Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

Carefree paper kites soar with childhood dreams
Still in my mind a distant merriment,
Echoes of our laughter and glee it seems
Return with their lost mirth and enchantment.
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My writing is like an essential food
That I need to take in like a deep breath,
Words on a blank page to be understood
By a reader, like a feast he can get.
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I am no angel and I don't pretend,
When provoked, there is rage inside me.
It sort of comes out to seek amends
When the weak is treated unjustly.
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They tied Him on a pillar
As if He would try to escape
His destiny foretold before birth
They tore off His clothes, took His cape.
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In war, to lose one's life
That is a noble thing.

There is a valid reason
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'Just let me go!
God made a mistake-
It's what I know
This love is fake! '
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Their invisible bond never ends
Life cord that ties child to mother
Love connects, as she attends
Unselfish tender care
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Though I may not have many assets
My simple dwelling not that grand
My luxuries in life scarce
Work feeds the needs at hand
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The hooded man with the sickle
He comes without invitation
He drops in on all kinds of people
And takes them with no hesitation.
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When the tongue is used as a whip
Through toxic words that rage
The heart is revealed from those lips,
And the venom's released from its cage.
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