Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

In my alma mater, Santo Tomas
We had heard of a mysterious tale
Of a gentle, young Spanish friar who was
A sight that turned anyone very pale.
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Love's a strong untouchable bond
That ties with cords of deep affection,
Ties that reach and go beyond
Time and distance or situations.
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Constant
Pouring rain breaks
A hard rock to pieces
Pain, like rain, when poured out daily
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Each day could be my last
So I resolve to be

Determined and steadfast
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A dot on paper was analyzed
The lawyer viewed such evidence
For all legalities, scrutinized
Then ably wrote his structured defense.
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As we grow older we realize
These basic truths before our eyes:
The emptiness of wealth,
The dignity of work,
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Mark where lies the heart that loved you
In gravestone covered tomb of pain
Where night's eternal slumber will undo
The past affections washed in rain.
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Today is Christmas after
We had no gifts from yesterday
It was a usual lovely dinner
With much to thank for and to pray.
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Ravenous wolves in sheep's clothing
They mercilessly devour the weak,
With a polluted premise in their preaching
Their greedy pangs can make one sick.
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