Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

I close my eyes and listen with my heart
As rushing waves kiss the whiteness of the shore,
In playful rays warmth of the sunlight
Embrace the scene my thoughts adore.
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Though Age is catching up on me
It cannot dry up the ink
From which I write consistently
Emotions felt and thoughts I think.
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Attraction beckons to the bee
Resistance flees
Enchantment grace the scene
With a victor's kiss.
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Wretched childhood had made her
Grasp for every affection felt and seen,
As a saving grace for emptiness there
Such was the frailty of Norma Jean.
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Be happy, Fathers - on your day!
Like captains of the ship
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The thing that amazes me about children
They can vigorously disagree,
Engage in vibrant clash, in the end
They forget and forgive easily.
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Our mind is like a clay,
Soft and easily pliable
And our daily Thoughts
Are the hands that mold
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Notice how the circle
Endlessly it curls around
In a timeless turning hurdle
With no End there to be found.
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The wrench of Adversity is gripping hard
Tightens its hold with a strong squeeze
Where now the Toughest have to regard
A very bleak future where Relief's in a freeze.
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In all things we remember
How finite is our life,
And only God's Word has power
To save us from any strife.
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