Bright Ideas

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bright, brightfurure, brightideas, destiny, future, poem, poetry, poetrybycharlesjoseph, SirCharlesThePoet, Successful, writer, writing

Her future’s so bright that
There’s no point in approaching,
Ain’t no coming too close.

They say she’ll reveal your imperfections with her spotlight
Your tricks will lay toast
Your dreams become ghost

I heard she walks into the night and
The darkness flees before it catches
So then the moon’s magic finally becomes whole

Her future’s so bright
That she’ll crush your: Lightbulb-ideas
Her supernova mind; her supernatural intelligence
Proves only one thing can compare
Only one can reach competence

That’s the sun.

You’re stuck upon ideas of light-bulb
But her thoughts are at the center of the universe

Her future’s so bright
I heard em say, lightning is striking there
To bring down anything that goes against her
Laser beams shoot through their walls, defenses.
Lava Burns through the barricades in her path
So, brother

Listen closely when they say think twice before encountering her

Her future’s so bright
She will blind you.
Make you lose control of any power you THOUGHT
You had over her.

First Featured Event!

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Hey all!

It is with nothing but excitement, honor and great pleasure that I am saying to you: I WILL BE FEATURING AT MY FIRST POETRY EVENT!!!

The lovely people at Open Mic Renegades have invited me to be a featured poet at their event on January 11th, 2019! I always wanted to be a featured poet, but I never ever saw it happening so soon. Therefore this is a pretty meaningful opportunity for me!

For the event, I’ve prepared some of my favorite (and best) works–some about mass shootings, sexual assault and cultural appropriation. The most amazing thing about these pieces is that I’ve never publicized them before, so can I hear a, “NEW SHIITTT!!!”???

It would mean the entire world to me it you, reading this right now, could come the my first poetry event. And please if you will be in the New York City area, I really encourage you to come to the event, and bring some friends along. I will put all the information that you need below. Thank you very much for the support that I have received from you all, and I hope to see you there!

What: Featured poetry event with Open Mic Renegades

Where: Flower Power Coffee House NYC: 64-02 Myrtle Ave, Ridgewood, NY 11385

When: January 11th, 2019, 7:30 pm

Price: Free.99

 

Jingle Bell

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art, christmas, holiday, poem, poetry, poetrybycharlesjoseph, SirCharlesThePoet, writer, writting

Sand not born of land
Dust suspend without trust
Cause
Snow might have overran the wind
Or the wind has frozen to powder

Clouds blow
Clouds wave
Knaves dancing
Dances of the saved
The wind sings earnest lullabies

Winter is here
A wonderland
In the air.
The aches can mend
A few tears to spare.
Can’t you hear? The jingles are near.

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Mushroom

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growing up, lessons, performance, poetry, poetrybycharlesjoseph, SirCharlesThePoet, young

As I settle into adulthood, I am realizing that I have less room to make mistakes. I am also realizing that instead of living in fear, I should have been more open to making mistakes, while taking as many risks as possible, when I was younger. Therefore, I wrote this poem to express my sentiments towards this realization. Thank you for watching and please comment your thoughts!

Spirit of the River

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Gather on the riverside,
The sand-less seashore
Escaping and rolling your fears away

Gather on the riverside,
And sit on the rocks.
Like a child sitting on the lap of her father;
His mother
“What’s your biggest fear?”
Hisses the Spirit of the River

I want to be remembered.
Like the mountain remembers every footstep along its spine
So I’m afraid.
That the wind will arrive, brush away the prints;
That humans,
Numerous as the rocks on a mountain
Will forget my effect.

The Absence

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city, life, noise, poem, poetry, poetrybycharlesjoseph, SirCharlesThePoet, sound, write, writer

Oh, how noise-free
Are the days of annoyance free

My hair no longer itches loudly
Like chewing sugar cane hungrily

The flies no longer have marching bands as they fly up.
Oh! Would you just shut up?!

The car engines no longer have furious discussions
As people in the city find themselves in the same situations

The trumpet is no longer capable of penetrating house walls
Like the screeching of teenagers after seeing sales in malls

The pillows are no longer broken in half like bread
And squeezed on ears like masks around your head

No more aggravating noises and ears claps shut.
Oh bless the day, when noise can just disappear.

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Above the River

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above the river, Anger, authenticity, city, city poetry, happiness, home, poem, poetry, poetrybycharlesjoseph, relief, trains, writer

Don’t listen to music when on the train.
You’ll find different conversations
Between the rails and humans
Or the silent angers,
Slight annoyance by others
That never escape the heart
Until the train escapes the tunnel
And light rushes in through the window,
Giving the rails much reasons to scandal
Rosetta Stone couldn’t understand them.
But they understood us
Leading our way through the serio-us
Escaping the hole of shadows with glee
Above rivers imitating the sea.
Then anger calms down to a blissful cheer
With the river humming, “Home is near”

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Conflicting

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church, facts, freedom, happiness, kids, poem, poet, poetry, poetrybycharlesjoseph, SirCharlesThePoet, young

When I was younger, getting on my knees indicated that I was being punished.
And that was bundled by a storm of anger and a whiff of Shame
Fortified by a few lashes.

Ouch!

So I never understood when my pastor kept on telling me I have to kneel before the Lord and that is how I will find happiness, comfort in Him and freedom.
It made no sense.

Copyright © 2015 by Charles Joseph Augustin

White and Yellow

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I miss you,
I don’t know why I feel so guilty
But, I’m sorry.

I wish so dearly to hold your lovely face in my palms
I wish so dearly to brush my hand on your face so softly
Repeatedly
Until the friction creates heat to keep you warm
And our sweat collides.

It is true,
If it is easy then something must be wrong.
So I have to hold on because everything that has to do with you is right
But, it’s so damn hard.

So often I’ve been feeling the hair on my skin stretch out
At the thought of you.
Like they want to escape my powerless body and travel to you,
Your eyes,
Your skin,
Your smile.
A smile mimicking the moon
A skin reflecting the sun

I want to see you day and night.

Copyright © 2015 by Charles Joseph Augustin