hard to find.
Weigh the options,
And then rewind,
Not deciding
Is unkind.
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'When we aim at nothing, we hit it
every time.'
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Philippines
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A Heart After God
A heart that looks at God above
Is always filled within
By the purest color of His love
And not by the shallowness of skin.
A heart that dwells with God all day
Has room there for His Word to keep
It always beats in Love to pray
And give to Him all due worship.
A heart that rests in God will be
In comfort filled with inner Peace
Its songs of Joy eternally
Flow from the Presence that is His.
A heart that hopes in God endures
Times of loss, or tears, or strife.
It knows His promises are sure
Here in this world and after life.
'For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you; plans to give you a hope and a future.' (Jeremiah 29: 11)
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August 4,2010
Cynthia Buhain Baello
Tarlac City
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Dreams, Stars, and You
Broken dreams
Like distant stars
Still bright it seems
But so very far.
Like waves on a beach
That kiss the shore,
They are out of reach
Lost forevermore.
That dream is you...
So far and fleeting,
Like waves untrue
Love always leaving.
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August 2,2009
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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69
Flying through the night in a beat up wagon
A mike stand up my jacksy
Give me a beer and Ill stand on a chair
And slip into something sexy
Black cat woolwich, the tigers head
The cafe des artistes, the revolution and the bag o nails
Ill see you down the speak
Your ma said you slept real good in your food last nigth
But you couldnt hold it down
And you broke up a damn good fight
Ligging at the old marquee, spinning jack a line
Even he knew better than me, back in sixty nine
Sixty nine, sixty nine
Sixty nine, sixty nine
On the road to paradiso
Back of your head, got to pay some dues
Rugged looked down as the thames swallowed
His life at the boathouse, kew
Hot girls, no ac, cheap tv, sleep on the floor
Hallelujah whats a roadie, hush my baby sleep no more
song performed by by Deep Purple
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