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My Life, in My Sight

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beautiful, city, girl of my life, ice cream, NYC, poem, poetry, train, vacation, writing

Today, I saw the girl of my life…
The music slowly faded and felt like wings,
The artist didn’t sing;
The drums didn’t bang
I couldn’t even search for an explanation on Bing.

But the song turned into a symphony,
So possessive, so lovely.
My soul held on and flew with each note,
Giving the tune 100% of its vote.
To fly it out of the train station,
By her side, to a vacation

Her hair;
Her curly hair
Swirls like the tip of ice cream,
After escaping the machine.
Like a child seeing ice cream, controlled focus was gone.

“Moma, I want some ice cream.”

She was wearing a “skater” hat, backwards
But everything about her was forwards

The straps in her book bag
Captured my attention, and my motion lagged.

Today, I saw the girl of my life…

The song that did not know of an end, forgot its rhythmic pattern

The music notes couldn’t bat their wings

My soul was lost in some Caribbean island resort

The kids held their ice cream, carelessly, in the humidity

The ice cream forgot it has to melt.

Today, I saw the girl of my life…
That afternoon, my breath parted
While my immobile body admired her from afar
As she walked, out of my life.

IG: @Sircharlesthepoet

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Fidgeting Aims

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dedication, idk, nature, poem, Poetic, poetry, skepticism, Soul, sun, writing

Yet,
I rise with the sun on my back.
It wobble; it wiggle
But, nonetheless, I remain on my track

“This one, I shall sack!” in my manifesto,
But I don’t know.
Our purest goals are lingered with hints of skepticism
I’m sure that I know.

This road burns, unbelievably
Hope diminishes, as progression proceeds.
The sun burns in my soul
But honestly, I just don’t know

 

@sircharlesthepoet

Through The Storms

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chasing storms, ink, lessons, life, love, Pain, poem, poetry, resilience, storms, through the storms, write, writer

Many men, have watched you walk Down into waters

Many less, have seen that you rise a goddess—

Rivers flowing down your face, As you progress through this desert

Chase sun,

Chase clouds,

Chase rain

But one day,

You won’t chase storms.

Copyright © 2017 by, Charles Joseph Augustin

@sircharlesthepoet

Domino Pieces (Part 3)

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culturaldelight, culture, Haiti, nostalgia, opportunity, poem, poetry, Privilege, write, writing

It seems
These Haitians crossed the sea,
Yet, still held Home
Fortified in their hearts.
A power pressing the uncultured,
One to threaten the Big who live in chapels
Of sweatless opportunity,
Baby-born privilege.

Domino Pieces (Part 2)

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cheers, excitement, Haiti, home, metaphor, nostalgia, poem, poetry, pride, puns, sunrise, sunset, writing

It reminds me of Home.

Where exclamations did not reach stopping points

Where grown men roared

With growls and excitement stretching for

Ears of neighborhoods behind where the sun sets.

Oh, these men moved mountains

Each time the reoccurring cheers and slams were

Daring

Enough to penetrate dreams.

And the women moved mountains, too.

Whenever whatever stops them

From seeing where the sun rise.

Domino Pieces (part one)

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background, Brooklyn, culture, Domino, Haiti, Haitian, home, new York, NYC, poem, Poetic, poetry, Words, write

On the corner of Troy and Eastern Parkway,

There’s a hive of Haitians.

Swarming an old wooden table

Skeleted with Domino Pieces

Summoning loud conversations about…

Who knows?
It attracts me Home
It attracts me Home.

Where these old tables are glistened to look new

With skinny metal legs twisting

“I need to pee”

Yet, it still withstood the exhilarating slams

Of Domino Pieces.

Reverberating magnificent melody behind mountains;

An echo that seizes attention,

Ask for respect–your temptation.
It reminds me of Home

One Swipe

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big apple, city, culture, life style, NYC, poem, Poetic, poetry, rhythm, train, Words, write, writer

Legend has it:

When a New Yorker’s phone dies

And they seek to find

“My way back home”,
They kiss their ears with the sun-kissed pavement;

Concrete sidewalk,

And let their soul connect to the undergrounds:

The rushing, swivel

Tunnel.

Fetch for distinct sounds of 

Rumbling; Tumbling

Awakening,

Belonging; Life.
Follow all that noise–

A screetch known to be cultural

To the nearest train station.
In NYC, every train points Home.

“Don’t Talk to Strangers”

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black, death, dontshoot, imprisoned, justice, lies, pensive, Poetic, poetry, power, strong, write, youngwriter

They told us shades are cool,

But now. we can’t see
They told us we’re too loud,

But now. we can’t speak
They told us these bracelets are a gift,

But now. we’re not free
They told us they wouldn’t shoot,

But now. we’re hashtags
They told us they panicked,

But now. we can’t breathe
Copyright © 2017 by, Charles Joseph Augustin