Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Rookie - 52 Points (1957/01/09 / BURGERSFORT (Leeufallei farm or Ga- Makwakwasi))

Niki Nicholas Nkuna Poems

1. Stooges 2/15/2012
2. The Bitter End 2/15/2012
3. The Uninvited White Carriage 2/16/2012
4. The Magnet Of Pretention 2/28/2012
5. To Be Great Is No Child's Play 2/28/2012
6. The Promised Land 2/28/2012
7. Witchcraft 3/7/2012
8. The Messiah 3/7/2012
9. Cul De Sac 3/7/2012
10. Winds Of Change 3/7/2012
11. Friendship Gone Awry 3/15/2012
12. Playing The No Fear Game 3/15/2012
13. Acquisitions Grow, Worry In Tow 3/15/2012
14. Unrepentant Guilty Conscience 3/20/2012
15. Two Worlds 3/20/2012
16. Living Beyond The Grave 3/23/2012
17. No Strings Attached, Foolishly You Think 3/23/2012
18. Summer Time In South Africa 3/27/2012
19. Endless Opposites, Spice Of Life 3/28/2012
20. Secrets Are Alive 3/28/2012
21. By The Road Side Under The Veranda 4/11/2012
22. Hazy View 4/11/2012
23. I Will Never Know 4/16/2012
24. Death 4/16/2012
25. The Fight! 2/10/2012
26. The Dance 2/10/2012
27. ‘i' 2/13/2012
28. Regret 2/13/2012
29. The Line 2/13/2012
30. Living Small 2/13/2012
31. I Resolve To Live! 2/14/2012
32. Streams Of Rivers 2/14/2012
33. Marula Tree Trunk 2/14/2012
34. A Smile 2/9/2012
35. False Proclamation Of Love 2/10/2012
36. The Departed Spirit 2/10/2012
37. I Am Futureless Wherever I Am, Wherever I Go 2/10/2012
38. Love 4/16/2012
39. Man & War 4/16/2012
40. ‘who Are You? ' 4/16/2012

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Going In And Out Empty Handed

Everything provided for in the game
Equally true for the battle of the earth
All things bright and beautiful,
big and small, tall and short
Ready for the taking

Looking up seeing the stars, bright and beautiful
Looking down seeing the earth, dressed to the nines
With all things bright and beautiful
The ugly dominated by the shadows
Only to brighten up by the bright of day
With nothing changed but very true to origin

Time to sow and reap wide like the goal posts
All roads leading to Rome in the picking
But the race measured by will and ...

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Lost Identity

I can't live free, one way or otherwise,
I'm tied permanently by my legs, hands, heart and mind,
The psychology of slavery,
I do everything willingly, happily in form of lost identity,
I revel in the form of lost identity,
I believe I enjoy every moment of my life in the mosquito net,

My culture has become a tag of ridicule,
Despicable and a shame to wear,

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