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
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Parker
A Very Short Song
Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
Dorothy Parker
(August 22,1893 - June 7,1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)
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Parker was no fan of fancy language, see -
Her words direct and cutting, precision Poetry!
No fan of metaphor, no use for filigree
But when I read I understand what she says to me!
And we all know she was more than good
Had years of excellence in writing
Simple words can be understood
Like of those Nash, Frost, and Kipling.
Cynthia BuhainBaello
June 25,2012
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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I Will Write About You, God
I will write about You,
With my last breath I would.
Your Hand's upon my pen,
Your Words in mind again.
Tried to veer away from it,
Tried some drama and some wit,
But You are so persistent,
Gave the score for my content.
You will not let me go,
I plant Your Words, they will grow
In hearts of hardened soil so barren,
You draw them in, the souls of men.
Now is the time, now is the season,
To write Your Words that is the reason
This gift was given, it's for You.
Until the end...I will write about You.
'For it is God Who works in You, to will and to do according to His good purpose.'
Philippians 2: 13
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
June 5,2009
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Bet (Naani)
The Bet (Naani)
Life's nasty little clock
Speeds up in staccato tic tac
As Drinks and Drugs feed on
Death placed his bet and mocks.
Cynthia BuhainBaello
February 20,2012
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Doors
A door may open
Or it may close
It may be wooden
Or steel, I suppose.
A door keeps us in
Or may lock us out,
A door may be silent
Or with noise, may shout.
Doors are for safety,
Our protection -
May rot in antiquity
Lose purpose and mission.
A door like chance,
Can open a dream.
A door like romance,
Can cause some steam.
But there is one door
With its key - never part,
Freely open, evermore -
The door of your heart!
Cynthia BuhainBaello
February 19,2012
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Diamonds on Paper (Septolet Poem)
Diamonds drilled
to perfection,
dazzle the eye.
Poetry wrought
in passion -
like diamonds,
...satisfy.
cynthiabuhainbaell o
11.29.12
*Septolet poem - poetry form of 7 lines
two stanzas (7 words each) , centered on
a main theme and creates a poetic picture.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Simple Life -Acrostic #3
Stay focused on goals and dreams,
Identify those that need change.
Many trials discourage it seems
Persevere, for winning is in your range
Live honestly and work with pride
Excellence will soon be at your side.
Leave worries and anger, be free!
In Faith, trust in God's care.
For life is short, so live peacefully
Everything has a reason to be there.
'Be joyful in hope,
Patient in affliction,
Faithful in prayer.'
Romans 12: 12
May 30,2012
Cynthia BuhainBaello
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Poetry in Me.........
Oh poetry my friend inside, dormant thoughts lie,
Anger writes the feelings in the speed of thought,
I swing the axe to split the block of inspiration
Mind Pictures in my words sleeping under dreams.
Happiness and sadness hold hands in the whirlpool of words
Metaphor movies flicker in my brain,
Venting feelings to flow from my pen,
Celestial images punctuated live as
Syllables jostle for rhythm’s flow.
Oh poetry my friend inside, dormant thoughts lie,
I find comfort deep within as we write together
With your silent guide my friend,
In the cutting room snakes strangle the ‘odd’ word
Oh poetry my friend inside, dormant thoughts lie,
I find comfort deep within as we write together
With your silent guide my friend,
In the cutting room snakes strangle the ‘odd’ word
Then wonders mark unfolds, originality leaps forth.
My eyes close feeling tired the hour is late
On this session I must close the gate,
Oh poetry my friend inside, dormant thoughts sleep,
A silent friend to keep.
poem by Ken e Hall
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When God Comes And Gathers His Jewels
Written and recorded by hank williams sr.
The [g] ceremony was [c] over
A [d7] lad stood alone in [g] tears
For he had just [c] said goodbye
To the [d7] one he had loved thru the [g] years.
He stood all alone with his head bowed down
As though his heart would break
Then the parson came over and took his hand
And to him these words he did say.
Chorus
When [g] god comes and gathers his [c] jewels
All his [d7] treasures of diamonds and [g] gold
You'll meet her up there in [c] heaven so fair
When [d7] god comes and gathers his [g] jewels.
(substitute i'll meet her.....on last chorus)
Each night when the pale moon is shining
You can see this lad all alone
With his eyes lifted to'ard heaven
He's repeating these words he was told.
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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When God Comes & Gathers His Jewels
Written and recorded by hank williams sr.
The [g] ceremony was [c] over
A [d7] lad stood alone in [g] tears
For he had just [c] said goodbye
To the [d7] one he had loved thru the [g] years.
He stood all alone with his head bowed down
As though his heart would break
Then the parson came over and took his hand
And to him these words he did say.
Chorus
When [g] God comes and gathers his [c] jewels
All his [d7] treasures of diamonds and [g] gold
Youll meet her up there in [c] heaven so fair
When [d7] God comes and gathers his [g] jewels.
(substitute Ill meet her.....on last chorus)
Each night when the pale moon is shining
You can see this lad all alone
With his eyes lifted toard heaven
Hes repeating these words he was told.
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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When you write.
When you write
You hunt for words
Capture them and put them where you
Want them to
Symbolize
An idea, words are symbols too
And these words can be more than that,
Like the word love
Symbolizing how you feel
About her
It can be more than that
Love as a word can go beyond
Its symbolism of
Affection
It can be demanding
About other words
Time
Money
Effort
And if you are true enough it
Can mean vulnerability
And nudity
One by one you remove every
Cover of yourself
From shirt to pants to brief
And there is more to that still
What you write
Any word for that matter
May demand that you remove
Your mind
Your eyes
Your soul even
So that in the end what you write demands
That you become completely
Nothing. Try it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cornered
Protesting words denied
Her love and deep affection
He gently kissed her hand
And... looked into her eyes.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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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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Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend
(leo robin/jule styne)
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental
But diamonds are a girls best friend
A kiss may be grand but it wont pay the rental
On your humble flat or help you at the automat
Men grow cold as girls grow old
We all lose our charm in the end
But square cut or pear shape
These rocks dont lose their shape
Diamonds are a girls best friend
Yeah diamonds are a girls best friend
Lets rock
There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer
Diamonds are a girls best friend
There may come a time when a hardboiled employer
Thinks youre awful nice, but get that ice or else no dice
Hes your guy when stocks are high
But beware when they start to descend
Its then that those spouses
And diamonds are a girls best friend
Diamonds are a girls best friend
Yeah diamonds are a girls best friend
Lets rock again
Diamonds are a girls best friend
Diamonds are a girls best friend
Diamonds are a girls best friend
Diamonds are a girls best friend
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Adversity
Hammer pounding down
On life's anvil man is honed
By his afflictions.
Cynthia BuhainBaello
Friday, March 05,2010
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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A poem for you...
I write a poem for you today,
to get a place in your heart for ever
A poem that could tell you my love for you
I write my poem with emotion and affection
for you to understand my deep thoughts for you
A poem to love and a poem to understand its soul
A poem to enjoy and a poem to understand its happiness
A poem to think and a poem to understand its way of life
A poem to learn and a poem to understand its content
A poem to sing and a poem to understand its melody
A poem to cry and a poem to understand its sorrow
There are poems I have written but this is specially for you
The poem could tell you how important you are for me
There are words comes out freely from my mind to write poem
but there are no words to find my love for you
Those words can not missed as I miss your love today
Let me have all those words put in to my heart and
say I love to write a love poem for you
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright ©2004 Ravi Sathasivam
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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A Gift You Can't Refuse
Will I in this lovely summer day
Write words that darken
Your time, waste away?
My choice is to enlighten!
Will I in this brief and finite life
Write words that burden
Your mind, filled with strife?
My choice is to brighten!
Words may not be enough
For a distant embrace
Friend, do not give up,
God is amazing in Grace!
I will to pray for you
That's a gift you can't refuse,
Whatever you go through -
Prayer has eternal values!
'Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart,
but the pleasantness of a friend springs from his earnest counsel.'
(Proverbs 27: 9)
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Dignity Demands...
dignity demands...
i be who i am,
i stand for what i am,
and i do so with respect!
dignity demands...
i see others for who they are,
that i accept them for who they are,
and do so with respect!
dignity demands...
that i live freedom and equality,
bound by no man nor creed,
and that i live with respect.
dignity demands...
that i do this job,
of living and giving well...
knowing respect brings respect!
dignity demands...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Poem Explodes In This Poets Mind
flying flocks travel in flight,
another faulkner puts down
his shovel, and writes, writes
and writes.
spare me the out cry,
spare me the empty familiar,
spare me the muddled spirits,
and write your own words
with your own blood.
flying flocks travel in flight,
sextan turns up with her friend
plath, and they both write, write,
and write with their own blood.
spare me the out cry,
spare me the empty familiar,
spare me these muddled spirits,
and write with your own blood.
Flying flocks travel in flight, and
a poem explodes in this poets mind,
and i write, and write, and write,
and on this white paper, my blood.
poem by David Gerardino
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Impotent (Naani)
Bawdy language
Dressed in sterile verse
Nullifies its worth and track
Ends in a hallow cul-de-sac.
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July 5,2009
Cynthia BuhainBaello
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Swim Submerged
FLYING flocks travel in flight,
another faulkner puts down his
shovel, and writes, writes, and
writes,
spare me the out cry,
spare me the empty familiar,
spare me muddled spirits,
and write the words with your
own red blood,
FLYING flocks travel in flight,
sextan turns up, with her freind
plath, and they both begine to
write, write, and write, yippee,
says the words, for these words
will end up in a paper back book.
poem by David Gerardino
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