Nkululeko Mdudu

Rookie (11 October 1990 / Queenstown/ South Africa)

Nkululeko Mdudu Poems

1. Music Nourishes The Soul; 4/14/2008
2. The Scourge 4/15/2008
3. Unconditioned Child 4/15/2008
4. She Loves Me...Not 4/15/2008
5. Her Sonnet 4/15/2008
6. Love It Or Not 4/15/2008
7. I Hear The Singing 4/16/2008
8. My Valentine 4/16/2008
9. Life Is Our Game 4/18/2008
10. Nothing But Light Runs Forever 4/21/2008
11. Easter 4/22/2008
12. The First Glance 4/23/2008
13. Note 4/23/2008
14. Bueningo 4/24/2008
15. They Arrived, Strangers, And Stayed Friends 4/24/2008
16. Such A Child! 4/25/2008
17. Our Freedom 4/29/2008
18. Bubble 4/29/2008
19. City 5/5/2008
20. How To Pray 5/5/2008
21. Lixabise Igama Lakho 5/7/2008
22. Umthi Womngcunube 5/7/2008
23. The Eye 5/12/2008
24. Ndixolelen 5/19/2008
25. Wena Mjita 5/29/2008
26. Buddy{love} (Inspired By A Movie Of The Same Name) 5/29/2008
27. Ships Ahoy(Ma Boy!) 5/29/2008
28. Poetry And Sh! T 6/2/2008
29. Taxi To Town 6/4/2008
30. Imizekeliso Yezazi 6/9/2008
31. I Do Not Want To Prophesy 6/10/2008
32. Happy Birthday 6/10/2008
33. C For Crisis: 7/23/2008
34. Iphupha.(The Dream) 9/4/2008
35. More Of Nothing 10/7/2008
36. Cats And Dogs 10/8/2008
37. Ibhabhalaza Emafihlweni 3/13/2009
38. Ingqula 3/17/2009
39. Emanyangeni 4/17/2009
40. First Light 4/30/2009
Best Poem of Nkululeko Mdudu

! ! ! -My Love Has Loved You Best~! ! !

I knew what you did to me,
But I didn't know why;
So I labelled It Love,
And I let It lie...

Deep within my soul,
Safely captured and stored till now.
But without me knowing,
It grew stronger than me somehow.

A prisoner outlasting jail,
A slave turned master;
A Thing I can't restrain;
Towards you, moving faster.

As if It smells the blood of Its own kind,
and longing for Its mother there to rest.
It can't see, hear, taste or touch,
But I know my Love has loved you best.

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Awake

It starts off as an ordinary day,
four alarms ring at fifteen minute intervals and I lay
there half awake between thought and dream.
Like a maid or mother she knocks loudly on the door...
'Wake up it's late! '
And truly it was- the dream had died till another night,
a species extinct in the world of thought.No habitat
on waking hours for this creature of the night,
so he hides himself as an imperfect plan

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