Cynthia BuhainBaello Poems
|1561.||Words Like Pebbles||6/26/2009|
|1563.||The Dead Cannot Smell The Flowers||10/31/2017|
|1564.||The Hunter (Narrative Poetry)||11/14/2012|
|1565.||A Father's Legacy||2/3/2010|
|1566.||From The Windows Of Our Eyes||12/28/2017|
|1567.||When Men Die On The Streets Untried||9/21/2017|
|1568.||Yes I Am A Christian, Does That Bother You?||2/10/2010|
|1569.||A Moral Crisis In The Philippines||11/21/2017|
|1570.||A Brief Life||4/20/2015|
|1571.||A Lonely Man||1/5/2010|
|1572.||What Is Poetry Really?||12/28/2017|
|1574.||A Heart That Worships||7/25/2009|
|1575.||Clay Story (10 Syllables Per Line Poem)||3/11/2014|
|1576.||A Father's Tears (Free Verse)||6/26/2009|
|1577.||He Died A Hero?||7/15/2009|
|1579.||A Baby's Laughter||6/26/2009|
|1580.||The Eyes Are Windows||6/26/2009|
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 ...
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.