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.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 12,2010
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Denial
Denial is a sorry state of confusion
Like closing one's eyes in the face of a fire
Like going to sleep in the midst of an earthquake
The weirdest reaction for a state so dire.
Denial is the easy escape for cowards
The open door for those unable to face fact
The ultimate withdrawal of all logic and thinking
The sad resort of those who are last to react.
Denial is fatal for those who run governments
For the nation may be crumbling or it may be attacked
The shoving away of truth is a dangerous treatment
It may cost a lot more than the security it lacked.
Denial is no leadership virtue but a Liability
And those who have practiced it may be judged later
Though the present may save them from all responsibility
The pages of History may not treat them any kinder.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 12,2010
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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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An Expression That Just Can't Be True
Like an ostrich just bury your head in the snow...
'Wait a minute that bird doesn't do that.'
Are you sure?
Are you absolutely certain?
I mean have you ever even seen an ostrich in the snow?
'Well no, but..'
But what?
Tell me then how exactly you know?
Are you a bird expert who has put an ostrich in an environment that it's not native too?
You know that's a cruel thing to do.
'No I'm just telling you that is something they do not do.
'Just listen for once in your life because I think your confused.'
Nah I'm not.
Expressions so old can become stale and rot.
So I'm seeking my own refuge.
A camp of new realities and dimensions.
All each with their own intention.
A deluge of ideas to portray a different existence of each and every day.
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Life's Golden Nuggets
A friendly word that sparks a little hope
A hand to hold when on the downward slope
Care and love expressed in warm embrace
Makes light the obstacles in life one has to face
Someone there to listen and to share
When times are dark and all seems so unfair
To stand together in sun and sometimes rain
A shoulder there to cry on when there is pain
Yes, Life's golden little nuggets do not come
In bars of gold, but in small things their worth become.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 5,2010
Philippines
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Undecided Love (Naani form)
Between indecision and ambivalence
In passing Time
Drives Love to Absence
Frail Gemini's crime.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
March 2,2010
Philippines
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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
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 8,2010
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Lies Cover Up
Those Immaculate frocks
And starched pristine collars
Draped Sin mocks
In sacramental cover
Fake rituals in presentation
Cloak with some incense
And cathedral deception
A murder of Innocence.
Hidden lies mar Childhood
Shattering its frail Faith
Licensed evil in priesthood
Dip a child in a sad fate.
Cover up in high vatican places
Down to the lowest ranks
Bowed Truth shocks angelic faces
As foul scent to Heaven stank.
Victims cry for elusive Justice
Sprinkled in the water of hypocrisy
What vague commandments these?
Vile is this empty religion we see.
March 31,2010
Cynthia Buhain Baello
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Taking An Ostrich
This Ostrich taken, vainly tries
From chord of Courser to be free;
She struggles hard, but man defies
Her bold attempt at liberty.
Ah! Lady take the simile:
As Ostrich caught by twisted chord,
So Woman must obey her Lord.
Awhile, in youth you wander o’er
The golden path of promised joy,
Nor think captivity has store
Of care, life’s bitterest alloy: -
You play with love, as child with toy;
But ah this Ostrich; it will prove
You cannot ‘scape the Chord of Love.
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When Eagles Fall
They will fall and not know why
Disaster ruled their beloved land
When Truth and Faith allowed to die
God released them from His Hand.
So They will crawl and eventually die
Their cries and pleas will be in vain
This nation lost, their God deny
Had pledged a partnership with Pain.
Their profane words that degenerate
Their cursive writing that sealed their fate
Like soaring eagles shot with arrows
Swift is their fall and much is their sorrow.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 2,2010
Philippines
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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.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 6,2010
Philippines
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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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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.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 24,2010
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Life Story
To Hope is life's necessity
To dream is Freedom sought,
Each day is Opportunity
Another step to Growth.
To Love is truly caring
Affection pure and good
And Faith in God believing
His Grace is spirit food.
To try again is Courage
And to work is Dignity
Thus recorded in our page
This is our Life Story.
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February 2,2010
Tarlac City Philippines
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A Failed Leadership
A path was drawn for his leadership,
No man had ever been more blessed,
Destined by God to loosen the grip
Of Philistine hold and grant Israel rest.
Born through the hand of the Almighty,
To a sterile woman and set apart for God,
A Nazirite from birth, strong physically,
He sadly grew up to be a stubborn lad.
He was weak with women and in character,
Devoid of respect and had a quick temper,
Prone to resolve all issues with anger
Through violent rage ending up with murder.
With all his physique, he failed to free
His land Israel from her captivity.
Revenge was his focus, his main agenda
Till he fell in love with sly Delilah.
Empty in the head and never had a plan,
Samson was a strong hunk but failed as a man.
Delilah had used him and with his sight gone,
He ended up a toy for the Philistine fun.
At the last minute, he prayed for God's mercy,
His strength was restored albeit in futility,
He died in his blindness physically
But then he saw Truth spiritually.
In the Book of Judges, he is remembered
As the man with potentials for great leadership,
Without God in his life, his purpose was hindered,
In death he lost that success from his grip.
There are Samsons today, in our times.
With all their knowledge, they engage in crime,
For strength and power, dollars and dimes,
Failed leadership is a generation's slime.
' 'Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit', says the Lord Almighty.'
ZECHARIAH 4: 6
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
March 8,2009
Philippines
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A Lesson From Escalante
It was an instant in eternity
Some words that strike and linger
Touch cords in one's humanity
With wisdom to make one ponder
In life we face inevitable truth
There is some failure and defeat
But lessons learned from these bear fruit
When falling comes, to rise and meet
Again to face life's challenges
To not bow down nor count the falling
But to write there boldly in life's pages
The many times one gets up... rising.
'In life, you don't count the many times you fall -
you count the many times you get up.'
(Jaime Escalante)
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March 5,2010
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Self-Deception
The fooling of Self starts with lies
Pretensions that cover naked eyes
Writing based on sly and covert moves
Insults the art with dirty shallow grooves
Creativity is killed with utter duplication
Originality slain by literary imitation.
Such practice marks a character famine
That writer is a thief that dwells therein.
March 31,2010
Cynthia Buhain Baello
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Wishful Dreams
In dreams persistently you are
A present vision, ever haunting
At night like a brilliant distant star
The sight of you fills me with longing.
You call my name there in my dreams
Embraced I am in fleeting shadows
You hold my hand like fading moonbeams
But you're not there in my tomorrows.
If life could be lived in wishful dreams
No waking up in the brightness of sun
Together we will be forever it seems
Of days and of parting... there will be none.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 22,2010
Philippines
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Forgiveness (Naani)
Like uncaged prey set free
Bitterness unchained by a forgiving heart
Paroles the victim
Hate departs.
Copyr ight Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 6,2010
Philippines
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Burning Words Cut Love Cords
Weighed down
By burning words
They sound
Like angry swords
Slain hearts
Now lie in discord
Depart...
And cut Love cords.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
April 1,2010
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A Short Poem Like Ogden's
Perhaps because
Of too high taxes
A man dropped his plane
At the IRS.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 23,2010
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