Final Call (Couplet)
A passing day like an autumn leaf, falls
From the tree of Time and marks the Age that calls.
The ticking of the clock tells what we face
The Fate of all flesh, the end of our days.
Where Destiny wears the cloak 'Forever'
As we cross that door to comeback never,
The winter chills of Fear may make us see
Live well this life to rest eternally.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
11.8.12
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Tears Now
It is my wise conclusion
That this love is unfortunate
It makes me weep with the notion
That to have you is to seal my fate.
Better to have these tears now
To wash away the dreadful pain
Than to have and to lose you somehow
Then I have to die again and again.
So let us in one last accord
Severe our mutual bond today
Though goodbye is such difficult word,
That is all we have left to say.
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Old Days Are Forever
Take me back to the old days
When we would run with the rain
Falling like showers on our face
And in laughter, we knew no pain.
Take me back to the old days
When music was soothing and mellow
Joys were simpler in so many ways
When Home was the place we could go.
Take me back to the old days
Perhaps in memory we may linger
Old friends and family find a trace
In our hearts, old days are forever.
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Relevance
Shall I just write of petals, leaves, and sky
Escape into a world of fantasy and fairy tale
While all around me are wars where children die
When the world now suffers, as our leaders fail?
For surely dreamy subjects abound... exuberant!
Mindless unconnected thoughts detached from real life
I would rather use the pen for all that's relevant
Express some views and question reasons for a strife.
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At the Poetry Class
I read their poems at dawn
In the still quiet hours, alone
To savor the meter and the rhyme
Of their poetry stored in time.
A myriad thoughts and styles
Their pens bring tears and smiles
A kaleidoscope wrought in words
From the passion that writing accords.
For poetry is like the best wine
That you have as you leisurely dine
Each little sip is one you enjoy
Each line is one that brings you joy.
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A Poem For Those Alone
Being alone is bliss
There is no one there to please
Your life is amazingly free
And you are what you want to be.
There is no one you need to care for
There is no one you have to 'adore'
Your time and your wealth is yours
And no one to reject you, of course!
No conflict and no questions asked
Not even a pretense unmasked
You are just you enjoying 'alone'
It isn't so bad when you're on your own.
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Fantasies
An easy option to give
His escape to inner sanctum
Clothing the naive
With Fantasy's perfume.
In there is no rejection
Nor harsh judgement to weigh
No need to gain perfection-
All acceptance there arrayed.
From reality, the cover
Comes blanketing desires
Differing choice of partners
With all levels of the fire
Consuming hidden passions
Away from reality
A prison in delusion...
His life of fantasy.
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Last Year At Christmas
Last year at Christmas I recall
Dad was still here and made a call
Though he was ill a gift he sent
The last one till to heaven he went.
Last year at Christmas I remember
I was with my dear ailing brother
But then in March he too had departed
Leaving me now so broken hearted.
Sixty Christmases ago
This child had now grown up to know
Each day is Christmas time to love
Family, friends, and God above.
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A Common Man I Am
Like any common man I grope
And struggle to survive and be
Bold with Dignity and Hope
For life is hard and not so easy.
But this I say has made me braver
My hardships laid the lessons learned
Gave Wisdom, insight, character
My joy complete, sincerely earned.
'And we rejoice in our suffering,
because suffering produces Perseverance;
Perseverance, Character; and Character, Hope.'
Roman 5: 3-4
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Speed
Speed has taken away his mother
And their car, like crumpled paper
Became Death's little chamber
And now an orphaned boy will suffer.
Speed muddles some drivers
Like an addictive drug for high
The thrill is there as they drive faster
And the faster they go, people die.
Lives are lost and swiftly taken
By these heartless fools on wheels
Such tragedy should never happen
Keep them caged in bars of steel.
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