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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Ostrich Men
Ostrich bury their heads on sand
Denying realities adversely at hand.
Ducking down the easy escape from light
Their sand holes cover obstacles from sight.
Some men in leadership may be ostrich men
They parlay the necessity to face truth and then
Mislead their countrymen in fatal delusions
All the while preaching their vague misconceptions.
Though warned and informed, they seem comatose
Unable with logic, to scrutinize, I suppose
The warnings were given but they failed so to act
Now they censure the information and hide all the facts.
What then do we do to these ostrich men?
I suggest cut their heads off, throw them out the pen.
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March 12,2010
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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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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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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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February 22,2010
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!
-
'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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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.
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February 28,2010
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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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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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Too Early Her Sunset
Oh, so much of drowning regrets!
When faced with too early a sunset
Time seems to have been cheating
And the Future is just disappearing.
Life becomes fast drifting sands
We fail to hold in our weakened hands
Dreams and plans like mists are set
To fade like fog in too early a sunset.
Too early to think of sleep and rest
Too early for having Death as guest
Why does it seem that Fate forgets
Not to come early, too early for sunset?
It pains and grieves my frail heart so
Words to comfort, how? I don't know.
She hangs on there till the End is met
No choice but to go, too early her sunset.
For Eden, my friend. (Brain cancer victim at 38.)
Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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In Him There is No Fear
When oceans move to swallow
And mountains slide to bury
And all don't know just where to go
When Death's near you and me.
When winter cold comes killing
And land breaks open wide
In Him we find there is no fearing
The Lord our God is by our side.
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February 6,2011
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Words Reflect the Parent
Words reflect the parent that raised you up
What they have taught you all those years
Words can say more than just enough
And show the person with his hidden fears.
Words tell more than what eyes can see
They uncover the heart of the man really
For they come from within the core of the man
The heart source of anger, rejection, and want.
A person who speaks with words so obscene
Tell the whole world of the roots where he had been.
His words portray parents who may have failed him
And with curses he lived at every beck and whim.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 31,2010
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No Right Words For the Dying
When my brother
Fifty-seven
Terminal with kidney C
Was dying slowly
All he asked-
'Just be with me.'
To a dying friend
No right words
Can convey
Comfort
For one facing the end
Cannot afford
To hear words...
That may
Distort.
Impossibilities
Erase all trace of Hope
His life is empty
Joy will cease
As his mind
Gropes.
Silence,
Being there -
Is all he really needs.
Death is near,
A Truth
That breeds
The fruit
Of Prayer
And
His Fear
Turns
To Peace.
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Roses
Roses
Enchanting sight
Can mesmerize the eye
Soft satin petals hiding well
...the thorns.
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11.15.12
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The Hunter (Narrative Poetry)
His time and wealth all there
For him, possessed just to enjoy
But hunting was a pleasure where
His shooting skills he could employ.
Flew his plane to the island
At will, he shot the fleeing birds
The gun obeyed his able hand
Only the sound of death was heard.
One shot took down the creature
Its partner gave a chilling cry,
As though its heart the bullet tore
Seeing its Love, fall there to die.
Around, around, it wailed in anguish
A bird lamenting the one it lost
It would not leave the love it cherished
Unmindful of what it would cost.
The man was dazed, he felt its pain,
It tormented his ears with grief.
Shot it down where its love had lain
Sealed the union, though it was brief.
That day he left, and never came back.
Vowed never more to kill for pleasure
The bird had shown what he really lacked,
Real peace and concern for Nature.
Cynthia Buhain Baello
11.10.12
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Words of Grace
Words that uplift another
Are words God blessed with grace
They leave the hearer feeling better
And show respect for the human race.
Words, not curses, bear eternal fruit
And multiply the goodness in life
These words should then be our pursuit
Not cursing words that will cause strife.
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February 25,2010
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That's Write (Cinquain)
Weaving
Laced vivid words
Like dreams coloring life
Thoughts painted on paper canvas
...A poem.
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11.15.12
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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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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
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December 2009
Philippines
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A Kind of Love Not Needed
Flickering shadows
Memories of the past
Gray tomorrows
Promises do not last
Fading words you said
Leave sad empty feelings
The Love I gave not needed
Had led to our parting
Regrets may come too late
And reality is now here
The heart must face its fate
With goodbye... falls the tear.
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February 24,2010
Philippines
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Christian (Free form)
Words reflect the man,
For out of the mouth
The heart speaks.
And as a man thinks
In his hollow heart
So the truth of who he is.
Faith declared through discord
Nullifies the truth
Testifies to every word
Speech revealed by fruit.
A child of God is peacemaker
He shuns the arguments
He is a Salt and Light bearer
Gentle in sentiments.
The badge of Christ he's wearing
A disciple and follower
For in Christ, he is truly nothing
Even if he's the world's best writer!
'Pleasant words are a honeycomb,
Sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.'
Proverbs 16: 24
February 2,2010
Philippines
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