Cynthia BuhainBaello

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

Cynthia BuhainBaello Poems

241. Memories Of You 11/24/2010
242. In Worship 2/5/2011
243. In Him There Is No Fear 2/5/2011
244. The Only Way 2/5/2011
245. Jesus Our Victory 2/5/2011
246. Real Wealth From Jesus 2/7/2011
247. Doubt 5/3/2011
248. Multiplication 5/3/2011
249. Destiny 6/21/2011
250. Hypocrisy 6/21/2011
251. The Bible 6/27/2011
252. A Merry Heart 7/22/2009
253. A Memorial To Lost Love 2/8/2010
254. Rights 8/15/2011
255. Forgetting 8/15/2011
256. Just When I Needed You 8/15/2011
257. Not The End When Love Ends 8/15/2011
258. At Sixty 8/15/2011
259. A Distant Love 8/15/2011
260. The Answer 10/10/2011
261. Are You Happy, Valentine? 2/2/2012
262. A Poem For Those Alone 2/2/2012
263. Death -74, Soccer 0 2/3/2012
264. A Fish Eye 2/3/2012
265. Summer Breeze On My Face (Naani Form) 2/3/2012
266. The Best Way To Live 2/3/2012
267. It's So Wonderful To Be Free 2/3/2012
268. Keep Getting Logged Out 2/12/2012
269. Fear 2/12/2012
270. I Still Find The Roses Red 2/12/2012
271. Tapestry 2/12/2012
272. Chats 5/3/2011
273. I Cry For Children Caught In War 5/3/2011
274. At The Poetry Class 2/13/2012
275. Do We Make A Name? 2/20/2012
276. Pixelated You 2/20/2012
277. Fever 2/21/2012
278. Speed 2/21/2012
279. Unforgiveness 2/21/2012
280. Cycle 2/21/2012
Best Poem of Cynthia BuhainBaello

Clay Story (10 Syllables Per Line Poem)

Strange how Life can be more than a story
Plots and characters bring a pleasant thrill
With laughter and tears, some sad and funny
Tragedies and heartaches may bring Pain's chill.

A finite journey men must tread along
But storms and trials make it clear to me
In the end there's a Home where we belong
Our purpose is -with God we're meant to be.

Life one page at a time is no wonder
God's the Author, so trust in Him today
He knows the best- His Love stays forever
And the choice is ours to make, if we may.

As clay to the Potter, let our life be-
A...

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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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