Cynthia BuhainBaello

Gold Star - 6,987 Points (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

Cynthia BuhainBaello Poems

1. Greed (Cinquain) 6/26/2009
2. True Friendship Here 7/2/2009
3. Memories 7/2/2009
4. Thank You Lord For Work 7/3/2009
5. Necessities - Vade Mecums (Senryu) 7/3/2009
6. The Pastor's Letter 7/3/2009
7. Blues, No Rhythm (Cinquain) 7/5/2009
8. Poetic Canvas (Naani) 7/5/2009
9. My Friend In Afghanistan 7/5/2009
10. Faux Pas (4 Senryu) 7/5/2009
11. Lord You Overwhelm Me 7/5/2009
12. Jewels 7/6/2009
13. Mom 7/6/2009
14. Departures (Naani) 7/6/2009
15. Originality (Cinquain) 7/6/2009
16. Is There Another God? 7/8/2009
17. Exaltation (Naani) 7/8/2009
18. Sponge (Cinquain) 7/8/2009
19. The Key 7/8/2009
20. Inconsistency 7/8/2009
21. Cranky Poet 7/9/2009
22. God Is 7/9/2009
23. Sad Eyes (Cinquain) 7/6/2009
24. That's Art (Clerihew) 7/6/2009
25. Class (Clerihew) 7/6/2009
26. Brevity (Cinquain) 7/6/2009
27. The Wedding Ring (Naani) 7/7/2009
28. Real Wealth 7/9/2009
29. Beulah -Zion's New Name 7/14/2009
30. He Died A Hero? 7/15/2009
31. His Reckoning 7/15/2009
32. Where Hate Comes From 7/16/2009
33. The Living Or The Dead 7/16/2009
34. If 7/21/2009
35. Contributions 7/21/2009
36. Presumption 7/22/2009
37. Ichabod - The Story Of Discontent (Narrative) 7/22/2009
38. Prosperity Preaching 7/22/2009
39. Listening And Learning 7/22/2009
40. Slavery 2010 7/23/2009
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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