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POEM: BABY SISTER'S CLUB by Mike L. Nichols

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  The child toddles off alone  down the cobbled twilight lane  while his sister starts to moan  at the blackening window pane. Mother’d said, “You must stay here while I find bread and wood.” The children shivered there in fear until he got too hungry to be good. Mike L. Nichols is a graduate of Idaho State University and a recipient of the Ford Swetnam Poetry Prize. He lives and writes in Eastern Idaho. Look for his poetry in Rogue Agent, Tattoo Highway, Ink&Nebula, Plainsongs Magazine, and elsewhere. Find more at deadgirldancing.net    
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Auta Kings __ How then

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HOW THEN? How then shall we escape If we neglect so great salvation? For this experience brings so much more than peace, Principalities and powers become at ease Cause a new heart shall the lord give you. Dead to the world and wide awake in the spirit, I mean, Dead to flesh and alive with the saints Shall you become. How then shall we escape The second coming of the lord? If we harken not to the voice of the lord Through his servants, Let’s congregate in this ark of salvation, And sail to safety Let’s save ourselves  From this flood of sin that swallows the earth. How then shall we escape? For after the hustle and bustle For mundane satisfactory, Our hearts are turned away from heavenly focus. For his promise is sure “ Behold I come quickly ”  Are you still on the others side? Ona apadi. God’s patience is for your salvation. Wait no more! Auta Kings© 2018
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POEM: DEADPAN by Solape Adetutu Adeyemi

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  My face is always deadpan You cannot know the half of what I go through The emotions ravaging my heart The thoughts fighting in my head Fighting for expression Longing for release My face must be deadpan I cannot express the hurt inside I’ll be labelled weak ,you see I am a full blooded African woman I cannot, must not be anything but strong I’ll be cautioned ‘ To control myself!’ I must keep up with this dead pan mask For your good and mine I observe all societal niceties I smile when appropriate And frown when needed I cannot allow people to hear The very loud noises in my head I must be deadpan I must be strong The pressure threatening to submerge me Must be submerged by me No one must see it No one must know it It appears my life is great It appears I have it all But,I know I’m loosing my marbles I am going crazy But I must keep pretending I must keep being dead pan Solape Adetutu Adeyemi is a creative writer, blogger(  lifewithtutu.blogspot.com ) and poet. She has publi...
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