A Preacher Writer
'You should be a preacher
That is where you make good'
I heard that frequent answer
And I'm sadly misunderstood!
That role could make me richer
But I can't deal with demands
And so I better stay where
The LORD beside me will stand.
And this here is my pulpit
All the message I can preach
No need for members to meet
And all the world I can reach!
Amen!
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A.I.D.S. (Acute Income Deficiency Syndrome)
Yes, it is the curse
Of this generation
A gripping torment
That seems to plague
Every country
And every nation
And we see the cause
As rather vague.
No one is exempted
But those in royalty
Vatican can be regarded
As one reason, partially
And sadly all of us become
Willing victims tied
To Acute Income Deficiency Syndrome
Our leaders - they all lied!
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Magnificent (Double Acrostic)
M ystifying covers forM
A ll Nature's green and faunA
G racing thoughts excitinG
N ew life, as Curiosity is giveN
I nvigorating sights relieve all ennuI
F illing one with the wonder oF
I nscribed greatness there, and I
C onsider them wondrous bric-a-braC
E very bit of Beauty's facE
N ourishing one's soul agaiN
T hey all contain the Maker's message senT.
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Rights
Blatant disrespect is not a right
When another's freedom is transgressed
For to use your art to start a fight
Is like stepping down on the oppressed
And there the freedom draws a line
Cutting in what is called abuse
You have your rights and I have mine
Remember to put that art to good use.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
Tarlac City August 16,2010
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A Kind of Love Not Needed
Flickering shadows
Memories of the past
Gray tomorrows
Promises do not last
Fading words you said
Leave sad empty feelings
The Love I gave not needed
Had led to our parting
Regrets may come too late
And reality is now here
The heart must face its fate
With goodbye... falls the tear.
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Words
It is a deadly
Double-edged knife
That cuts the heart
Completely,
Bleeding strife.
It is the spark
That sets on fire
Tongues of Anger
Devouring
In the mire
All that's bitter.
Words released
Become Reality,
They leave a mark
Some stay
Permanently.
Children remember
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Laugh Through Your Tears
Laugh through your tears
For lessons there are precious
The broken heart will heal
And Time will be most generous.
With the coming of the Spring
The cold Goodbyes will melt
A new Love will be blooming
And with sweeter affections felt.
Dust off your lonely sorrows
Dress up your face with a smile
Face a brighter new tomorrow
Your new Love will come in a while.
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Stubborn Hearts
Stubborn hearts never learn
They will just keep on breaking
For faithless love they always yearn
Not tired from all the waiting.
Stubborn hearts keep loving
When ears are deaf to words
When eyes are blind to seeing
All the passion it accords.
Stubborn hearts are always true
And realize the matter
This heart is always here for you
And it cannot wait for later.
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Self-Deception
The fooling of Self starts with lies
Pretensions that cover naked eyes
Writing based on sly and covert moves
Insults the art with dirty shallow grooves
Creativity is killed with utter duplication
Originality slain by literary imitation.
Such practice marks a character famine
That writer is a thief that dwells therein.
March 31,2010
Cynthia Buhain Baello
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That Is Why I Thank God For Today
Each day is a chance again to live
To wake up once more is in God's hand
Each day is a blessing, a day to believe
Another day to love in a fragile strand
Any time it may snap, all men will soon die
Life is finite, when we give a last sigh
When the strand is cut and we lose our sight
With a last breath, set for eternal flight.
That is why I thank God for today.
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