Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

Such lovely tunes with cheer
When all the while it's time for living
Is so short and fleeting here?
In merry sounds of chirping glee
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Exceedingly thankful
that I came to see
a love so beautiful
you have given me.
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I love the tickle of pouring rain on my palm
Marvel at caressing sand on my toes
I like bird songs, my music when morning comes
A time to relish the touch of a satin petaled rose.
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Thoughts at random is just a rant
Like stones thrown about quite freely,
Formless but they can strike where you want
Yet the hit is done rather weakly.
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With tranquil moments
Respite moves me to look inwardly
in a brief recess of Time
immerse my thoughts in reflections
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Work takes me away from my poetry
Because there are bills to pay
And I need to meet them dutifully
If poetry was the work, Oh this I pray!
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Mr. Neighbor
Of the Hobbit height
Barely four feet eleven
But as petite is his insight
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To be
in Him
see through His loving eyes
for the lost, pay the price
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She has that awful bully complex
And the demon somehow always shows
In words and looks that rather vex
From where much discord always grows.
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How well we feign holiness that's seen
Like white-washed tombs so bright
Inside lies soul decay and gangrene
We manage to hide from everyone's sight.
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