Fragging
In war, to lose one's life
That is a noble thing.
There is a valid reason
To justify the dying.
But in a war to die
Not by the enemy's hands
Families can only cry...
Where does logic stand?
'Fragging's' just a term
That does not ease the pain
Tears in grief affirm
For how can we explain?
The war's been on too long
Men can fight awhile
It may be right or wrong
Their lives are in exile.
There is a time for breaking
When rust will eat up steel
The soldiers may be dying
Their own kind they will kill.
Fragging
by Cynthia A. Buhain-Baello
Monday, May 11,2009
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Just get them out of there -
It's a lost cause for vain glory
A people that can never be won
In a stage of endless hostility.
Why lose more sons and daughters?
It is time to take them home now
It's a conflict with no winners
Leave the land that will not bow.
We can find no justification
For the women and children dying
But when soldiers are losing their reason
Then it's your people you must be saving.
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For My Lost Brother
Suicide took your pain away
But left us with questions unanswered
Mom did not know it till her dying day
But I'm sure silently she wondered.
'Suicide is painless' so says the song
For the one who left, it could be
But we have carried this grief for so long
You must know how it's eating me.
Regrets like a replaying video
Of a story that had no valid end
Is like drowning in this inferno
Of an anguish refusing to mend.
What I'd give for a brief sort of discourse
There to ask you the reasons why
Of all choices you chose that recourse
All these years... I continue to die.
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For my beloved brother Frank Buhain (June 24,1957-May 15,2003)
Tarlac City Philippines
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Just Being Nothing
Comfort zones embrace you
As you bury ostrich heads
In metaphysical sands
Of unmindful, carefree -
Superficial stands
Devoid of conviction
Unconcerned and unaffected.
They're dying, so what?
You enjoy life's consumption
When you want to be
With what you want
To be seen in,
That's life to you
It's what your fiber is!
Your words are all empty sex
And emptier is your heart
In your world of inhumanity
Existing as cold manikins
Dressed in satin Apathy
Chilling in your hollow Self,
Your eyes are seeing
but you're just being...
Nothing.
Just Being Nothing
by Cynthia A. Buhain-Baello
Friday, May 15,2009
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For My Brother Robert
MY BROTHER ROBERT
February 25,2009
God blessed your life, we know He did.
Your hopes and dreams were all fulfilled.
You did your best and gave your all,
And with honest work, you stood tall.
You loved with all your heart and life,
Your children and your faithful wife.
The best, a husband you had been,
And an even best father, we all have seen.
Now that you're fighting your last battle,
I pray God hold you in this hurdle.
Each day your strength has ebbed away,
But may He comfort you today.
May God in His great loving kindness,
Ease your pain, with mercy bless-
Your life and soul held here and after,
Embraced eternal by God our Father.
I love my dear brother.
(Robert Buhain Sr. November 18,1951 - March 14,2009)
Succumbed to cancer of the kidney
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February 25,2009
Philippines
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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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Love Story
Shall I then close this book
That I had waited for so long
Forgo the years that it took
To finally find where I belong?
Shall I then turn my back now
As these pages live to tell
You are the reason here somehow
For coming home, all is well
I touch our dream with a sigh
And all of me goes bravely on
To reach that rainbow in the sky
Fight for this love, head on.
Giving up would be like dying
No purpose left for me to stay
To lose you, there is no more living
No words to read, no words to say.
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Repercussions of War
Deep reflections now assess
Blunders from those world decisions
Of costly wars and human losses,
'Regime change' through devastation.
Who answers now for those lives shattered?
Who weeps with children parentless?
Disabled soldiers, do they really matter?
Can multipled Pain ever be addressed?
Repercussions still go on, vibrate
For War has ways of tattooing the mark
On human souls and families, in fate
Question those who leave them in the dark.
Was it really for defense of country?
Of honor, patriotism and of courage?
Or some vague erroneous foreign policy
A truth so hidden in sad history's pages.
Source: Ideas and information from 'The National Interest'
Jan-Feb 2008 #93 issue
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March 8,2010
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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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The Root Of Evil Is Insanity
The Root of Evil is Rejection
There is the need to get even, attack
A paranoid act toward Destruction
For imagined offense - to fight back!
The Root of Evil is Corruption
Absence of light, love, or goodness.
The aim is only to create Disruption
Perhaps to gain Attention, such a mess!
The Root of the Evil is Insanity
No valid Reason, Logic, or Cause.
Just the need for Demented folly
The end itself is sure Mental Loss.
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Refiner's Fire
Logic has no answers
For such inequality-
Why do good men suffer?
Just a painful reality.
The righteous suffer so,
While the bad remain untouched,
The reasons we don't know
Why we suffer things so much.
To put my mind at ease,
In my prayer He gave me
A glimpse of His masterpiece
A purpose there to see.
'Pain will purify thee
With water of Affliction,
And the bread of Adversity,
Will teach you life's direction.
These came with the fall of man
But they prune you for the best,
Just trust with all you can
And you'll soon pass the test.
All your dross will be removed
When you pass the Refiner's Fire,
And your goodness will be proved
For My Will you will desire.'
When I pass the fire I suffer
But He is in the furnace with me
And I love Him more than ever,
Love as gold as eternity.
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'....but we also rejoice in our sufferings,
because we know that suffering produces perseverance;
perseverance, character; and character, hope.'
Romans 5: 3
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
April 19,2009
Philippines
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His Reckoning
No man lives forever
Even a powerful one,
He will die sooner or later
With just a breath, he's gone.
Dictators, presidents-
Whatever their positions,
No escape when Death is sent
No political negotiations.
God has a way of removing
Puny abusers of power
For they soon end up dying
From illnesses that plague after.
Man's pride should bring him low
For he is just a mere mortal,
His life, he does not know
Is held by the God Who's eternal.
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July 15,2009
Philippines
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Not Yet Down
I have wounds too,
Like you do.
Some just take too long
To heal they hurt
For many years,
The pain they birth
Have dried my tears.
I have scars too,
Perhaps you do.
Seems Life's battles -
They do not end
All these struggles
Where Lessons lend
Insight and some truth
There lies the fruit.
I am tired and weary
Like you, maybe.
And yet I find
Strength to punch back
One more time
In Life's Ring
Stand up
And fight!
Till I'm black and blue
But
Not
Down.
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I Will Write About You, God
I will write about You,
With my last breath I would.
Your Hand's upon my pen,
Your Words in mind again.
Tried to veer away from it,
Tried some drama and some wit,
But You are so persistent,
Gave the score for my content.
You will not let me go,
I plant Your Words, they will grow
In hearts of hardened soil so barren,
You draw them in, the souls of men.
Now is the time, now is the season,
To write Your Words that is the reason
This gift was given, it's for You.
Until the end...I will write about You.
'For it is God Who works in You, to will and to do according to His good purpose.'
Philippians 2: 13
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
June 5,2009
Philippines
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Act One
Defeat shall never be
Stored in my vocabulary
For I persistently
Will seek my victory.
Run the race I will
Unmindful of the pain I feel
With Perseverance still
Each day my dream fulfill.
Despise the mockery of Age
Though Time will turn the ending page
I will be running with much Courage
Bow my finale on Life's stage.
Cop yright Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 28,2010
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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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Wallet Attraction
Many lives are ruined
By fame, money, and praise
And wealthy men attract
Like honey to the bees
Were they just ordinary
I doubt their own appeal
For the wallet is so very
Romantically nice to feel.
Trapped like willing prey
Caught in the woman's web
Their lives destroyed away
Lose all that they may have.
Be wary when you're wealthy
Of ladies who love green
And never fall so easily
For greed can be so mean.
'A lion would never sheat on his wife, but a tiger would.'
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 23,2010
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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
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What Have I Done Wrong?
Here again to show the sadness, pain, and grief
Not of lost love, but a pain so bleak
A life that seems so meek
A darkened shadow that creeps it way to kill
To kill the ones who show no lives, low-lives
A time shall come when a time shall pass
A time when time has started to tick, to click
Madness fills the veins of grief
Insanity thrives even deeper
But a time shall come when the grasses shall grow green
The sky will be blue, and the storm will calm
The mind will ease, the heart will slow
And a new life begins
Now the new life has begun, but pain still thrives
And grief and hatred are still strong
Happiness is losing
Excitement long gone
What have I done wrong?
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Speech Reflects The Home
Speech reflects the Home
And a man will show his worth
What kind of family he came from
As his words of mouth come forth.
Speech reflects the Heart
And God sees what is within
If from Wrong it will depart
Or if it dwells with Verbal Sin.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
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April 1,2010
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Marks of a True Easter Man
Another Easter,
Another season.
Trying to foster
The real reason.
Time to repent?
Done that before
Change was absent
What was it for?
Notice the marks
Of the true Easter man,
He cannot look back
Facing God's direction,
He is not going back
From his crucifixion,
Nor return to the old
Rotten life oblivion.
He lost all his plans,
Someone did it for him,
When he nailed Self up there
That decision was firm.
So the true Easter man,
Is OWNED by the Savior
His new life is more than
Just Easter time labor.
'Theref ore, do not let anyone judge you by what you eat or drink, or with regard to a religious festival, a New Moon celebration, or a Sabbath Day.
These are a shadow of things to come, but the reality, however, is found in
Christ.'
Colossians 2: 16-17
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
March 20,2009
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