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February 20, 2019 (SPECIAL DATE AND TIME!!!!)


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Friday Night Poetry Corner #196–We Wear the Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar



Hey everyone!  I am back for another Poetry Corner.  My apologies for the extreme lateness.  I have company in town for the weekend and the days seem to have gotten away from me…


Nevertheless, we will continue to honor African American poets for the remainder of this month.  Next is a fantastic poet, this gentleman of esteem is named Paul Laurence Dunbar and his poem–We Wear the Mask is nothing to sleep on.  Enjoy this work and please read more about him when you can!



We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
       We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
       We wear the mask!
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Of Mornings and Thoughts (Friday Night Poetry Corner #194)

A man opening up a window



Good evening everyone and welcome to another edition of Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week is a featured poem by his amazing writer, Caleb Nmeribe called “Of Morning and Thoughts.” Check it out and you will be happy you did. Also when you have time please visit his page and read more of his works.


Mornings; Four O’clocks.

(In bed)

They say it’s a lonely place.

You know, the time when Dark meets Dawn, when the cold has got no chill.

(Get it?)

When the writer writes for writing, and sense makes no sense…

(When you say a lot of things about things to avoid saying things about a person).

Too many thoughts; knowledge knocking, bustling, bristling; racing for the surface. It’s too early…

Thoughts of things, of life but mostly, of a person.

A human.

Maybe the ones we really care about are not the ones we sleep with

Maybe they are the thoughts that wake us up; the ones we wake up with.

-Caleb Nmeribe #Carlflame

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