Cynthia BuhainBaello

Bronze Star - 2,951 Points (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

Cynthia BuhainBaello Poems

1. Time 6/26/2009
2. Colors 6/26/2009
3. Gold 6/26/2009
4. My Island Far Away 6/26/2009
5. Greed (Cinquain) 6/26/2009
6. True Friendship Here 7/2/2009
7. Memories 7/2/2009
8. Thank You Lord For Work 7/3/2009
9. Necessities - Vade Mecums (Senryu) 7/3/2009
10. The Pastor's Letter 7/3/2009
11. Blues, No Rhythm (Cinquain) 7/5/2009
12. Poetic Canvas (Naani) 7/5/2009
13. My Friend In Afghanistan 7/5/2009
14. Faux Pas (4 Senryu) 7/5/2009
15. Lord You Overwhelm Me 7/5/2009
16. Jewels 7/6/2009
17. Mom 7/6/2009
18. Departures (Naani) 7/6/2009
19. Originality (Cinquain) 7/6/2009
20. Is There Another God? 7/8/2009
21. Exaltation (Naani) 7/8/2009
22. Sponge (Cinquain) 7/8/2009
23. The Key 7/8/2009
24. Inconsistency 7/8/2009
25. Cranky Poet 7/9/2009
26. God Is 7/9/2009
27. Sad Eyes (Cinquain) 7/6/2009
28. That's Art (Clerihew) 7/6/2009
29. Class (Clerihew) 7/6/2009
30. Brevity (Cinquain) 7/6/2009
31. The Wedding Ring (Naani) 7/7/2009
32. He Died A Hero? 7/15/2009
33. His Reckoning 7/15/2009
34. Where Hate Comes From 7/16/2009
35. The Living Or The Dead 7/16/2009
36. Rain 7/16/2009
37. If 7/21/2009
38. Contributions 7/21/2009
39. Real Wealth 7/9/2009
40. Beulah -Zion's New Name 7/14/2009
Best Poem of Cynthia BuhainBaello

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 ...

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Earthquakes

We're proud of things we're in control
Relaxed, at ease with daily cares.
We rule ourselves, no fear at all
As we juggle desires and money affairs.

We are not fazed by things that unnerve,
As long as these do not hit us home.
The wayward ones get what they deserve,
We send the needy where they come from.

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