Through The Storms

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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

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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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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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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

Poem

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Dream beautiful 

And dream natural:

The supernatural 

That heightens the unbelievable 
Dream plentiful 

And be remarkable.

Let art make your heart 

Everly wonderful 
Be beyond spiritual 

With a love uncontainable.

Childhood through your smile, 

A natural occurring everly beautiful
@sircharlesthepoet

Lost Friends (poem)

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birds, friends, letgo, lost, lostfriends, nostalgia, personal, poems, poetry, weownthesky, writing

“The sky 

Is a lot to own. 

An immense power 

To be held accountable to— 

Almost too much. 

So some let go:”

Again, I Fall

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fall, Fly, inspiration, motivation, poem, poetry, resilience, wise words, write

Well,

Here you are again.

Depressed, and punctured by pain,

Telling yourself it’s the end;

You’ll come to an end.

While,

Knowing that you can stand

And fly again

Angelic Blues

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Fade away into the muse

Fade away into your dreams.
Fade away into what seems

Take a walk with your Blues.
Swallow the terror

Sleep next to horror:

The pain, the vain

The stunningly insane
Let demons pour your cup of tea

So in the reflection of serum, you’ll see:

You’re made of gods.