Lifetimes ★★★★★

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lifetime, outerspace, outofthisworld, physics, poem, poery, Space, writing

“You look like somebody who I’ve met in another lifetime”
 
Like you travel.
But not the type that could be understood
By a regular human brain–I could never
Be understood
By a regular human brain.
 
“You look like somebody I know in another lifetime”
 
You draw nostalgia from my well
Of buried memories:
Feelings of love that were never supposed to resurrect
Feelings of love that I kinda, sometimes, maybe, wanted to resurrect
 
To tell me there’s still beauty to fight for.
 
“Have I met you before?”
 
You travel through distance,
Outside time’s boundaries;
Travel through Space and Time
Knowing limitation is all in the mind
 
Maybe you’ve come for me, I’m hoping.
This time and age hasn’t been merciful…
I wanna go back!
 
You’re one of the travelers
To morph; to switch parts, and revive
Dead memories.
 
You’re one of the travelers.
 
To drag with you
Things that were made sure to die.
Now I know why
There’s this slight feeling of something I forgot
That is still with me.
 
“You look like a time I’d give it all, to return to”
 
“You remind me of a moment that escaped.
One I tried to hold on to.”

@sircharlesthepoet

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Have I met you in another lifetime?

TELL ME A JOKE :D (Video)

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art, funnyvideo, performingart, poem, poetry, videocontent, writing, youtubevideo

Some time last year, I was at a poetry show where I was performing. As I was waiting to go on stage, I started chattin’ this cutie pattootie up. At one point, she said, “haha! So what do you do? Write funny poetry?” Right when she asked that, it was my time to go up on stage. Long story short, I flamed the stage! Now, this story has NOTHING to do with this poem, but thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy the video! 🙂

@sircharlesthepoet

TELL ME A JOKE (part 2)

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artist, creativewriting, darkworld, goodcomedy, poem, poetry, poetrycommunity, writing, writingcommunity

It’s been kind of bland around here,
So spark the dark; spark the talk.
Tell me how you walk with a spark
And the reason? Well, this world is simply too dark
 
Tell me how you walk that walk,
You talk that talk. And it’s all good when you in the hood
How you belong on a stage, next to Eddie Murphy
But I guess, for now, we’re gonna keep your jokes to the back of the classroom
 
I need a funny story!
I wanna know why
That rooster was chasing your long legged aunty, in the yard
Tell me how
She ended up running all throughout town with a broken sandal even after the rooster flew away
Tell me how is it that roosters fly in your stories!

@sircharlesthepoet

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Everyone is a treasure box that has the world’s most beautiful stories. I wanna know all of them. Go ahead, tell me a story. Spark up my world. Spark the dark.

Tell Me A Joke (Part 1)

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agoodjoke, art, bestmedicine, comedy, funnypoetry, laughter, poem, poetry, writing, writtencomedy

Tell me a story.
 
Matter fact,
Tell me a joke.
 
Tell me about how you spend more time collecting
Dad jokes
As opposed to doing your school work
 
Tell me why pain makes you laugh
Right before you yell “yooo that’s fucked up! Oh my Goddd!!
I’m definitely going to hell for laughing at this”
Tell me the story of that one time you did that one thing
So ridiculous,
That you fell, got injured,
Yet you proved that laughter is still the best medicine

@sircharlesthepoet

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Laughter is still the best medicine 🙂

TELL ME A JOKE! :D

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art, artist, creativewriting, humor, humour, poem, poetry

Tell me a story.
 
Matter fact,
Tell me a joke.
 
Tell me about how you spend more time collecting
Dad jokes
As opposed to doing your school work
 
Tell me why pain makes you laugh
Right before you yell “yooo that’s fucked up! Oh my Goddd!!
I’m definitely going to hell for laughing at this”
Tell me the story of that one time you did that one thing
So ridiculous,
That you fell, got injured,
Yet you proved that laughter is still the best medicine

It’s been kind of bland around here,
So spark the dark; spark the talk.
Tell me how you walk with a spark
And the reason? Well, this world is simply too dark
 
Tell me how you walk that walk,
You talk that talk. And it’s all good when you in the hood
How you belong on a stage, next to Eddie Murphy
But I guess, for now, we’re gonna keep your jokes to the back of the classroom
 
I need a funny story!
I wanna know why
That rooster was chasing your long legged aunty, in the yard
Tell me how
She ended up running all throughout town with a broken sandal even after the rooster flew away
Tell me how is it that roosters fly in your stories!

David was able to beat the goliath, blah blah blah
We’ve heard that story too much
This world is rather sad, and my poetry is not doing it any longer
So tell me, if it’s no bother
This time, let us try humor
 
I actually carry with me a folder on my phone that is filled with dad jokes
One day, I hope to go to Las Vegas to pick up some fine honeys with them
But until then, imma practice on my co-workers who have no choice but to listen to me
As I laugh at my own jokes.
 
It’s been mighty serious around here
I need something to make my heart jump.
Jump start my heart.
So call this comedy.
Call this your stage.
Perform.
Tell me something. Make me smile. 🙂

@sircharlesthepoet

City Sports (Video)

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afterschool, afterschoolsports, citysports, neverforget, somethingtoremember

Hey all!

For this week, I have for you the video for the poem, “City Sports”. One of my favorite activities, back in high school, was playing handball–which is also called “wallball” in certain places. As soon as school ended, my friends and I would run to the local park and play handball till who knows when!

I don’t know how it happened, but among all the sports that were frequently practiced in my school, handball was the only one that brought all of us together! By all of us, I mean everyone–regardless of what race or what popularity level you were in the school. At some point, all of us found ourselves on the handball court, serving the ball. It truly was a sight to see!

Check out the video above. And if you haven’t yet, check out the full poem below. I’d love to hear what you think. Thank you ❤

https://sircharlesthepoet.wordpress.com/2020/08/10/city-sports/

@sircharlesthepoet

City Sports (Part 4)

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bleed ink, creative expression, cultural mix, culturally mixed, write poetry, writing life

My city life is: handball sessions at the local park’s
Handball court.
Where you know these Asian kids will not be beaten.
Rounds on the basketball courts
Where you know the black kids are Kings of the court.
Skate spots that I doubt are legalized
Where the white kids are discovering culture.

Culturally divided, we always were
Culturally integrated, we always are
For every now and then,
We mingle our differences in the center of the court—
Qualities of: Professional Athlete, Einstein and CEO
Losing their differences.

Step behind that white line; cracked line
And serve.

@Sircharlesthepoet

City Sports (Part 3)

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caged bird, city poetry, education, I know why the caged bird sings, poem, poetry, tobefree, wingstofly

We always knew.
This education:
Stories of doctorates, laws and a backpedal
To instruction,
Was only the limits we were told
To be bounded to.
There had to be a way to let wind
Slide under our capes. Although
We, at times, refused to believe it.

But If a brother could actually use these real life wings
That he won’t shut his trap about,
Then, my brother, I’ll be the first to slide
Up and down rainbows.

Sometimes
Even we, tell ourselves to not believe in our dreams.
Although, this stubbornness in us always sang else:
There’s more beyond being trapped in this trap
With a tight cap.

@Sircharlesthepoet

City Sports (part 2)

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moderndaycolonization, moderndayslavery, poetry, politicalart, purposefulpoetry

Apartments ever too tight to fit our dreams,
So the city never sleeps.

Some say it’s because we are convinced that
We will fix these dreams right
Each time we’re breaking night.

But daytime is for society’s demands
And kids walking in bands;
Young adults mimicking gangs.

Maybe we only mimicked because, deep down.
We knew. There were bigger purposes
Than parading around corners, down blocks
Where piggies oink with bother:
Questions that could never answer,
Why we’re always shooed off our own territory
With diction about school, our potentials
Which, for now, is in the form of Trouble
Seen in the skin color of our brothers.

@sircharlesthepoet

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Why are we always shooed off of our own territory?

City Sports (part 1)

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cityculture, newyorkcityculture, nycpoet, poetry, urbanart, urbanculture, urbanpoetry, urbansports

I don’t know about your stories with basketball, football or whatever…ball
But in my city, our sport is handball:

Where the outsiders and class-drivers reconciled
Their pride, forces and hides
Each Friday night, after school: concrete playground
Blue round rubber band ball bouncing boldly.
Man, that was our party

Our palms would bump till peel
But this pain, we never feel.
Slaps and echoes drumming
Our eardrums
Before it resonates into what seems to be an abyss;
A neighborhood made of blocks, corner stores, out-of-schedule buses,
Squirrels; pigeons
And apartments ever too tight to fit our dreams,
So the city never sleeps.

@sircharlesthepoet

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Part 2 will be posted soon, but I already have the whole poem posted. Check out my last post! Thank you for reading!!