Reginald Walker Poems

Book One: The Journey Begins

(This is a fictional poetic series and short story about events that never take place and about people that have never existed. Any representation of an actual event or person is purely coincidental in nature.)
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Book One: The Journey Begins

(This is a fictional poetic series and short story about events that never take place and about people that have never existed. Any representation of an actual event or person is purely coincidental in nature.)
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Book Two: On the verge of war

(This is a fictional poetic series and short story about events that never take place and about people that have never existed. Any representation of an actual event or person is purely coincidental in nature.)
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Hear my prayer, O Lord.
Please strengthen me to endure.
Guide the steps that I take, O Lord.
Empower me to remain true.
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Who made the vast universe and the small planet on which we live?
Who ordered time and space so everything would not suddenly hit?
Who added the contrast of colors and the fluffy clouds to the fabric of the sky?
Regardless, of how you say it, the only correct answer is 'GOD DID IT'.
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A fool is someone that wakes up and witnesses the splendor of a new day;
Yet, by their actions and the words they say, they deny the existence of God.
A fool is someone, in spite of many near collision with death, still refuses;
They simply will not acknowledge that in their safety God played a major part.
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The unfair injury burdened upon the shoulders of the African men and women.
The echoes of slavery constantly overshadows America’s path to the future.
Memories of yesterdays gone; times that we hope will never return again.
The cries from the hurt, forced, chained and scared treading waters to places untold.
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God, I just do not understand why
You treat me so good everyday.
In spite of all of my sins and all of my mistakes,
You are still good to me.
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I was hooked on crack and living on the streets.
I wanted nothing out of life except another toke.
I did not have a place to call my home,
Because that pipe always kept me broke.
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The aroma of magnolias wafts upon a gentle breeze.
The forest is filled with nothing but magnolia trees.
A bright pinkish flower inside dark green leaves.
Magnolia Island is where my dream vacation will be.
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