Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

With my sugar cane bar of tira-tira
Steps hurry for the little purchase,
At the nearby store, a chore for Mama-
My wooden clogs or 'bakya' days.
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A caterpillar has no beauty
To boast of or display
It feeds on leaves continuously
In a pitiful and crawling way.
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When your days are up, like drifting sand
That flows slowly down the hourglass,
For all the reasons you cannot understand
Your strength declines like withered grass.
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I wonder why some people
Would go through life
Hating and blaming
Storing up in their hearts
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Of its own devouring Self
In malevolence, just drifting-
A devastation beyond help.
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Old folks said 'Don't beg! '
For work is always there to do
Unless you've lost both legs
Or eyes have lost visions too-
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Did you know
That the tongue is a fiery sword
Blazing through
With power in each spoken word?
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Choose to spread His love
Speak forth the rays of Light
For darkness cannot prove
More powerful than His might
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Space is a natural need
It's for breathing and exhaling,
Space for growth as with a seed
And basically, space for just being.
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If losing all self-respect is the price
Of fickle fame and fleeting wealth
And if dancing almost naked for all eyes
Was the world's requisite, I'd melt
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