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
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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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
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Just Poetry...Period
Poetry is setting yourself free
To pour out like vintage wine
The myriad thoughts that you see
And cup them in words and lines
To be drank in sheer revelry
Poetry turns you into a painter
Imagined scenes in the mind arrayed
Distant lands, places you remember
Colors of life so abundantly laid
The joy, and tears, or love's dying ember.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Words of liberation for my nation
Chains of slavery are still over my people.
Notorious minds still over power innocent minds.
What can free the black child, what can free my nation?
I ask in pain and suffering in the dark jail cells,
What can free me from mental slavery?
How to know right from wrong?
How to think free and build a free society?
The solution is in the words of liberation, the words of wisdom.
I write and recite a revolution, my revolution my poetry.
I do n’t need praises or worship but only recognition and understanding of the people to words of liberation, understanding of poetry.
I stand before you to present poetry,
I stand before you to present the words of liberation to my nation.
Poetry that builds, poetry that destroys.
Poetry that destroyed the impious minds of colonists in Rhodesia.
I speak of poetry that built freedom in South Africa.
When I speak of poetry I mean the true meaning of words.
Words of wisdom,
Words of freedom,
Words of liberation,
Words to free my nation.
The words of liberation to my nation
Words of liberation to free my generation
Poetry-poetry-poetry-poetry-poetry.
poem by zimi Nakeni
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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
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Sonnet: My Poesy
My Poesy is God-given a gift!
A soothing balm to mind and heart and soul;
No more my ship of life at sea’s adrift;
Bestowed on me has God a better role.
A wordy weapon that can hurt my foes;
A wordy solace that can give mind peace;
A worthy message that can drive out woes;
A ‘destressor’ in distress, giving ease.
My poetry can even others heal!
My poetry has much in-built logic;
My poetry can make all hearts to feel;
My poetry can do wonders/ magic.
My poetry has me endowed mind’s strength,
And I can write quite well for any length.
poem by John Celes
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Poetry Is All In One!
Passion for poetry is insatiable!
Poetry gives pleasure nothing can!
Poetry is many subjects under one roof!
Poetry never bores to write and read ever!
Poetry is a compression of many ideas in a nut shell!
Poetry displays power of pen to capture men ever!
Poetry captures as photo castles built in air!
Poetry is spontaneous over flow of ides!
Poetry flows free if extemporary!
Poetry is prolific words sure!
Poetry is a thing of joy!
Poetry is beauty!
Poetry is witty!
Poetry cheers!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Poetry On The Chin
You gouged my mind's eye,
Tantalised all inner thought,
Shocked from unknown angles;
Sold me, told me cold,
Unfolded, moulded;
Shouldered any harbouring
Of empty morals.
You spun me round; undressed -
Pestered me with background riddle -
Piffle came to gleaning meaning.
And you stripped out prejudice - for none
Must exist in poetry,
Lest you close up an open mind
And f**k up as reader;
Lest your heart is not a bleeder -
It has to be - let it flush out
Upon your sleeve.
You lay apart my thinking brain
And let in the literary pickings of a
Great poetic phallus.
Yes, poetry can be callous.
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2010
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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
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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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
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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I Do Not Read To Dissect a Poem
I do not read to dissect a poem
It's not there for analysis
Although with insight, it can become
A good specimen for diagnosis.
I read to enjoy most poetry
To savor the meanings, perhaps some rhyme
It's like drinking a good cup of coffee
The taste lingers on for a time.
A nice poem may bring me somewhere
To the places that I've never been
Vivid words may paint images there
Showing scenes I have never seen.
Poetry, as an art, is a vehicle
That carries our thoughts and emotions
Like a ship on which we can travel
To a land of unlimited horizons.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Dove
Elusive peace
Flies gently as a dove
It fails to soar
the heights with ease
Like the eagle above.
As vague as a dream uncaught
By the net of our memory
the peace that we had sought
Escapes us all...ever so quickly.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Altered Perception
My drug of choice is poetry.
I need no chemicals to fly.
Imagination is the key
which leads me into fantasy.
I have no need to break the laws
because I choose a different course.
I can get high on poetry.
A pleasure that’s completely free.
Why use adulterated drugs
and join the ranks of ripped off mugs.
Why should you spend your hard earned brass?
on coke or horse or even grass.
When all you need is poetry
to set your restless spirit free.
Rise to the sky on wings of words
and emulate the flight of birds.
Who recognise no boundaries
they’re free to fly just where they please.
I can alter my state of mind
by reading poetry I find
From all my worries find release
and for a little time find peace
and oftentimes sheer ecstasy
Anaesthetised by poetry.
21-Jan-07
poem by Ivor .e Hogg
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Read my poetry
Read my poetry
My poetry is enough
My poetry is independent
My poetry creates itself.
Read my poetry
My poetry is not mine
Everything belongs to my poetry
My poetry creats itself.
Read my poetry
My poetry is psyche and
Alchemy in me
My poetry is independent of me.
Read my poetry
It agony its ecstasy
Its inspiration
Everything belongs to
My predecessors-poet
Read my poetry
Read my poetry.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A Man Became Addicted To Poetry
A MAN BECAME ADDICTED TO POETRY
A man became addicted to poetry-
Wherever he went he read or wrote a few lines-
Poetry became much of what he did-
Poetry and poetry and poetry-
As if that alone could give meaning and pleasure to his life.
A man became addicted to poetry
And so lost at times
What true poetry is –
Now he writes without knowing
Whether he is truly writing
Or merely using the ‘idea and world of poetry’
For his own peace of mind.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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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.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Art of Poetry (Dual Naani 25 Syllables)
Freedom births Art
As its Child of expression
Nurtured by Life's juices
Cradled by its Creativity.
Poetry is such an Art
Existing to be Free
Breathing, Unbridled
For no one can dictate Beauty.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Colors
Sometimes color
Clouds opinion
Sways the heart
Blurs the vision
White on top-
Black below
Yellow, brown
These have to go.
But with one color
It is said
All are bound
Their blood is... Red.
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(June 30,2008, Tarlac City, Philippines)
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Words Like Pebbles
Words like pebbles
Thrown down a pond
Will cause some ripples
That go around.
Words like pebbles
Never come back
They sink in people
That they attack.
Words can create
A thousand circles,
Pain resonates
As hurts unfurl.
Words released
Like pebbles drown;
The friendships cease
As they go down.
Hold your words
Hide your pebbles
You cannot afford
To cause the ripples.
The pond is calm
So be blessed
Be friendship's balm
Speak what is best.
'Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise
brings healing.'
Proverbs 12: 18
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Written May 11,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Creativity (Choka Poem)
Imagination
is boundless, a gift blessing
the creative mind, freedom
to soar horizons
in vibrant prisms of color
liquid forms flowing with grace
mesmerize the eye
excite the thoughts and feelings
with magic, awe, and poetic sigh.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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All Poetry... All The Time
All Poetry … All The Time
I Love To Read In Rhythm & Rhyme
I Love To Write Of Wistful Wishes
And Lips Speak Of Love Like Bold Kisses
All Poetry … All The Time
Poetry, Is A Medication For My Mind
Poetry, Has A Power To Overthrow Pain
Poetry, Should Be Spoken, Again and Again
All Poetry … All The Time
I Am Really Thrilled To Find
More Poet Lovers, and Their Word Artistry
All The Time … All Poetry
All Poetry … All The Time
May Each Poetic Puff, Rise & Climb
Into The Clouds, Up To The Stars
(Or Maybe Just Linger, Where You Are) …
All Poetry … For All Of Time
Written & ©: 5/24/10
By: MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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