Bias
Vacuous assumptions
That mask Prejudice
In Bias is deception
Always dressed in Malice.
Egoistic theory
Colored in pretense
Verbose filigree-
That never make sense.
Perhaps the ink of Envy
Fills the noxious pen
To dash down good poetry
And display Impertinence.
'The lips of the righteous know what is fitting, but the mouth pf the wicked only what is perverse.'
Proverbs 10: 32
Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Aprisl 21,2012
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Heart Content
When the tongue is used as a whip
Through toxic words that rage
The heart is revealed from those lips,
And the venom's released from its cage.
From out of the mouth the heart speaks,
No pretense can be hidden with masks,
Each word that is written or spoken,
Brings the man's character to task.
Before God all must give account,
For every word or deed that is done,
The judgement and sentence amounts
To the fruit of the words reaped by man.
The tongue has power of life and death,
And those who love it will reap the fruit
Whatever's written, whatever's spoken,
Will crush the heart with bitter roots.
Words have a way of exposing
What is inside the heart of a man
If it is God he is really believing
Or if he is just a plastic 'Christian'.
'The lips of the righteous know what is fitting but the mouth of
the wicked, only what is perverse.'
Proverbs 10: 32
November 8,2008 Tarlac City
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Cyber Bully
If you think I'll cower
Like a shrinking Violet,
I've got news for you, Mister -
You haven't known me yet.
If you think you are super,
A Know-it-all, scholarly
Good character is better,
With a heart of Honesty.
Vacuous words like mist
Never mark their point.
These are devoid of gist,
Like legs out of joint.
Say what you mean, or leave
My time is too precious, see!
My last word for you: Live
Get a life, you cyber bully!
Cynthia Buhain Baello
Published August 28,2012
Philippines
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Fakes Out
Say what you mean
Mean what you say
Truth can be seen
In you anyway
There is no mask
Where you can hide
So all I can ask
Be what you are inside
Never be a cheap fake
It's an insult for me
Falsehood I can't take
For I hate hypocrisy
So my words are direct
There is no pretense
We may not be perfect
But at least we make sense.
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I Will Not Just Rise, I Will Soar!
If you did not know
My hair was black and my skin brown
Would you read me so
And post the reviews down?
Maya Angelou had said she'd rise
From all that petty prejudice
Her poetry was such a surprise -
Shamed all with excellent ease!
The gift of pen is given free
For Art is Freedom's child
The healing Balm for you and me
The breeze of Calm, gentle and mild
Forget the look, never mind the color
Words that paint, arrayed are these
I will not just rise, I will soar!
I'm an Eagle for Poetry, and one for Peace!
Cynth ia Buhain Baello
June 24,2012
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Racism In Poetry
Prejudice cannot be hidden,
Arrogance for the color of skin.
Its ugly head is here again
Racism is lurking within.
Disguised as mere poetry
Seething hatred shouts,
Name calling carelessly-
Gangrene inside out.
Our blood is all red-colored
Our hearts all colored rainbow,
Racist poems you authored
Your character, they show.
I was not brought up to be mean,
To racism I am not bent,
If that's where you have been
It's such a waste of your talent.
'A man of knowledge uses words with restraint, a man of understanding is even-tempered.'
Proverbs 17: 27
'Wise men store up knowledge, but the mouth of a fool invites ruin.'
Proverbs 10: 14
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May 3,2008 Tarlac City
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ASK...You Will Receive
Evasive Wisdom is never known
When Man relies on his conclusions
For human wisdom on its own
Is full of shallow, vague assumptions.
Man, with Pride, will never ask
Content to sum up philisophies.
For Humanity will completely mask
The Truth with empty vagaries.
For truly the Man who asks, receives
As those unlearned fishermen revealed-
Unschooled, but Wisdom God did give
Their Life, in writing, Spirit sealed.
For God does not play hide and seek
His Word is a lamp unto our feet,
He gives grace to the humble and the meek
And the Seeking, He will surely meet.
Like Paul, I was a learned thinker,
Too proud to see the scales in my eyes,
Spiritually mute to know any better
Until I met the God Who does not lie.
For truly IF you do seek Him
With all your heart and all your soul -
I guarantee this Truth is not dim
He'll find you... and will make you whole.
'For the Lord gives Wisdom, and from His mouth come Knowledge
and Understanding.'
PROVERBS 2: 6
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February 18,2010
Philippines
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Sincerity
Out front they said I could write
But behind my backs they sneered,
Such foolish pretense was not right-
Insincerity in the hearts that leered.
The ugly masks people wear
Destroy themselves in the end
Like rust and termites there
The erosion will inwardly bend.
When people say what they mean
And mean each word they say -
Truth is where their hearts lean
And with sincerity they will always stay.
'Truthful lips endure forever, but a lying tongue lasts only a moment.'
Proverbs 12: 19
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July 2,2008
Philippines
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Ugliness of Lies
The ugliness of lies
Deception dressed in verse
Vexful to the eyes
When truth is thus reversed.
Wasted talent true
Devoid of substance deep
All these vain lies construe
They are not worth to keep
Nor read for precious Time
But merit human trash
The garbage bin its place sublime
Its cheap purpose - to bash.
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March 2,2010
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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Summer Breeze on My Face (Naani Form)
Summer breeze on my face
Touches like soft satin lace
Soothes like lingering melody
Brings back a memory.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Tarlac City
February 3,2012
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Limits
Limits can mark the boundaries,
Line the road of Life we travel on.
We make our own self vagaries
And put the boulders we stumble upon.
We limit Knowledge with prejudice
And limit Creativity when we copy,
We limit our Growth by deceitful practice
When we steal to replace Originality.
We limit our minds with refusal to Think
And instead grab ideas from others,
We warp and decay, and in Laziness sink
In delusional charade that we are... 'writers'.
Once limits are laid there is no Experience
No flight, no soaring in life's free horizon,
An empty conquest, gained acclaim in Pretense
No Challenge there laid in a game we have won.
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Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 31,2010
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His Royal Nakedness
All the great crown jewels
Never can make a man wise.
And all his good education may well
Mirage the False in our eyes.
All the flimsy wealth and gold
Can't hide the inner vacuum there.
A hollow character sadly told
His imprudence everywhere!
Youth is never a good excuse
For Actions betray its Source.
From those where Leadership takes dues
Decency's always the right recourse.
While all the world has Poverty
And the working class aches with taxes,
The web is having such a big party
Seeing His Royal Nakedness.
Cynthia Buhain Baello
August 23,2012
Philippines
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Curses and Malice
Curses and malice go together
Like marital partners they sashay
And like dirty words they are forever
Recorded in Heaven everyday.
And those that release them are in bondage
In shackles and chains of obscene language
Pulling them lower down eternal fire
Sealing their fate in hell so dire.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
April 1,2010
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Pate Chinois Did It (Novelinee)
It's funny how love blooms with a new day -
births forth romance in one moment's surprise,
without much warning, traps the heart away
and stars will cover vision of the eyes.
So it was when she met that Quebecois
her little French relayed the message sent,
their mutual love for pate chinois
sparked an attraction that was eloquent,
and looks said more than what their words had meant.
Novelinee poetry form - 9 lines in decasyllabic format
with a b/a b/c d/ c d/ d rhyme scheme.
Cynthia Buhain Baello
August 7,2012
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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Those Who Copy Murder Poetry
Unkind are those
Who disrespect
Their fellow writers' work,
They presuppose
We can't expect
That duplication lurks.
So with temerity
Their works will show
That titles are just 'copy'
They mock the art,
And refuse to grow
...Then murder Poetry.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
April 1,2010
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The Proud
Pride exalts itself
It cannot ask for help
It cannot even pray
Humbly kneel today
It never bows to ask
It wears a stoical mask
Pride can breed anger
Can't forgive the offender
It goes for years in heights
A pedestal of Rights
Knows only 'I, me, mine'
As long as Self is fine
No pity, no compassion
Only selfish emotions
It cannot say 'I'm sorry'
Though mistakes are many
It craves full attention
Wearing self-exaltation
Seeks applause of men
Its name up there again
The Spirit, it cannot receive
In self-effort it believes
Not really needing God-
Pride? Makes me so very sad.
'Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.'
(Proverbs 16: 18)
'In his pride the wicked does not seek Him; in all his thoughts there is no room for God.'
Psalm 10: 4
by Cynthia A. Buhain-Baello
Sunday, April 26,2009
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Parker
A Very Short Song
Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
Dorothy Parker
(August 22,1893 - June 7,1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)
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Parker was no fan of fancy language, see -
Her words direct and cutting, precision Poetry!
No fan of metaphor, no use for filigree
But when I read I understand what she says to me!
And we all know she was more than good
Had years of excellence in writing
Simple words can be understood
Like of those Nash, Frost, and Kipling.
Cynthia BuhainBaello
June 25,2012
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Patience Tested
Lost my account for a few days
The stress consuming me
Oh, the password's out of place
Won't work in this technology!
Would the test break my Patience?
Such a messy thing this is!
Seven hundred poems in absence
What a loss I would miss!
It said there's no account on file
Did it all just disappear?
I have been trying all the while
Glad it did not take a year!
Cynthia Buhain Baello
October 26,2012
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Seriously...Poetry
Most publishers would wish
That those who indulge in the literary
Utilize correct English
Considered seriously...poetry.
So refrain from 'u' when meaning 'you'
Never use 'gonna' for 'going to'
Specially never 'ma' for 'my'
And don't write 'wanna' for 'want to'.
And for those who think that they're smart,
Who lace their poems with curses
They show little respect for the art
With inadequate language in their verses.
Copyri ght Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 23,2010
Philippines
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