Poetic Canvas (Naani)
Blank space
Drinks of colored words
Flow with the writer's pen, his brush
Splashed a rainbow hued masterpiece.
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June 25,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Infidelity (Naani)
When Love, in mercurial flight forsakes
The heart that it once cherished
Tears that flow leave
Vows and rings...tarnished.
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(Composed June 25,2009, Tarlac City Philippines)
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Blues, No Rhythm (Cinquain)
Broken
Is he who lost
The will for life and love
To hold the future in his heart
With hope.
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June 5,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Greed (Cinquain)
Vultures
Perched in office
Feed on bloated paychecks
Decayed people not carrion yet
Fight back.
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(June 24,2009 Tarlac City Philippines)
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Originality (Cinquain)
Mind fruits
Flow with sweet juice
No plastic copy matched-
Ripe ideas will ink the pen
With truth.
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'Originality is the mother of creativity.'
July 7,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Exaltation (Naani)
This truth abounds -
Empty vessels make the most noise
While the filled ones
Know how to silence their own sound.
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July 8,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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That's Art (Clerihew)
The painter Michaelangelo
Should have done the Sistine al fresco,
Unlike the great Rembrandt
Who worked inside the house of his aunt.
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July 7,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Brevity (Cinquain)
Time saved
Direct, no frills
Points like cards laid down here
Get the aces, hearts, and diamonds -
Winner.
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July 7,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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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Written May 11,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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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
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Identity Theft (Plagiarism)
A hidden terrorism,
Without an iota of shame-
This vile plagiarism-
More than stealing a name.
A written poem or story
Is a writer's signature
Stealing it is very
Viciously impure.
For taking on another
Person's work of art
Is like robbing him of self
Taking out his heart.
Putting on his person,
It's identity theft!
Whatever is your reason
I hope you end up deaf.
(And blind too.)
''Do not fret because of evil men, or be envious of the wicked,
for the evil man has no future hope, and the lamp of the wicked
will be snuffed out.'
Proverbs 24: 19-20
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April 7,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Racism In Poetry
Prejudice cannot be hidden,
Arrogance for the color of skin.
Its ugly head is here again
Racism is lurking within.
Disguised as mere poetry
Seething hatred shouts,
Name calling carelessly-
Gangrene inside out.
Our blood is all red-colored
Our hearts all colored rainbow,
Racist poems you authored
Your character, they show.
I was not brought up to be mean,
To racism I am not bent,
If that's where you have been
It's such a waste of your talent.
'A man of knowledge uses words with restraint, a man of understanding is even-tempered.'
Proverbs 17: 27
'Wise men store up knowledge, but the mouth of a fool invites ruin.'
Proverbs 10: 14
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May 3,2008 Tarlac City
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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She's No April Fool (Free verse)
Selfish restrictions
Gripping the heart.
Unmasked emotions,
How did it start?
Writhing in pain
To set herself free,
Slowly in tears,
To gain liberty.
At last, it's over!
With wings beautiful-
A butterfly lover
She's no April Fool.
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Written April 1,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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Let My People Go!
Vile corruption!
You're so entrenched
In power tendrils
Your tentacles have tied Justice
And strangled Freedom so-
Let my people go!
Callous Greed!
You bleed my country dry
Of Her people's wages
And make them slaves
You think we do not know?
Let my people go!
Plastic Religion!
Your hypocrisy blinds
Deceives my countrymen
With your lifeless images
Empty rites and traditions
Falsehood in robes!
Evil's gone so low -
Let my people go!
Your chains have bled our wrists, our lips
But this pen writes
It will not dry
In silence cowered
Nor fear cold bars
And prison walls
The ink will flow -
Let my people go!
M ay 15,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Eyes Are Windows
The eyes are windows of the heart
Wherein transparency will show
A myriad feelings to impart
From where in sadness, tears do flow.
The eyes will say contents of heart
The speech two lovers freely speak,
For Silence eloquently starts
Romance in muted communique.
The eyes are windows of all cares,
Display the sad and wearied soul;
Distant looks and empty stares
Reveal a man who is not whole.
His weak attempts to somehow hide
What's clearly felt and seen-
Will showcase all the stuff inside
Deep secrets of where love had been.
The eyes are windows too of kindness
Touching looks that give embrace,
Blessing one words of forgiveness
Of bitter hurts there is no trace.
The eyes of Love are open windows,
Giving joy, shared happiness;
Reaching forth to let one know
It always seeks to bless with goodness.
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(Written May 4,2009 Tarlac City Philippines)
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Roots, Trees, and Fruits
A tree is known by its root
The source of its first life
A fruit is known by the tree
As a man is known through strife.
The root of a man is his family
The tree is the man that has grown-
The words that he writes in poetry
Show the rearing he has known.
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain -Baello
July 6,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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'No good tree bears bad fruit, nor does a bad tree bear good fruit.
Each tree is recognized by own fruit.'
Luke 6: 43
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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A Blank Page Blues
I know we have all done it,
sat in front of a pristine white sheet of paper
and got ready to write something down,
and then we are confronted
with the blank page blues.
The words of inspiration
then scurry and hide away.
You are left with pen in hand,
scratching your head
wondering what to say.
There is no cure for this syndrome;
writers get it all the time.
Some call it a writer’s block,
when nothing comes into your head.
You sit in front of a blank page.
You know what you want to write,
then someone disturbs you
and the words disappear out of sight.
How many times have we had that?
We sit down to write our masterpiece
and the telephone rings,
or someone shouts your dinner is getting cold.
You feel like screaming,
but you take it on the chin.
You lay down your pen,
answer the phone or have your dinner,
and when you come back,
the blank page confronts you.
Still you cannot write anything on it.
You stare at it for hours,
until finally you get tired
and journey off to bed.
Hoping and hoping tomorrow
a little peace, it will bring
and your words on that blank page
will really begin to sing.
10 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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A Father's Tears (Free Verse)
Consummate pain
Like a cruel wrench
Gripped his heart
And crushed, it bled
A father's tears.
No words define
His anguished grief
A wretched loss
His own son...
His seed.
The baby he carried
In his arms
And nurtured
In paternal love
Now broken, scarred
A shriveled man
His father's eyes
Now bleed.
He would take him back
To be his child
Return him safely
To his past
No war could touch him
Hidden there
His eyes see through
An hourglass.
My boy, my son!
What have they done?
Your life a mangled mess
What's left to do?
These father's tears
Will not replace
The boy, the man
That I once knew!
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May 12,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Heart Anesthesia
Oh give me anesthesia
This breaking heart is torment!
I'll even take amnesia
To forget this pain Love sent.
Can't take the trip of Romeo
And Juliet in their exit,
Suicide's quick I know
But life's too fun to delete.
A doze of gin or brandy
May provide the cure I need
These bottles come in handy
But my pockets they will bleed.
A new source of euphoria,
An attraction that is new -
That's good heart anesthesia
And I hope that one is YOU.
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August 6,2009
Tarlac City
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Love in Pendulum
Our frayed affections
Plagued by constant doubts,
Defiled by questions
Assailed by Fear inside out.
Changing Love in pendulum
As failing promises were made.
Grieving hearts that Pain consumes,
There Cupid's winter now invades.
For Coldness found a vacancy
When Emptiness opened the door,
As Doubt appeared from dormancy
Trust and Love were there no more.
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August 5,2009
Tarlac City
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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