Cynthia BuhainBaello

Gold Star - 8,927 Points (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

Cynthia BuhainBaello Poems

41. Frankie 7/23/2009
42. Two Hundred Years And Falling 7/23/2009
43. His Promises, His Love 7/23/2009
44. How Great The Love He Gives Us! 7/25/2009
45. These Tears 8/2/2009
46. Love's Echo 8/3/2009
47. Small Leader, Small Values 8/4/2009
48. The Death Of Rebellion (Narrative) 8/4/2009
49. Love In Pendulum 8/5/2009
50. If I Had Known 8/6/2009
51. Heart Anesthesia 8/6/2009
52. No Time To Cry 8/6/2009
53. Resulta (Result) 10/5/2009
54. Dreams, Stars, And You 8/2/2009
55. The Other Woman 8/3/2009
56. Nightmares 10/31/2009
57. Rigor Mortis 12/1/2009
58. He Gave Us Christmas 12/27/2009
59. Last Year At Christmas 12/27/2009
60. While They Are Here 12/27/2009
61. Candidates (Tanka) 12/28/2009
62. Elections (Naani Form) 12/28/2009
63. Touch Of Love (Senryu) 12/29/2009
64. Do You Really Want Money? 12/29/2009
65. When I Think Of You 12/29/2009
66. Patience (Naani) 12/29/2009
67. Wander Heart, Wonder Woman 12/29/2009
68. First Christmas (Cinquain) 12/16/2009
69. Christmas Because 12/27/2009
70. Stubborn Hearts 12/29/2009
71. Victims All 1/3/2010
72. Men Are Eloquent 1/4/2010
73. Godlessness In The Last Days -Reality 1/4/2010
74. Laugh Through Your Tears 1/4/2010
75. Only Fools Stop Loving 1/4/2010
76. Sometimes I Find Poems 1/5/2010
77. Masquerade (Naani Form) 1/6/2010
78. Goodbyes (Cinquain) 1/6/2010
79. If Death Does Not Come 1/6/2010
80. Fireflies 1/7/2010
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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