Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

Survivor

Sometimes love hurts so much, pain is all that I feel.
The wounds bleed for years, as if they'd never heal.
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The grace of God is free, it's true
But cost our LORD'S great sacrifice,
A ransom paid for me and you
For no human good could suffice.
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Prayer is the God-given authority
We have as the children of God,
To proclaim the power of God Almighty
And bind forces of evil with His Blood!
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C ome to think of it, everything offends them, of late.
E ven the most trivial thing on earth, they hate.
N egativity seems to run in their veins from birth
S tupidity never had a cure, it needs no effort.
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I like your poem John Kent,
Titled 'I am My Father's Son'
I wrote you a nice comment
But I found that it was gone.
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When I shall die
And in my casket lie,
No more to hear
The songs I love so dear,
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Lost poems are like lost toys
Forgotten maybe but still cherished.
Where they end up these cannot employ
The joy of writing that one wished.
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A friend said 'We're in the sunset years'
And while we both laughed, the truth is quite sad.
We've reached the road that ends all joy and tears,
The finish line is near for the life we had.
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It seems in our land there's a definite lack
Of intelligent leaders who could turn back
These Communist rebels who don't respect a truce,
Who sow death, violence, terror, abuse.
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Inversion

When truth is masked and lies declared as truth
Inversion comes around with Deception's fruit.
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