Spoken Poetry About God Tagalog Novels & Stories

[Ang Alabok ng Hari] Ang malapot at mainit na dugo ni Dante na dahan-dahang umaagos sa aking mga kamay ay ang huling patunay na ang langit ay walang balak patawarin ang aming mga kasalanan. The weight of his collapsing body against my shoulder was an anchor dragging me into a bottomless trench of despair, but the Replacement Protocol kept my spine straight, forcing me to stand like a stone monument over the god I had just slaughtered.

Laking pasasalamat niya sa Mamang Dalisay niya sa pagbibigay nito ng napakagandang regalo para sa kanyang kaarawan. “Limang bagay lang ang ibibilin ko sa iyo na dapat mong gawin anak. Una, seek first the kingdom of God. If you prioritize God’s desire for your life, He will take care of the desires of your heart.” Napangiti si Tala, mabuti na lang at regular siyang ayain ng mamang niyang magsimba. Sa ganitong paraan ay hindi siya nakakalimot magdasal at makinig ng mga aral ng Diyos.

Dahil diyan kayo masaya. I just found myself one day in a cafe. I was in the corner while listening to a man’s spoken poetry. Mukha din na nakikisama ang panahon sa nararamdaman ko. It's raining outside, It's also dark inside the cafe even though there are plenty of colorful lights surrounding us. Ang iba ay napapahiyaw dahil sa mga katagang sinasabi ng poeter. Ang mga kababaihan naman sa kabilang table ay tinutukso ang isa sa mga kaibigan nila.

" I cried as I hear the priest talk and Apollo holds on to me tightly. The priest continues, "God, my God why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning? Oh my God I cry by day, but you do not answer, and by night but no rest." The girls are all sobbing holding on to their partners I hear how Apollo cries beside me as the priest speaks. "We hear again the promises of God: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, God’s mercies never come to an end;

They mention the poor, the sick, the weak, and the needy all over the world. The pair developed their spirituality, and their whispers began to thunder like lightning, resonating loudly in the howling winds. People around are asleep; therefore, every door is closed. When a couple speaks in tongues to their own almighty God, the excellent supplier of all humanity and the entirety of biodiversity, no one is aware that they are doing so. "Lord, I love you; Honey, I love you; I love you, my child! Daniele exclaims as David gently cradles her in his loving arms as tears fall copiously from her eyes.

I exclaim in surprise. She nods, “Every High Priest or Priestess can speak the language of the Gods.” “Okay, you can stop trying to impress me now, I already like you,” I say, nudging her playfully. She chuckles and smiles warmly at me making my heart flutter. I love her smile. “So what does your piece say?” “Nothing helpful. All I can make out are the words ‘When God and’, ‘worlds’, and ‘and az’ but that’s about it,” she sighs.

You lock your bedroom door and close the window Indeed you know that there is no way to hide I get in from the door on the backside Baby, I'm your nightmare Sinubukan ni Gaia na wag pansini ang nakakakilabot na kantang ikinanta ng tinatawag ng kararamihan na--anghel.

Oh, pag-ibig, Fortune Cookie Pag nabuksan 'di mo na mapipigilan 'to Hey hey hey, sunod na pangyayari Walang ibang makapagsasabi Lumuluha, Fortune Cookie Wag naman na 'di na gustohing umibig pa Hey hey hey, hey hey hey Madami pang pag-ibig darating sa iyong buhay Ang kalungkutan ay dapat 'di na kalimutan Bukas may magbibigay din ng kaligayahan sa iyo"

is echoed immediately by Father Brennan, my father and Bill Gregor, and all the while, Father Kilroy’s been sprinkling the house with holy water and the smoke from the brazier is rising in a wispy fragrant cloud to fill the rafters. “Many shall come from Saba,” Father Kilroy says. “Bearing gold and incense,” the others reply. “Lord, heed my prayer.” “And let my cry be heard by you.” “The Lord be with you.” “May he also be with you.” “Let us pray." Father Kilroy waits as heads are bowed. "God, who disclosed your only-begotten Son to all nations by the direction of a single star, grant that we who now know you by faith may one day behold you in your heavenly majesty, through Christ our Lord.”

And Kurai. He is just right there sitting in a majestic pose, so relaxed as his face and seems his beautiful dark eyes don't blink. What a weird god. Then the music starts. I start to sing the song. But this time, it feels like I wasn’t the one who was singing. Its voice rolled over the place in sorrowful waves. Swells of power rose up in my throat. I couldn’t even tell if it was words that came from me. Its voice was music, and grace, and the haunting feeling of knowing that my voice was brought out in a fit of pain.