02 Wednesday Aug 2017
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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.
18 Tuesday Jul 2017
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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
08 Saturday Jul 2017
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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.
13 Friday Jan 2017
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cultural, culturaldelight, culture, Delicious, digest, empanadas, Food, jollofrice, poem, poetry, writings
No poetry upon request,
But this time, I really cannot digest!
Jerk chicken, black rice, empanadas with some zest
Oh! I don’t think there’s enough space for the rest!
No better way to experience a culture
Than to engulf yourself in its food.
Flying fish and griot; perfect for your leisure
Swallow fast cause they’re too good
Awww moma! I think I’ll marry samosa
My stomach is a bottomless pit
And Indian food is looking like a perfect fit,
Though ages in the bathroom won’t be lit!
My wisdom is hidden in a cookie
A little sweet but none like a smoothie
Con, “pizza, pizza!” from Italia to Little Caesar’s!
Oh, fighting for food freshens frequent scars
I don’t like spicy…
But I’ll bury my taste buds in Jollof rice.
Feel it in my veins as Mama Africa dances
She contains the most beauty.
Copyright © 2017 by, Charles Joseph Augustin
15 Friday Jan 2016
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artist, beauty, creative, culture, curious, Dance, dream, foreign, friendship, imagination, literature, love, poem
They wanted to be wise,
So we started reading books
They wanted to dance,
So we bought Michael Jackson shoes
They wanted power over literature,
So we wrote poetry
They wanted to be smart,
So we downloaded chess on our phones
They wanted to be open minded,
So our group of friends consisted of people from all around the world
They wanted warmth in their heart,
So we looked for love
They wanted to experience wonder,
So at the wake of moon, we creep at the stars
They wanted revelations to the mysteries of existence,
So we read verses, and paid attention in physics class
They wanted to touch the sky,
So we bounce off of our beds, reaching, hopefully, pass roofs
They wanted to travel the world,
So we fell asleep and dreamt.
Copyright © 2016 by Charles Joseph Augustin
