My Book Of Poems For The World

My Book Of Poems For The World

by Raymond Christian

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Overview

I have to attribute the note keeping concerning my poems in my early years of writing to my Uncle James Melvin Jones although he is deceased he taught me how to notate things at a very young age. I was taught how to put a date, the time the poem was written and put the reason for writing my poetry by him. As a young man at the age of thirteen I learned about documenting my work. I carried it throughout my years of writing and this is where it has taken me. It has brought me to the point where my fifth book "My Book of Poems for the World."
I hope this book will touch your heart concerning the many attributes of life I have shared with you. Although I do not have a set style of writing I consider myself as being creative and versatile a God given ability and talent to create words with energy and emotions. The variety of poems that are placed in this book are unique in their own way. I pray which ever poem or prose enlightens your heart that you embrace the words and share them with someone else that you may be able to enlighten to help change the course of their life.

Poetry is a spiritual gift of love concerning the many evolutions and cycles that this world we call the planet earth evolves around. It is a gift of love shared by the muses of ones connectivity to bring an individual or individuals into a glorifying act of happiness and peace through each word, each line, each stanza and ending. What you choose to grasp and take with you concerning my work I pray it will be with you forever.

My Book of Poem for the World is a mixture of my work. According to how you feel at the time you pick up the book to read it. I am certain you will thumb through the pages and say to yourself, I like this one or that one just remember that any poem or prose you choose it is definitely up to your liking. I captured many emotions and feelings in this book concerning the poetry and prose enclosed. You will find poems and prose of, love, romance, humor, spiritual enlightenment, death and poems and prose of just food for thought. On the spiritual side of it all I must say that the prose, "Just One More Soul" is one of my best works. It deals with the lost soul and how you must seek God for yourself. There is also, "A Penny for Your Thoughts" quite controversial yet it leads you to a higher power as one would say but of course there is only one true God. If you would go deeper into the books and study it carefully I am certain that you are going to run across what I consider a little food for thought a prose I have written titled, "My Shoes, My Bed, My Table" if you really have a heart ticking in your body once you finish this one prose I am certain you will become more involved in what is taking place with those who are in need of assistance. Not just the homeless but the widows, orphans and strangers who you turn your backs on daily. "I Cry from the Womb" is based on the awareness all mothers should have due to their ability to bring life into this world, a child crying for their mother's protection (sensitive and touching).

Although I do not consider myself to be a controversial writer I understand that some of my work does take some people into deep thought meaning critics and will cause them to think otherwise. I must state that because of my love for all mankind I only write what I know to be factual and true, what I have experienced and what I have researched myself in order that the truth does not get distorted. Prose like "The Whip", "An Unpaid Debt", "The Dim Lights of Justice" and a few others may spark a few thoughts concerning your creed, color or religious background but I state it is time for a positive change to occur and if my work begins to reopen the doors of concern for everyone to put their cards on the table and show their hands then there is not a need to vote.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781463400941
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 06/09/2011
Pages: 316
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.88(d)

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My Book of Poems for the World

Poems and Prose for Soul Searching
By Raymond Christian

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2011 Raymond Christian
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4634-0095-8


Chapter One

Feel My Pain

Wakened out of a deep sleep with pain surging through my body;
I am all alone in this mortal shell, searching through the darkness,
Looking for the light of my relief.
\My inner body cries out, "Have mercy on me, oh, Lord."
My aching bones tremble,
As I try to adjust my body to appease the pain.
Finding temporary gratification in my
struggle for comfort and peace,
I cannot feel my joints, neither can I measure on any scale
The strength it would take for me to just be able to sit up,
Or even call out to my loved ones; I need them with me.
Only I find joy in my inability to call out to them.
\Having my family members and friends
Watching over me is not a pleasant sight.
I am in pain. I find some peace in
not having my loved ones witness my misery.
Even in their frustrating attempts to want to ease my agony,
My satisfaction is not having them feel sorry for me.
I know the pain will gradually begin to subside. I will continue my
prayers by saying,
"Have mercy on me, oh, Lord."
I do not seek pity.
There is only the victory in knowing I have survived
One more second, one more minute, one more hour and day
Of this terrifying and debilitating disease.

Written by: Author/Hall of Fame Poet Raymond C. Christian

Copyright© 2010 www.christianrcproductions.com

The Authors reason(s) for writing

Feel My Pain

The story behind this poem is what I would later find out after I had written it. This poem covered so many areas of pain. Even though I specifically had written it for people who are suffering with the horrific disease multiple-sclerosis, based on what I had discovered from watching the pain the famous talk show host Montel Williams was on the air discussing concerning his battle with MS. The ability to relate to others suffering this poem Feel My Pain truly says it all for the physically ill, the alcoholic, the drug users trying to go through rehab, the mentally ill, the verbally abused, the homeless, the hungry, battered women, the sick and the dieing. Feel My Pain I would like to say is a universal poem for universal pain, something we can all relate to no matter what race, creed, color or ethnicity, somewhere and at some point of time in your life this remarkable compassionate poem relates to you.

The Dim Light of Justice

Life is not fair. Although I live in the greatest country on earth,
justice served is sometimes a justice that is long, long overdue.
I believe in this country and what the justice system stands for.

A very important quote to remember is, the race
is not given to the swift or the strong but to the
one who holds out to endure to the end.

In the light of my reality I search the deepest darkest rooms
looking for those special scales in quest for truth and
justice, watching just watching for the flicker of a flame.

I know they are there truth and justice so my search is not
in vain. As I seek, I shall find, when I ask it shall be given,
when I knock, it shall be open unto me. These things are
in my grasp (seeking, asking and knocking) so, I see the
flicker of the flame, burning dim but still so encouraging.

My heart opened up and poured out its blood into swollen
belly of a slowly burning Constitution. A Constitution
that conveyed a promise of all men being created equal,
a promise of all men and women having a fair chance at
justice, gave me hope to believe in my dying land.

Many say America is a land that can no longer produce,
the tides are beginning to change and the NAFTA Bill is
bringing this country down to its knees. Some say this great
land called America has filled its melting pot to the rim.

Now that this land, this great land is in despair it has
begun to reject its own native born. But oh let me tell
you, I will never lose faith, as long as I can see just a flicker
of the flame. That is in my mind, my heart and soul.

The flame I speak of is not always a visual one. It is a deep
burning desire to embrace the joy of what I stand for and believe
in (Justice), but where do I fit in your due process of law.
If the fore fathers who called this great land America, the home
of the free were here today. I would have to ask this question,
which part is free? To this day there are still city areas and
places of which some people are accepted and others are not.

The Declaration of Independence for which it
stands clearly states freedom as an inalienable right.
A right endowed to all men and women.

The amendments are noticeable changes
to a more positive future.

God bless America and her thoughtful deeds.

Although freedom, equality and justice are supposed to have
been distributed equally there are still biases involved.

What appears to be written compared to what is overtly
being acted upon leaves those of us who honestly want
to believe in what this country stand for in dismay.

A scale that has been given a precision calibration will always
balance its equal. A pound is only a pound; a dollar is only
worth its face value regardless of the spender or the receiver.
All things of the same should be conducive to the same be
it man, woman or child. So I see the flicker of the flame.
Although the scales of justice are still in need of a fine tuning, as
long as there is hope I will continue to see the flick of the flame.

If I told you of my dream could you see my vision? If
have given all that you have asked of me, will you now
assist me in my time of need by any and all means
necessary. So the flame continues to flicker.

As I stare out over this great land called America, as long as
there is a chance for freedom, equality and justice to prevail
unconditionally, I will always see the flicker of the flame.

Written by: Author/Hall of Fame Poet Raymond C. Christian

The Authors reason(s) for writing

The Dim Light of Justice

The creative balancing of the scales of justice has been a centrifugal part of my life since graduating high school. As a young man I began to see the injustices of what those who are in power inflict upon those who were not. Speaking up became a way of life for me. I did not mind scrapping away at the ugly sore of the American justice system until what was covered up once scratched began to ooze out. This prose is based on hope, I continued to say to myself, "If God is before me he is more then the world against me." After resigning from the United States Postal Service in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma because of racial biases and a non-existent due process of law, after I received death threats by phone and in person "The Dim Light of Justice" is about hope, it is about challenging your awareness and making it to a point in life that I could contribute something positive to the spiritual world. I had to revert back to my grassroots and pull myself up by my own bootstraps. This poem can also be found in my first book, "It Still Exists Today". For those who are going through a difficult time keep in mind that as long as there is a God there is always hope and the dim light that awaits you at the end of your darkness will continue to shine bright and brighter as your destiny is revealed. My God is before me and there is nothing in this world greater than my salvation.

The Whip

I am tied between two trees. My skin is soaked profusely with
sweat from the heat. My skin is already tender and sensitive
to touch as I await my fate of the slave masters whip.

Man it is really hot out here. The sun is scorching my skin.
My people have been ordered to come outside to observe
my executioner and watch my merciless beating. As my mind
flashes through the two possibilities that will happen to me
within the next few seconds, first my body will be ripped to
pieces by the master's whip. Then my beating will continue
until I am either dead or as close to death as possible.

I am handcuffed, my feet are shackled I have a rope
around my neck and waist to hold me in place. I can barely
move. As the whip slashes and snaps repeatedly ripping
my skin. I began to lose count while fading in and out of
consciousness. As I watch my blood pour out of my body,
I can see the slave master raise his whip once again.

I can still hear and feel the crackle of the whip whisking
across my back slowly slicing my skin to pieces. My skin is
swollen now from its continual beating, splitting in half. I can
only feel what is left of its tingling sensation with my mind.

I began asking myself this question, how does my skin look? Is it
still there? My skin is hanging by its torn veins, while my blood
continues to pour out of my body, staining the butcher's floor. I
can feel my heartbeat getting slower and slower. I know there is
not much life left, it won't be long. My mind is drifting is drifting
off to all the lynching's and beatings of all the other men, women
and children whipped to death for things that do not make sense.

Things like spitting on the ground, walking on the same sidewalk
as whites, drinking out of white water faucets, whistling while
walking, going in the front door, and for smiling too much

Snap, once again, I am being beaten senseless for a reason that
is not worthy of this kind of punishment. Just for holding up my
head and looking the plantation owner eye to eye. My back is
so hot from the whips burning slashes my life is slipping away.
My conscious mind is saying, hurry up and get it over, come on
with your whip. As I close my eyes and silently beg God Almighty
for mercy. Please take me Lord I cannot take it anymore.

Well, nothing can save me now, as my worthless life listlessly
drifts away. I cannot cry because I can no longer feel the
pain. My body has become numb from its continued abuse.
My eyes are blood shot revealing the unbearable pain of
my body crying for help. Can someone please stop this?

But there is no more snap, that had once ripped my skin apart.
Things have gotten quiet, although I have lost consciousness,
I am still conscious. I can hear pleads for my life, the yells and
screams of mercy of pity. Men and women yelling to the slave
master to stop. Please stop master, he cannot take anymore,
please stop master you are killing him, master please.

Finally a familiar voice orders my release. I am numb from the
crown of my head down to the soles of my feet. I could no
longer feel my body; my executioner has been ordered to stop.

I am being released from my shackles and dragged away. I
am being taken to a place for my wounds to heal. The scars,
they will always be there the memory of the pain I suffered
will always be in my mind. After all that beating and blood
loss I will only be able to stay in bed for a few days until my
wounds close and I can work again on the plantation.

Well I am back and from what I know history does repeat
itself. Knowing myself as a Man, a Man I said I am, a Man. I
will look that slave owner in the eyes once again. I already
know the consequences I will be shackled and whipped once
again. I do not know about you but this is not the life of a
man, being bound and shackled all of his life. Disrespected and
called boy, bud, coon ... etc in front of his family and his wife
call gal never lady or woman. I wonder, why do they always
want me to look down at the ground when I speak? They
may not realize it but I am a child of God and I was born with
the same inalienable rights. They probably think by holding
my head up I might see what they have been trying to hide
all these years, the truth. What the truth actually boils down
to is, in all reality they are no better than I am. So since you
have cut my foot off so I cannot run, you have castrated, cut
off my limbs and continuously spit in my face. I will continue
to hold my head up and always be prepared for. The Whip!

Ask yourself this question "What whip are you facing and
what significant meaning will it have in your life?"

Written by Author/Hall of Fame Poet Raymond C. Christian

Copyright© 2010 www.ChristianRCProductions.com

The Authors reason(s) for writing

The Whip

In the development of ones mind the excruciating thoughts of years pass makes the accessibility of the truth available. The pain each individual feels not only in essence of the slave masters whip but also the simplistic suffering of blue collar and white collar workers on their everyday jobs. Can anyone contest the thrashes not only felt consciously but also subconsciously. The Whip brings to light the emotional dispute of times past of which a black man or a black woman is put in the midst of a lawless land, no rights, no help for anyone who falls under the Jim Crow rule of law, remember this is the truth in reverse. Beaten just because my skin is black and sometimes just because my ancestors where always treated less than human and not to worry about being beaten because no one can do anything and no one cares. What has become even more revealing due to recent research is that great President Abraham Lincoln stated 6 months prior to a year to signing the Emancipation Proclamation that if it were left up to him he never would sign it. The Whip is not a hidden secret of what the slave master holds over the subconscious mind of so many. As African American in this country the United States of America we live in the year 2009 still do not have total freedom to vote, African Americans only have a privilege of being allowed to vote in this country. This bill for African Americans to vote has to be voted on every fifty years as a reminder of "The Whip" to keep African Americans in line for another fifty years. The snap of the whip continues to be broken across the African Americans back and it is an atrocity for all. The repeating of the pain caused as a result of the middle passage of which any progress has shown positive movement in a progressive since involving social status.

Carry Us Through

Carry us through our trials dear God;
There are no boundaries we cannot overcome;
Our faith is larger than a mustard seed;
All weapons and pitfalls we bind forever.
\Lord, you have prepared a table before us;
Feed us this meal, fill us with the Word;
It is like burning coals shut up in our bones;
You are such a wonder to our soul, Lord Jesus.
\We stand firm on the Word of Jesus Christ;
In his mercy is deliverance and victory;
Carry us through Christ Jesus, the good shepherd;
Keep your hedge around us Heavenly Father.
You know the way Lord Jesus, guide us;
As soldiers we will not slumber or sleep;
Your glory is a subtle radiance of light;
Your anointing is from the holy spirit, a powerful gift.
\We serve you Lord God, we worship and praise your name;
You are a fortress under our feet, and Jesus is our rock;
We seek you early before the dew is formed on the ground;
We will rejoice under the shadows of thy wings

Written by: Author/Hall of Fame Poet Raymond C. Christian

Copyright© www.ChristianRCProductions.com

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Table of Contents

Contents

Feel My Pain....................1
The Dim Light of Justice....................3
The Whip....................7
Carry Us Through....................11
Baby Can I Fix You a Plate....................13
My Naked Body....................15
Fix Me....................17
How Do You See Me....................20
Take the Shade Away From Mine....................22
Symbolic Woman....................25
The Words of a Prophet....................27
The Role of a Poet....................31
My Social Elite....................34
Be it Ever So Humble, Bring our Soldiers Home....................38
The Performance of a Lifetime....................41
A Seasonal Time....................45
Woman from a Mans Prospective....................50
My Soul Cries Out....................53
The Unborn Child....................55
Just One More Soul....................57
A Tribute to King Solomon....................65
He visits with the Angels....................67
Paradise in Euphoria....................74
Shadows in the Dark Night Air....................76
A Friend or Not....................78
My Peace Within....................80
Lead down a Path of Destruction....................82
Heaven or Purgatory a Thin Line....................91
An Unpaid Debt....................93
YOU....................95
My Private Thoughts....................97
I sit and talk with you....................100
Every second of the day....................102
Always Giving....................104
My New Life with Christ....................106
The Wind....................108
America Don't Forget....................110
My Members are torn....................114
Your Time My Pleasure....................117
A Quail or Pen....................118
My Mystical Mermaid....................120
She's Mine....................121
Through the Eyes of a Father....................123
The Crossroad of Life....................126
A Changing World....................129
A Waiting Moment....................130
My Precious God....................131
Flight of the Bird....................133
Diving Into Your Thoughts....................135
My Blue Star Sapphire....................136
Jasmine....................137
He changed the thoughts of Americans....................141
A Penny for My Thoughts is a Price Paid in Full....................144
Price Paid in Full....................147
Receiving a Blessing....................148
You Are....................150
A Statement of Truth....................151
Your Compassion....................152
A Ghost....................153
A Stolen Life....................154
My Soul, My Spirit, My Light....................157
Lift Me Up....................159
Your Perfection of Perfect....................160
For You Precious....................161
Who Am I....................164
Love Color Love....................166
Afghanistan..... What is this....................167
My Psalm of Praise....................170
A Very Special Day....................172
Moving on the Word of God....................173
The Caller....................174
In Life and In Love....................176
Good Communication....................177
How I See You (Woman)....................178
My Bright and Beautiful Star....................180
My Soul Wonders....................181
In Your Absence....................182
Snow Drift....................183
The Other Day....................184
A Cry from the Womb....................185
My Angels of Light....................187
How Precious You Are to Me (A loved one gone)....................188
This I See and More....................189
Still Waters run Deep....................190
Lesbian Woman....................191
The Rose....................193
A Silent Prayer for Peace....................195
The Glory of God....................199
Your Little Sheep....................203
A Test....................205
A Transition....................207
What?....................210
My Shoes, My Bed, My Table....................213
My Shoes, My Bed, My Table My Special Dedication....................225
My Soul....................229
Life is it yours, what are you seeking?....................232
She is All Grown Up....................234
Thank You Lord....................237
Happy Birthday Mother....................239
Knowledge/Power....................241
A Wonderful Mother....................242
Thank You for Loving Me back....................243
Are You....................244
My Love is forever with Thee....................245
The End of my Journey....................246
Mothers....................247
She is the Greatest....................248
I Got You....................249
My Morning Walk....................250
I have already gone before you....................251
You....................252
My Black Widow (Woman)....................254
Just What Were You Thinking....................256
My Savior....................259
Conclusion....................263

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