Exaltation (Naani)
This truth abounds -
Empty vessels make the most noise
While the filled ones
Know how to silence their own sound.
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July 8,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Originality (Cinquain)
Mind fruits
Flow with sweet juice
No plastic copy matched-
Ripe ideas will ink the pen
With truth.
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'Originality is the mother of creativity.'
July 7,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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That's Art (Clerihew)
The painter Michaelangelo
Should have done the Sistine al fresco,
Unlike the great Rembrandt
Who worked inside the house of his aunt.
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July 7,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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Brevity (Cinquain)
Time saved
Direct, no frills
Points like cards laid down here
Get the aces, hearts, and diamonds -
Winner.
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July 7,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Empty Cans
The foolish man speaks
With the loudest voice
Like little empty cans
That make the most noise.
Those who are hollow,
No wisdom to be found
But full vessels we know
Can silence their own sound.
The more the words
The less, the meaning-
For silence accords
A deeper understanding.
'Silent waters run deep.'
'A fool multiplies words.'
'When words are many, sin is not absent.'
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 22,2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Let My People Go!
Vile corruption!
You're so entrenched
In power tendrils
Your tentacles have tied Justice
And strangled Freedom so-
Let my people go!
Callous Greed!
You bleed my country dry
Of Her people's wages
And make them slaves
You think we do not know?
Let my people go!
Plastic Religion!
Your hypocrisy blinds
Deceives my countrymen
With your lifeless images
Empty rites and traditions
Falsehood in robes!
Evil's gone so low -
Let my people go!
Your chains have bled our wrists, our lips
But this pen writes
It will not dry
In silence cowered
Nor fear cold bars
And prison walls
The ink will flow -
Let my people go!
M ay 15,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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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
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Greed (Cinquain)
Vultures
Perched in office
Feed on bloated paychecks
Decayed people not carrion yet
Fight back.
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(June 24,2009 Tarlac City Philippines)
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Poetic Canvas (Naani)
Blank space
Drinks of colored words
Flow with the writer's pen, his brush
Splashed a rainbow hued masterpiece.
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June 25,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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Infidelity (Naani)
When Love, in mercurial flight forsakes
The heart that it once cherished
Tears that flow leave
Vows and rings...tarnished.
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(Composed June 25,2009, Tarlac City Philippines)
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Sad Eyes (Cinquain)
Sad eyes
Hide the story
A mystique novel there
Lies in loneliness when Love says
Goodbye.
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July 7,2009 Tarlac City
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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
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Class (Clerihew)
Dame Dorothy Parker
Sashays with wit and humour,
But Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The murders he did foil.
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July 7,2009 Tarlac City Phillippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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My Friend in Afghanistan
My friend in Aghanistan
Stationed in the frontlines,
He sleeps with his loaded gun
And has never stepped on a mine.
He is a brave young man,
Fighting in eternal wars
From Iraq to Afghanistan -
He may yet get a purple star.
I wrote him to say a prayer
And to connect him with some sanity,
For the trauma and carnage there
May break up a man mentally.
My friend in Afghanistan
My prayer for him was this:
That he remain a whole man
And may he go home in one piece.
But I sadly learned today
His copter blew up in flames,
He has gone permanently away -
Another pawn in these war games.
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July 5,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Love's Echo
Your voice in echo haunting me
Whisper words that resonate,
They call in dreams persistently
And speak of Love that Truth negates.
For you were gone before the morn
You stole the sunshine from my days,
Crushed my heart and left it worn
Where tears tormented all my ways..
If Sleep would come without a dream
Oh such comforting release!
The gentle Silence sings it seems
Of songs that drown your voice with ease.
Your echoed Love, please speak no more
Accord me rest and new tomorrows!
Mute that voice just like before
When my heart knew of no great sorrows.
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August 3,2009
Tarlac City
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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I Must Have Swallowed the Key
Please do not come back
And say that you love me.
I'm the one that you lack
And your life's been so empty.
There's nothing to recover
For this heart's closed to love.
It's just now you discover
A treasure you had snubbed.
Why unearth the mystique
Of a past that is buried?
And so hurt someone weak
With goodbyes that were hurried?
You longed for my voice
And the feeling of bliss,
But you made the wrong choice
When you left Love like this.
Gone is the arrow that Cupid shot
Padlocked this heart, you see.
Though you pry it open, you cannot-
For I must have swallowed the key.
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(Written May 2,2009 - Tarlac City, Philippines)
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Without You
Since you were gone
Each breath I take
Leaves me undone
As my heart breaks.
Deep despair
And cutting pain,
You are not there
I'm alone again.
Endless dying
Loss and torment,
Ceaseless crying -
My strength is spent.
Oh please return!
Each day I die,
Let your love burn,
New hope, for you and I.
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August 6,2009
Tarlac City
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Roots, Trees, and Fruits
A tree is known by its root
The source of its first life
A fruit is known by the tree
As a man is known through strife.
The root of a man is his family
The tree is the man that has grown-
The words that he writes in poetry
Show the rearing he has known.
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain -Baello
July 6,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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'No good tree bears bad fruit, nor does a bad tree bear good fruit.
Each tree is recognized by own fruit.'
Luke 6: 43
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She's No April Fool (Free verse)
Selfish restrictions
Gripping the heart.
Unmasked emotions,
How did it start?
Writhing in pain
To set herself free,
Slowly in tears,
To gain liberty.
At last, it's over!
With wings beautiful-
A butterfly lover
She's no April Fool.
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Written April 1,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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Noise
Sometimes we crave silence
but everywhere there is noise.
The intrusive noise of a blaring radio
or children screaming at one another
at the top of their lungs.
All you want is silence
and all you get is
noise, noise and more noise.
2 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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A Baby's Laughter
Each time I hear a baby's laughter
I feel a tickle in my heart.
I have to stop and listen better
Catching each note of musical art.
Such innocent laugh in joy released,
A soothing balm for a wearied soul.
All earthly worries seem to ease,
A baby's laughter makes me whole.
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(Composed July 18,2008 -Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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