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Tony Oquendo Aug 2014
I took your hand and held your pain
close to my heart whispered your name
and shared your joy while all the while
consoling the sorrow behind your smile
A reflection on true friends who don't need to comment, criticize or judge.  Who will laugh while you laugh and all the while hold close your pain and never let you go.
1SP Dec 2017
Hay algo en esta iglesia,
El aire parece ser más fino,
Lo único que puedo hacer es alabarte:
Ay, Señor, ¿qué más hago para ti?

Dime...

¿Cómo elevar tu precioso nombre?
Porque anhelo adorarte
Creo que fingí una vez demasiados
Ahora el Espíritu Santo me ha tocado.

Hay algo en esta iglesia,
El aire parece ser más fino,
Lo único que puedo hacer es alabarte;
Ay, Señor, ¿qué más hago para ti?

Dime...

Hay algo en este lugar,
Tan fuerte que no lo puedo luchar,
Sólo quiero verte ahora mismo,
Mi corazón baila porque estoy listo.

Este sentimiento que tengo es tan libre,
Ya no soy imprudente como un belitre;
Las Palmas de mis manos hierven con fe,
Fe en ti, Señor y todo por lo que moriste.

Hay algo en esta iglesia,
El aire parece ser más fino,
Lo único que puedo hacer es alabarte;
Ay, Señor, ¿qué más hago para ti?  

Dime...

Lo único que puedo hacer es alabarte;
Puedo alabarte,
Puedo alabarte,
¿Qué más hago para ti?

Hay algo en esta iglesia,
Hay algo en esta iglesia...
There is my first Christian piece written specifically for Spanish literate audience. #MinistriesBeyondMissions
1SP Dec 2017
Mwen te fèt nan mond sa,
Mond lan nan peche ak dezespwa,
Tankou lòt moun...
Mwen te mache yon chemen nan pèsyade.

Mwen te fèt nan mond sa,
Yon mond nan peche san lafwa,
Tankou lòt moun...
Mwen sote nan lanmè a nan trayizon segondè.

Men avèk favè Bondye,
Mèsi pou Bondye pitye,
Mwen gen yon nouvo lavi
Epi mwen vle pataje levanjil la.

Mwen te fèt nan mond sa,
Mond lan nan peche san paswa,
Tankou lòt moun...
Mwen te monte ti mòn lan nan tout dèt.

Mwen te fèt nan mond sa,
Yon mond nan peche ak tout jwa
Tankou lòt moun...
Mwen te kouche nan kabann lan avèk laperèz.

Men avèk favè Bondye,
Mèsi pou Bondye pitye,
Mwen gen yon nouvo lavi
Epi mwen vle pataje levanjil la.

Mwen konnen kounye a sa...
Gen jijman,
Gen kòmandman
Gen volonte Bondye,
Epi gen favè Bondye.

Pa gen okenn kriye ankò,
Pa gen okenn lensomni ankò,
Gen Bondye pitye sèlman
Se yon privilèj pou gen favè vrèman.

Favè Bondye.
My First Christian Piece written in Haitian Creole. #MinistriesBeyondMissions
Mister J Sep 2017
I just can't think straight
Your eyes leave me blank in bliss
They stare right through me
They penetrate my soul
go straight through my heart
leaving me open to your charms

50th poem. A haiku too. :)
AB Sep 2017
You have to be strong.
Because me, I'm weak,
I've let them break me down.

You have to be wise.
Because me, I'm confused,
I've let them cloud my judgement.

You have to be loved.
Because me, I'm despised,
I've let them change who I am.

You have to be far from me.
Because me, I'm a sickness,
I've let them destroy the good in me.

I've let them turn me into something I
Don't recognize anymore.
I've become what they always wanted.
Lucy Sep 2017
The bird song anchors my soul,
Soothing any quiver of anxiety
Keeping my ship stable and steady.

Sweet shrills and cheery echoes soften my breath,
As my limbs gently fall to rest.

Innocent symphonies rippling through the air,
Offering divine headspace
Detoxifying unwanted bugbear.

I'm at one with the earth
Alive in the moment
My stronghold of calm
A serenity so potent.

No drug can emulate this untarnished moment of peace
A gratifying tension release.

So pure and still I can hear the rise and fall of my chest,
Like blissful waves lapping onto virginal marble sands.
danny Aug 2017
Face; wrinkled, honest, lied straight to,
Heart; soared, broken, mended, strong
Head; sore, clear, weary,
Mind; busy, cloudy, open,
Hands; held, caressed, struck
Soul;, true, troubled, free
Life:lived.
Less than 30 words
As it is Aug 2015
Am.
I am the words here, written in pen.
I am words you hear recited in your head.
I am this and that at the same time.
I am a hundred hammers making a rhyme.

The shout that never raises its voice.
  The scream that cannot contend with all of the white noise.
    The immobile rock that will not hear a sound.
      The never ending ticking of a clock counting down.

I am measured in madness.
I am forgotten before found.
I am hope, hopeful, hopeless, hopelessness.
I am a square that is round.

The challenge put before us all.
  The sharpened pencil, ready to draw.
    The countless times someone was kind.
   The ugly bat, not deaf, but blind
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