Cynthia BuhainBaello Poems
|1562.||A Father's Legacy||2/3/2010|
|1563.||When Men Die On The Streets Untried||9/21/2017|
|1564.||Yes I Am A Christian, Does That Bother You?||2/10/2010|
|1565.||A Brief Life||4/20/2015|
|1566.||A Lonely Man||1/5/2010|
|1567.||The Hunter (Narrative Poetry)||11/14/2012|
|1569.||A Heart That Worships||7/25/2009|
|1570.||Clay Story (10 Syllables Per Line Poem)||3/11/2014|
|1571.||A Father's Tears (Free Verse)||6/26/2009|
|1572.||He Died A Hero?||7/15/2009|
|1573.||A Baby's Laughter||6/26/2009|
|1575.||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 ...
A Baby's Laughter
Each time I hear a baby's laughter
I feel a tickle in my heart.
I have to stop and listen better
Catching each note of musical art.
Such innocent laugh in joy released,
A soothing balm for a wearied soul.