Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

I have to write poetry in five minutes
Because the system logs me out, my time it forfeits
Whatever lines on the page that I might have writ
Are lost and not found, and there's none to edit.
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My days are numbered, soon will be
Due for eternal, thorough accounting.
My expiry date will evidently
Usher the set time for my leaving.
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Laid my cards on the table
Stared empty and numbed
As he made a move to deal
The risk too high I succumbed
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It is not for unfulfilled dreams I live
For always these would be futile to gain,
Fame, riches, trappings, all that we believe
Will make life wonderful and good to attain.
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The vote, so what really is in it?
Is it your muted citizen's voice still
Or a fragment of your perceived myth
A mirage of control or irrelevant will?
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In my anguish I cried to the LORD
He answered by setting my heart free.
And by the power of His Word
Redeemed me from Sin's slavery.
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Some have writ their fate on stars
Riding on the trails of Astrology
Where galactic bodies light or mar
Their finite human destiny.
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The downward spiral that is
Inevitably conquering
What once was a lofty bliss
Will soon enough, be falling.
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Weep now, Oh Camelot!
Wail, for your children, they suffer
Your Cocaine has nearly cut
Whatever life's remaining there.
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