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.

Yum Yum (poem)

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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

Wants

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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