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  • Cynthia Buhain-baello Rookie - 1st Stage (2/9/2010 12:33:00 AM) Post reply

    The letter 'I' was omitted at the posting of the poem title - it should be 'I Must Have Swallowed the Key'

  • Cynthia Buhain-baello Rookie - 1st Stage (2/9/2010 12:28:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    This was one of my first attempts at poetry and it had earned many reviews in many other sites. I found out most readers like simplicity of words, brevity, and a common idea for the content - here it was a love departed but returning.


    Please do not come back
    And say that you love me.
    I'm the one that you lack
    And your life's been so empty.

    There's nothing to recover
    For this heart's closed to love.
    It's just now you discover
    A treasure you have snubbed.

    Why unearth the mystique
    Of a past that is buried?
    And so hurt someone weak
    With goodbyes that were hurried?

    You longed for my voice
    And the feeling of bliss,
    But you made the wrong choice
    When you left Love like this.

    Gone is the arrow that Cupid shot
    Padlocked this heart, you see.
    Though you pry it open, you cannot-
    For I must have swallowed the key.

    Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello-
    (Written May 2,2009 - Tarlac City, Philippines)

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  • Kyle Hamp Rookie - 1st Stage (2/8/2010 1:05:00 PM) Post reply

    critique and suggestions are welcome and really needed! !

    'I pray sunlight remembers me.'

    A helping of that loneliness
    Has endangered my whole life.
    Its bitter and it quakes me.
    Its siren's song do so entice.

    As does the ink of an octopus
    Left to drift in its departure
    I shiver forgotten too
    Like the devil's discarded garter.

    My hands quiver slightly
    As if to always remind me
    Of the fear I have of fearing
    That dull starlight won't remind me-

    To embrace the drug of sleep
    That only burns to comfort me.
    Only darkness bakes me apple pies.
    I pray sunlight remembers me.

    Kyle S. Hamp

  • Kyle Hamp Rookie - 1st Stage (2/6/2010 2:31:00 PM) Post reply


    Thunder isn't present.
    Lightning doesn't strike.
    The flood after a heart breaks
    Is what this storm is like.

    Twilight claims the daytime.
    God has got the blues
    For once again I'm late again
    In paying my past dues.

    The color of the living
    Has blackened without night.
    Drowning are the daffodils
    Without the sun's sweet light.

    A dilapidated canine
    With fur like scaly skin
    Licks with his pink failing tongue
    God's tears. He drinks them in.

    This puppy is a martyr.
    He believes he will be saved,
    But sadly or maybe gladly
    Under the sun he will be paved.

    Kyle S. Hamp

  • Cynthia Buhain-baello Rookie - 1st Stage (2/3/2010 5:19:00 PM) Post reply

    This is another of my poems with rhyme and rhythm, and a subtle message of faith. I use simple words and phrases as these easily connect to the readers
    and even to those not so familiar with poetry can relate to them. Comments appreciated, these poems were posted at others sites since 2008-2009 and have had positive reviews.


    I am crossing my red sea
    And the waters are high
    They're over and above me
    And they make me cry.

    The burdens are heavy
    Gargantuan tasks
    The challenges many
    More than I can ask.

    The staff that You gave me
    Is this little pen
    For writing is surely
    What You intend.

    I am crossing my red sea
    And my hopes will be bright
    As long as You're with me
    My life is alright.

    My needs You do know
    As I journey across
    I will trust You and so
    I will not suffer loss.

    Hold my hand in this sea
    Many times I will stumble
    Let me reach victory
    For I know You are able!

    'I love You, O Lord, my Strength.'
    Psalm 18: 1
    May 25,2009
    Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
    February 3,2010

  • Cynthia Buhain-baello Rookie - 1st Stage (2/3/2010 6:02:00 AM) Post reply

    This poem was written based on a true story of tragedy that happened in our city. Comments appreciated.


    There is one story that makes me shudder
    And so with care I live each day
    It is about a mother and a daughter
    Who went to a mall for her birthday.

    The mother promised the eight year old
    For a cellphone as her requested gift,
    Excited to call her Dad she was told-
    As they crossed a street, she ran so swift.

    The daughter had crossed ahead and saw
    That her mother was left at the other side
    And so like a child she ran back although
    The lights had changed for the street so wide.

    The lights turned to green and it was a 'go'
    As all vehicles started to go running
    Cars and trucks speeding traffic flow
    Not seeing the small child who was crossing.

    The truck driver saw but it was too late
    The brakes just would not have time to hold
    The little girl met her untimely fate
    As the truck ran over that eight-year-old.

    The hysterical mother went into shock
    Seeing her child's brains on the pavement
    In grief she almost had a heart attack
    Screamed in tears her anguished lament.

    The lesson here that Death teaches us all
    One may be eighty or be eight-year-old
    But when He chooses to give us a call
    With Him, there's no young and there's no old.

    February 3,2010

    Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello

  • Cynthia Buhain-baello Rookie - 1st Stage (2/2/2010 2:58:00 AM) Post reply

    Another poem with rhyme, and a lot of mythical personifications, theme of lost love and supposed 'freedom'. Objective comments appreciated.


    Will Bacchus wine drown me at last
    In drunken stupor lie?
    Freed from the memories of the past,
    In deepest slumber sigh?

    To soar in dreams Orion's mantle
    Ride Hermes' wings in fantasy
    To heights and stars all mine to handle
    Here lies my bed, this galaxy.

    Will Eros then in mercy take
    His cruel arrow from my heart?
    From Aphrodite's list forsake
    My name, from love do I depart!

    Escape to blissful freedom here
    In bright Aurora sun
    The dawn shall wipe away the tear
    Of night, for new day has began.

    Like Echo just set free, enjoy
    Emptied of Narcissus' face -
    With her these dancesteps will employ
    Freedom from my sorrowed days.

    Will Galatea breathe at last,
    And grant Pygmalion's wish?
    But Love when freed escapes too fast
    The heart remains, with none to cherish.

    Copyright 2009 Cynthia Buhain Baello
    Posted at several poetry sites and SEO monitors submissions to said sites.

  • Cynthia Buhain-baello Rookie - 1st Stage (2/2/2010 2:47:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    My poem 'Love's Echo' was written with rhyme and metre, and the theme of lost love lingers through the lines. Comments are appreciated.

    'Love's Echo'

    Your voice in echo haunting me
    Whisper words that resonate,
    They call in dreams persistently
    And speak of Love that Truth negates.

    For you were gone before the morn
    You stole the sunshine from my days,
    Crushed my heart and left it worn
    Where tears tormented all my ways..

    If Sleep would come without a dream
    Oh such comforting release!
    The gentle Silence sings it seems
    Of songs that drown your voice with ease.

    Your echoed Love, please speak no more
    Accord me rest and new tomorrows!
    Mute that voice just like before
    When my heart knew of no great sorrows.

    August 3,2009
    Posted at other sites since August,2009 Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello

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  • Nick Jordan Rookie - 1st Stage (1/28/2010 9:10:00 PM) Post reply

    If you have time, could y'all read and comment on my new poem 'The Room'? It's a horror poem that uses alot of rhyme. Thanks!

  • Kyle Hamp Rookie - 1st Stage (1/26/2010 10:04:00 PM) Post reply

    'This one's for the lovers.'

    'This one's for the lovers...'
    The DJ rattled on,
    But I liked the song a lot
    Though I was dancing all alone.

    And my heartbeat tried to warn me
    While my feet battered the floor,
    But the song's lyrics perfumed me
    As you sauntered through the door...

    I learned I should have battled
    Against the DJ's catchy tune
    Because he led me to fresh sadness
    When the music stopped too soon.

    Kyle S. Hamp

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