Niki Nicholas Nkuna

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

Niki Nicholas Nkuna Poems

161. All The Things I Love And Fear * 6/11/2014
162. Pride 6/24/2014
163. Equal In The Lead Of Need * 10/18/2013
164. The Spill 6/24/2014
165. An Indelible Mark 6/24/2014
166. The Struggle Is Perennial 6/24/2014
167. All Of A Sudden 6/8/2016
168. Superstition 6/24/2014
169. End Of Evil Dance * 10/18/2013
170. African Conscience 1/28/2014
171. Plunge 1/28/2014
172. Graveyard Fait Accompli 1/28/2014
173. Behind The Facade 10/18/2013
174. Awaken By The Gong! 5/14/2013
175. An Albatross * 9/2/2013
176. Living By Chance 5/14/2013
177. All People Of Various Kinds 5/14/2013
178. If I Were A Woman 5/14/2013
179. A Complicated Book To Read 7/11/2012
180. Apartheid In The Ring 7/6/2012
181. God Is Playing A Game Of Dice With Humanity 2/10/2012
182. Except Drawing Happiness From Without * 10/18/2013
183. Fatherless Child 9/2/2013
184. Beyond Wishful Thinking And Regrets 5/14/2013
185. Namib Desert 2/14/2012
186. Nina Simone 5/14/2013
187. Snake In The Grass * 10/18/2013
188. Puberty 6/24/2014
189. The Force Of Gravity 2/10/2012
190. The Matriarch 12/17/2013
191. Beauty Today, Ugly Tomorrow 4/16/2012
192. Lost Identity 2/9/2012
193. Going In And Out Empty Handed 5/14/2013

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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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The Departed Spirit

The eclipse of the sun came suddenly,
Like power failure at night,
The only sign was the roar of a motorbike,
Whose sound was cut off,
To welcome the sound of gun fire,
And then suddenly started again,
Roared off like the sound of a fly,
Slowly subsiding as it flies away into oblivion,

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