I Drink The Colors
'What is it you want to say? '
The old man curtly asked.
'Don't color Verses gray,
With Darkness there unmasked.
There's too much of it around
To pain those who read you.
Bring Hope, let Joy abound
Let words of Comfort through. '
I drained my pen of black ink,
Dipped vibrant hues I see.
Let my pen, in colors, drink
Light to bless abundantly.
Indeed, subjects multiplied!
In endless flow of Beauty
With Happiness supplied,
My pen at last was free!
Cynthia Buhain Baello
August 17,2012
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The Color of Our Skin
The color of our skin
Need not have shades of prejuduce
A tinge of biased thoughts therein
And hues of endless racial malice.
The color of our skin
Does not show our state of heart -
What we are, or where we've been,
Or the love we have there to impart.
The color of our skin
Does not show in our poetry
We write the human side we're in
And show the canvas of diversity.
We're thankful for these colors
And hope that people come to know
Whatever reasons our poems are for,
We are all colors of the rainbow.
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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.
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March 6,2010
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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Come Before Winter
He said 'Come before Winter,
Before the verdant trees go bare.
For winter winds that blow are bitter,
May cool the embers truly rare.
Be here, to finally complete me,
The kind of love I know will stay.
Through changing seasons I may see -
A fire that burns till my ending day.
Be here, I will give you sweet affection
That warm through many a winter chill.
Embrace you with such tender passion
When we're one at last... please say you will.
Come before Winter and be my Spring
Bless my world with your many colors.
No other reason I have left for breathing,
I love you...the one I've been searching for.'
Cynthia Buhain Baello
August 10,2012
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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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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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A Writer's Prayer
In my nothingness, be glorified
For everything I have all come from You,
Remove the dross and foolish pride
With grace, bless everything I do.
Guide my writing with Your Light
Your Words of Truth inspire me,
May all that comes from pen be right
That all men come to see.
Bless the words with Your great Power
A wondrous working from above,
For You, oh God, made me a writer
Declare the hope of Your Mercy and Love!
'The fear of the Lord is a fountain of life,
turning a man from the snares of death.'
Proverbs 14: 27
'I have come that they may have Life, and have it to the full.'
John 10: 10
February 2,2010
Philippines
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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!
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June 27.2011
Philippines
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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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Blessings Needed
Narrow roads and days with rain
Hone the man through life's seasons
Facing failures and some pain -
There's need for purpose and some reason.
But questions plague the righteous life
That lived at best, the Golden Rule,
For constant suffering and endless strife
Can break the back of the strongest mule.
Seems those who break the laws and such
Live life in velvet cushion, free!
Drink, make merry, and have so much
While the Good don't seem to have any.
Child, 'set your sights on things above'
And not on earthly things, ' t'was said-
But I was hoping the Lord above
Will bless me a little before I was dead.
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February 9,2010
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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Ink Bottle of Life
The pain and sorrows in life's hurdle
Are all contained in bottled record.
For our Experience is the ink bottle
Where the dipped pen draws many words.
The souce of writers' inspirations
From it the passion ink flows through
To weave the lines and compositions
Of life and loves that we once knew.
'He who pursues righteousness and love, finds life, prosperity, and honor.'
Proverbs 21: 21
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February 1,2010
Philippines
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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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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)
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October 10,2011
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Rainbows (Cinquain)
Rainbows
Span endless sky
Through distant lands and seas
Colors connecting you and I
With peace.
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December 14,2009
Tarlac City
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A Poem For Those Alone
Being alone is bliss
There is no one there to please
Your life is amazingly free
And you are what you want to be.
There is no one you need to care for
There is no one you have to 'adore'
Your time and your wealth is yours
And no one to reject you, of course!
No conflict and no questions asked
Not even a pretense unmasked
You are just you enjoying 'alone'
It isn't so bad when you're on your own.
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Your Diamonds
I do not own the hand
That writes freely your words
Nor will I try to tell you
How and what to write
No demands here, my friend
No selfish impositions
To stifle the ink that is yours,
The feelings only you can have
Little diamonds drilled
By your creative mind
They are your treasures
Yours alone!
So I in deep affection
Set you free
To be YOU
To lay before us
Your own colors
Your Jewels
Because you have
My Respect.
Cynthia BuhainBaello
June 5,2012
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Blackberry Blue
A distinct color
Is blackberry blue
Its blackness shaded
In silvery shine
Like Bahrain pearls
In deepest hue
Light changes it
Like sweet dark wine.
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February 24,2010
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Let My Words Be Few
Let my words be few but meaty
Sustaining nourishment of soul
Laced with Wisdom, but not preachy
In Friendship's care, make you whole.
Let my words be filled with Grace
Heal some hurts and maybe bless
Words of comfort from one who prays
That you may find Love and Happiness.
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His Treasured Possessions
Even in darkness
Light dawns for the upright
Though there be sadness
Hope is not far from sight.
The rivers may rage;
The waters may swallow,
'Be of good courage'
His Word told you so.
In your emptiness
Hear well and be still -
Trust in His Kindness
Believe in His good Will.
For the God Who called you
He can never lie,
We're His Treasured Possessions
And that is YOU and I.
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C opyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 9,2010
Philippines
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