Cynthia BuhainBaello

Gold Star - 7,731 Points (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

Cynthia BuhainBaello Poems

801. Rest (Cinquain) 1/22/2014
802. Data Base 2/2/2014
803. Talking About What They Do Not Believe In 2/2/2014
804. He Trains My Fingers For Battle' 2/2/2014
805. His Blood 2/2/2014
806. Happiness Spelled Three Letters Only (Nonet) 2/4/2014
807. Hope (Septolet) 2/4/2014
808. What Love Is (Ninette Poem) 2/6/2014
809. If Roots Could Grip (Kyrielle Poem) 2/6/2014
810. Awakening 2/6/2014
811. Unfortunately Twisted 2/8/2014
812. Tamang Galit (Righteous Anger) 2/8/2014
813. Sigaw Para Sa Maguindanao 2/8/2014
814. My Father Knows 2/14/2014
815. My Heart Sees You 2/14/2014
816. Not All Goodbyes Are Painful 2/15/2014
817. Love Is Like A Sentence 2/15/2014
818. Danger 2/17/2014
819. Bigotry Ensnares 2/18/2014
820. No Peace For Fools 2/18/2014
821. Words Have Power 2/19/2014
822. In The Secret Room 2/19/2014
823. Why They Hate Us (4-Line Poem/Rhymed) 2/20/2014
824. Drugless (4 Lines -Ryhmed) 2/20/2014
825. Mothers (4-Lines/Rhymed Couplets) 2/20/2014
826. Decadence (4-Lines Rhymed Couplets) 2/20/2014
827. Gentle Doves (4 Line Poem-Rhymed) 2/21/2014
828. Declaration (4 Lines Poem/Rhymed Couplets) 2/21/2014
829. Sustaining Grace... 1/24/2014
830. What A Poem Is Written For 1/24/2014
831. You Touch Me With Creation 1/24/2014
832. The Pathway (Naani 25 Syllables) 2/1/2014
833. You Can Try To Do Better 11/23/2013
834. Not All That Matter 2/26/2014
835. Deadly Game (Hexastichon) 2/27/2014
836. Carnal 2/27/2014
837. An Epitaph For Man 3/2/2014
838. The Milquetoast 3/3/2014
839. Rock Eternal 3/6/2014
840. The Lord's Property 3/6/2014
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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