Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

The Mind's like a sponge, it absorbs
Whatever oddities it is fed
Consuming in its mental orb,
The vague Reasons to where it's led.
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But an emptied discourse on violence,
Deranged ways at a repulsive killing
Is a warped pursuit of Indolence.

Wasted lives on a famished endeavor
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Popularity is an empty fame
A momentary recognition,
Just a sleek label to a name,
Passing Time brings oblivion.
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A staring cat sits on my computer
With green eyes that speak it holds
Such a sway on my attention here
Thoughts sent to mind as motive unfolds.
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Inquisitive thoughts like searching winds
Blow through minute corners of the mind,
Swirling conjectures that may rescind
A remnant of last Hope one could find.
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Time is an irretrievable wealth
That passes but once, and in passing, bless.
Intangible gold that is better than health
For the dying people, it's Happiness.
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The seed of Wisdom sown in childhood
In Life, brings forth a nourishing tree
That later will bear fruit that is good-
The foundation of Character for you and me.
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Each time I ponder and consider
Your wondrous Mercy on us flowing,
I cannot but be filled with awe here
So overwhelmed my heart is singing.
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Ang Tunay na Basura

Ang tunay na basura sa aking bansa
Ay yaong maling turo at lihis na pananaw
Na ang Kahirapan Diyos ang may parusa
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Closed eyes refuse Sleep
my open mind sways
between the slumber and waking.
Distant fleeting faces come
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