Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

Times goes through
The hourglass
Telling me that you
From this moment's place
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He cannot taste the freedom

Of walking once again
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Time is a gift that keeps ticking away

And like a flower, it will never stay
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Sometimes I find my writings
Quixotic and unreal
A list of dreamy preachings
Subjective to what I feel.
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We used to carry books to school
But now they carry guns
Are bullets now the tool
For schoolwork to be done?
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I get lost in metaphor,
I'm confused with simile
Or what analogy is for,
Though I try some imagery.
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These trying times demand it
No halcyon days ahead.
But all hard work brings profit
Stand up and refuse to dread!
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In covert dim light
A nymphet came
To grace his sight
With her small frame
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Curiosity is stirred by this blanket of white flannel
Covering the blueness of my morning's vast sky
Cottony mantle of fluffy cushions that jostle
Continually with the breath of winds that blow by
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It takes a marvelous person
to influence a child so deeply
in a short span of years lived on
this earth, you've done admirably.
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