Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

The view from the windows of our eyes
Differ from many others, we must realize.

Darkness for some spells seasons of loss,
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Ah, the pride of man unmasked,
When Death upon his door comes knocking.
When weakened arms fail in their task
When eyes, in vision, are failing.
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Our chance for heaven is here on earth,
While breath gives life to goodness.
While hearts still beat as love goes forth
And those we meet feel our kindness.
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You can come to my funeral, it's alright.
I got rid of my bitterness and pain.
There won't be grudges and no fight,
Just be thankful I'm not John McCain.
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When a people so blind and dumb
Vote for a confessed psycho-killer,
Their country to shame will succumb
For a moral crisis takes root there.
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My friend does not believe in God,
Some priest abused him at age eight.
Destroyed his life and it's so sad,
My friend does not believe in God.
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Some people hold on to the past
And cry those forever tears.
Trying to retrieve what won't last,
Unaware the finish line nears.
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When Love, in mercurial flight forsakes
The heart that it once cherished
Tears that flow leave
Vows and rings...tarnished.
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I watched in sheer amazement
At their lively repartee
Of such silent engagement
Discussed extensively
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A path was drawn for his leadership,
No man had ever been more blessed,
Destined by God to loosen the grip
Of Philistine hold and grant Israel rest.
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