Cynthia BuhainBaello

Gold Star - 8,175 Points (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

Cynthia BuhainBaello Poems

681. Windtalker 5/29/2013
682. Wait For Weight In Words 5/29/2013
683. I Wondered How A Bird Could Sing 5/29/2013
684. Timeless 9/9/2013
685. Dawn Has Magic 8/9/2013
686. Conceit (Naani -25 Syllables) 8/9/2013
687. Janus-Faced (Naani 25 Syllables) 8/9/2013
688. Just Soar 8/9/2013
689. Words Reveal (Naani Form- 25 Syllables) 8/8/2013
690. White-Washed Tombs 9/15/2013
691. Divine Conquest 9/15/2013
692. Fountain Of Life 9/15/2013
693. Queer 9/18/2013
694. A Poem's Nucleus 9/18/2013
695. Respite (Gogyoshi 5-Line Poem) 9/18/2013
696. Work & Poetry 9/18/2013
697. Mr. Neighbor 9/19/2013
698. In Him (Hexaduad Poetry) 9/19/2013
699. Bully 9/19/2013
700. A Ray Of Hope 10/5/2013
701. Shutdown 10/5/2013
702. Season Of Gold 10/6/2013
703. The Seed, The Word 10/7/2013
704. Thorns In Life 10/7/2013
705. Boundaries 10/7/2013
706. Who Walks With The Wise Grows Wise... 10/7/2013
707. Night Of The Crescent Moon 10/9/2013
708. How Swiftly.... 10/9/2013
709. Man 4/5/2013
710. If I Had Wings 4/5/2013
711. Priscilla 4/5/2013
712. Rain (Tanka) 4/5/2013
713. He Won'T Take Us Out 10/22/2013
714. What Is Charity? 10/22/2013
715. For The Younger Generation 10/22/2013
716. Reading Labels 10/22/2013
717. If Dreams Would Cease 10/23/2013
718. In Him Always (Cinquain) 11/8/2013
719. Hope (Naani Poem) 11/8/2013
720. The Good Shepherd's Birth (Triolet) 11/8/2013
Best Poem of Cynthia BuhainBaello

The Eyes Are Windows

The eyes are windows of the heart
Wherein transparency will show
A myriad feelings to impart
From where in sadness, tears do flow.

The eyes will say contents of heart
The speech two lovers freely speak,
For Silence eloquently starts
Romance in muted communique.

The eyes are windows of all cares,
Display the sad and wearied soul;
Distant looks and empty stares
Reveal a man who is not whole.

His weak attempts to somehow hide
What's clearly felt and seen-
Will showcase all the stuff inside
Deep secrets of where love had ...

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Time

As precious as the golden sands
That fleeting winds blow freely,
Once in flight, he never lands
And with no leave, departs quickly.

He does not stop for any master,
Nor does he wait for any king.
For those who love, he will not falter,
For the dying, he is everything.

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