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  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (2/3/2010 6:02:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    This poem was written based on a true story of tragedy that happened in our city. Comments appreciated.

    'DEATH COMES TO ANY AGE'


    There is one story that makes me shudder
    And so with care I live each day
    It is about a mother and a daughter
    Who went to a mall for her birthday.

    The mother promised the eight year old
    For a cellphone as her requested gift,
    Excited to call her Dad she was told-
    As they crossed a street, she ran so swift.

    The daughter had crossed ahead and saw
    That her mother was left at the other side
    And so like a child she ran back although
    The lights had changed for the street so wide.

    The lights turned to green and it was a 'go'
    As all vehicles started to go running
    Cars and trucks speeding traffic flow
    Not seeing the small child who was crossing.

    The truck driver saw but it was too late
    The brakes just would not have time to hold
    The little girl met her untimely fate
    As the truck ran over that eight-year-old.

    The hysterical mother went into shock
    Seeing her child's brains on the pavement
    In grief she almost had a heart attack
    Screamed in tears her anguished lament.

    The lesson here that Death teaches us all
    One may be eighty or be eight-year-old
    But when He chooses to give us a call
    With Him, there's no young and there's no old.





    -
    February 3,2010
    Philippines

    Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello

  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (2/2/2010 2:58:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Another poem with rhyme, and a lot of mythical personifications, theme of lost love and supposed 'freedom'. Objective comments appreciated.


    'FREEDOM'S MYTH'

    Will Bacchus wine drown me at last
    In drunken stupor lie?
    Freed from the memories of the past,
    In deepest slumber sigh?

    To soar in dreams Orion's mantle
    Ride Hermes' wings in fantasy
    To heights and stars all mine to handle
    Here lies my bed, this galaxy.

    Will Eros then in mercy take
    His cruel arrow from my heart?
    From Aphrodite's list forsake
    My name, from love do I depart!

    Escape to blissful freedom here
    In bright Aurora sun
    The dawn shall wipe away the tear
    Of night, for new day has began.

    Like Echo just set free, enjoy
    Emptied of Narcissus' face -
    With her these dancesteps will employ
    Freedom from my sorrowed days.

    Will Galatea breathe at last,
    And grant Pygmalion's wish?
    But Love when freed escapes too fast
    The heart remains, with none to cherish.



    Copyright 2009 Cynthia Buhain Baello
    Posted at several poetry sites and SEO monitors submissions to said sites.

  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (2/2/2010 2:47:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    My poem 'Love's Echo' was written with rhyme and metre, and the theme of lost love lingers through the lines. Comments are appreciated.

    'Love's Echo'

    Your voice in echo haunting me
    Whisper words that resonate,
    They call in dreams persistently
    And speak of Love that Truth negates.

    For you were gone before the morn
    You stole the sunshine from my days,
    Crushed my heart and left it worn
    Where tears tormented all my ways..

    If Sleep would come without a dream
    Oh such comforting release!
    The gentle Silence sings it seems
    Of songs that drown your voice with ease.

    Your echoed Love, please speak no more
    Accord me rest and new tomorrows!
    Mute that voice just like before
    When my heart knew of no great sorrows.




    ...............................................
    August 3,2009
    Posted at other sites since August,2009 Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello

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  • Nick Jordan (1/28/2010 9:10:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    If you have time, could y'all read and comment on my new poem 'The Room'? It's a horror poem that uses alot of rhyme. Thanks!

  • kyle. (1/26/2010 10:04:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    'This one's for the lovers.'

    'This one's for the lovers...'
    The DJ rattled on,
    But I liked the song a lot
    Though I was dancing all alone.

    And my heartbeat tried to warn me
    While my feet battered the floor,
    But the song's lyrics perfumed me
    As you sauntered through the door...

    I learned I should have battled
    Against the DJ's catchy tune
    Because he led me to fresh sadness
    When the music stopped too soon.

    Kyle S. Hamp

  • Kaspa Richards (1/24/2010 9:19:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Dear fellow poets, if you have some time spare could you please check out my new poem 'A Broken Cookie' i will of course return the favour, any comments would be nice and constructive criticism is also welcome, thank you for reading this and i hope to read your work too, thanks for your time

    kaspa richards

    http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-broken-cookie/

  • kyle. (1/24/2010 1:18:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    'An Offbeat Annotation'

    All the bleach that ever was couldn't wash it:
    My first time.
    In a thirty dollar room full of sin and stains
    We chose to entertwine.

    Waves of pot and uncertainty drenched my heart
    And washed my mind.
    We tossed around in cigarette butts
    And on tart lust we dined.

    Blood seeped through the fabric
    Of the lumpy bed we rocked.
    My lover smelled of sweat and gin.
    Regret I stored in stock,

    But I'd dreamt that it would be that way:
    Fast and rough and hurried.
    I only wish that I'd had a mind to run
    As fast as my first scurried:

    Left me numb and stupefied
    With an offbeat annotation
    Of drugs and hugs and last of love.
    I needed more than a condom's protection.

    Kyle S. Hamp

  • Kim Keith (1/19/2010 12:48:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Sanctuary


    This has no beginning; the end, I can’t foresee,
    so instead I bear the bruises, scars un-healing.
    She says 'Never again, I’m sorry'
    queasy with this unsettled feeling.

    And I bear the bruises, scars un-healing
    inflicted by my child’s hands;
    I’m queasy with this unsettled feeling:
    a love that rage commands,

    inflicted by my child’s hands.
    Continue to hold hope for the solace it can give,
    but in a love that rage commands,
    there is no room to live.

    So she says 'Never again, I’m sorry'
    this has no beginning—the end, I can’t foresee.
    I’ll continue to hold hope for the solace it can give,
    knowing there is no room to live.

  • Matthew Western (1/4/2010 10:20:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Knowledge and overstanding reigns supreme amongst the chosen few, close to zero but without a use like singing the blues, I choose to cruise head above water, passive enlightenment for me has the ultimate muse.
    So as I spread my wings and bring trauma to your corner of the morgue, the demons are bored.
    You’re lucky you even clawed your way back into the contest, a self-proclaimed artisan on his own little conquest.
    Don’t test the dynamo status that has this loser sinking faster than the lost city of atlantis.
    The romantic seeker of truth, knowledge divine etched in my youth, looking for harmony in my chosen soul group,
    With the spoof of tarnatino, I have drive like robert de-niro cos I remain stern under pressure like the one who accepts nothing lesser.
    Always to always and down to a zero I play devil’s advocate with words like al pacino,
    and if I find you in the street playing emo I’ll have to fight your cause and administer kemo,
    Oh lord unleash the terror in me and help me on my way to the next life and a whole new legacy,
    It’s a felony the fact that Im living my life with pharmaceutical remedies that administer more pain and strife.
    I write rhymes to exfoliate and expose the notion of the apocalyptic golden wake.

    I’ll spin the void and like pink floyd my unique stanza will grow with extravaganza on this high road of illumination, my words manifest with procrastination.

  • Slava Olchevski (12/26/2009 9:46:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Hello.

    I like to repeat the same line in all stanzas of a poem - please, see it used in this poem: http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-only-want-to-be-myself/
    Can you, please, comment on this technique? Who else has used it?

    Thank you.

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