Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

When anger plagues the heart it seems
The words we say hurt so much more.
Tempers may fly, break at the seams,
As we try to even the score.
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I had a friend so blessed with wealth,
Owned a house and vast properties,
She had one brother of poor health,
Brain damaged with lost memories.
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There's something about books that mesmerize,
A gripping story or some poetry there.
Hours slip by, before one could realize
A book held one captive, the day's over!
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Our words are like birds that are set free
They are hard to get back once they're released.
The pain that they cause, these can easily
Be the thorns in one's heart when friendship ceased.
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When men force their rule with arrogant pride,
Subdue countries with intimidation,
They just show the world what they are inside.
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The wit contained in an epigram
Is often drowned in the words of some.
The salt and spice that waken the senses
Get lost in the din of lines on nonsense.
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Oh, he tried to write but he knew he can't
So with prosaic words meaning nothing,
He scribbled and typed a verbose rant
And pretended to call it 'writing.'
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The moon shone like a giant pearl.
Upon the pristine blue velvet sky,
Like gems letting beauty unfurl
Are stars like diamonds to the eye.
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These times at hand are volatile,
We need faith and courage!
When Evil reigns,
Let Truth remain-
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When Truth is so blurred and diluted
Stand strong, declare it, hold your head up high.
Though men may change and their minds polluted
Remain with Truth and never ever live a lie.
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