Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

Dusty Heart

The heart is the throne of our being,
From where issues of life come forth.
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When a people so blind and dumb
Vote for a confessed psycho-killer,
Their country to shame will succumb
For a moral crisis takes root there.
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My Father's words are my legacy
He gave the pen of ardent writing.
The love for books and careful study,
And wealth of knowledge gained by reading.
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When Men Die on the Streets Untried

When men die on the streets untried
Are the scales of justice broken?
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Words like pebbles
Thrown down a pond
Will cause some ripples
That go around.
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Midnights breathe an eerie silence
Such a distinct hush that even crickets hear
In subdued chirping they intently hearken
Each muffled sound says the twelfth hour's near.
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I tell the life story
Of the lines in your face,
I have a good memory
Of the years with each gaze.
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Mystified by a tiny firefly
I gazed in childlike trance
The magical flickering lights -
Did it carry in its hands?
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Today's young people want a quick fix
In those drugs and drinks they can get
And so in much trouble they get to mix
With their lives destroyed, filled with regret.
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I know how it is to be lost
Rejected, scorned and abused.

I know the feeling and the cost
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