Notnice Poet

09/05/2026

THIS BOOK.🥀

For instance she gave me secrecy looks.
I could fathom her just like my book.
But this book don't belong to me.
Fairly! It don't belong to my enemy.
~🤢
Feelings that stuck in the air,
just bring about feelings of despair.
It's not going to be better,
not even later.
~🚶
She watches as I pass,
I know I was being watched.
On me, she's C r u s h i ng.
Cannot C, only r u s h i ng.
~✍️
But this book don't belong to me.
Either, It don't belong to my enemy.
It's not going to be better,
not even later.
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😘
Notnice Poet🥀
Thur_Feb_13_25

02/04/2026

Even Sky Do Cry!
Rit Yïpiöu Këkäi.😘

02/04/2026

WHISPERS BENEATH THE MOON

Beneath the moon of silver light,
I saw your eyes, so pure, so bright.
The night grew soft, the stars took flight,
And time stood still — our hearts took sight.

Your voice, a river calm and deep,
Flows through my dreams when I’m asleep.
Your smile — the dawn my soul would keep,
Your touch — the promise love will reap.

No jewel could shine as you do gleam,
No song could match this living dream.
Your presence glows, a sacred beam,
You are the poet’s sweetest theme.

When morning wakes and breezes play,
I thank the Lord for every day.
For love, once found, shall never stray —
In gentle hearts, it learns to stay.

So if one day our paths should part,
Remember still, my faithful heart.
For love like this, though far we start,
Lives on in whispers where we are.

🌹— Notnice Poet ✍️

16/03/2026

WHEN YOU SMILE🥰

When you smile, the stars forget their duty,
The moon pauses — shy, out shone by your beauty.
Your voice drips honey, sweet like the Nile,
Even silence learns to dance for a while.

Your eyes — two rivers that dream of forever,
Meeting my heart where love and souls gather.
When your hand brushes mine, I swear time s l o w s,
Like morning dew w a i t i n g on a rose.

If d i s t a n c e dares to stand bet ween,
My thoughts will ride the plains unseen.
Through night and storm, my heart will run —
A Dinka warrior chasing the sun.

For love like yours is not a chance,
It’s rh yt hm, destiny, sacred dance.
And when you smile — oh gentle art —
You m o v e the world, and steal my heart.

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Lit. Notnice🇸🇸🇰🇪

19/11/2025

Moonlight in
My Village.🌙❤️

Beneath the sky so w i d e and deep,
where stars like cattle softly sleep,
I see her walk by river’s side,
her beauty calm, her steps in pride.

Her voice, the song the evening keeps,
it stirs the dust, it wakes the deeps;
the drums fall silent, hearts arise,
to hear her laughter kiss the skies.

O daughter of the shining plain,
your love runs through my heart like rain;
your smile — the dawn my soul has sought,
your eyes — the peace my fathers taught.

I bring no gold, no foreign tune,
but milk and faith beneath the moon;
my hands are rough, my words are few,
but every breath still calls for you.

When morning fires begin to glow,
I’ll watch your shadow come and go;
and whisper low, where spirits dwell,

> “My love is yours, and all is well.”

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Lit. Notnice Poet.🥀

19/11/2025

When You Spoke
My Name🥰

When you spoke my name so slow,
The moon forgot its silver glow.
The stars leaned close, they seemed to hear,
The music soft within my ear. 🌙

Your smile — it blooms, my sweetest art,
A garden grown inside my heart.
Your eyes, two worlds of tender flame,
They burn my soul yet heal the same. 💫

Each touch, a poem — soft and true,
Each word, a dream that points to you.
The wind repeats what hearts confess,
That love was born from your caress. 🌹

If fate should fade or time should fall,
I’d still remember it all in all.
For love like ours defies all pain —
It blooms in loss, it thrives in rain. ❤️

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Lit. Notnice Poet.

18/11/2025

“Sons of the Plains”

We are the sons of the WIDE horizon,
where the sun wakes upon the cattle horns,
and the wind carries the song of warriors
through grasslands older than memory.

Our spears once danced with thunder,
our hearts stood unbroken in the storm.
We feared no hunger, no wound, no war —
for courage is the milk we drink.

The firelight speaks our stories,
names whispered like sacred drums:
Ajuoi, Deng, Bol, Maker —
each name a river f l o w i n g through time.

We walk with pride, not pride of gold,
but pride of people and purpose.
Our wealth breathes — it moos, it grazes,
our cattle are our crowns.

The land remembers our footsteps,
our songs echo in the bones of the earth.
We are Dinka — tall as hope,
STRONG as the faith of our fathers.

And when the night grows DEEP and QUIET,
we raise our hands to the stars and say:

> “May our children never bow to fear,
may our courage never fade with the moon.”

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✍️Lit. Angok Ajuoi Angok.

(From the Streaming Library of Mighty Dinka Literature)

— a praise to the sons of the plains, the keepers of cattle, and the warriors of tradition.

17/11/2025

“Rise, Mighty Soul”

When storms arrive and skies turn gray,
Don’t bow your head or run away.
For deep inside, a fire burns bright,
Guiding your spirit through darkest night.

The world may push, the world may test,
But iron hearts don’t ever rest.
Each scar you earn becomes your crown,
Each fall you take builds strength renowned.

Stand proud, young dreamer, lift your eyes,
Beyond the pain, your future lies.
Great trees once danced in winds so strong,
Yet rooted deep, they stood lifelong.

So rise, my brother, rise again,
Through trials, loss, and hidden pain.
Your destiny’s flame shall never fall—
For God and courage conquer all.

By Lit. Notnice🥀

24/10/2025

07/10/2025

In✍️This✍️Magazine.✍️

He's out,
so she stout.
now she's out,
she think, “suppose he snout.”

So long it makes sense;
that makes cents.
From where I belong,
to where I long to be.

She wasn't happy.
unruly! how be?
Strange and hubby!
A line of latitude for hobby!

Picking on my pride for a dinner,
So was my D in her.
She fell in love with an electrician &
everyone was shocked.

On me, she's Crushing.
Cannot C, only rushing.
And now my heart's tickling @ all her gazing as in she's my article in this magazine.
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🌻Notnice✍️poeT🥀
🥀All rights✍️reserveD.🌻
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21/09/2025

“There is no man that hath power over the spirit to retain the spirit; neither hath he power in the day of death: and there is no discharge in that war; neither shall wickedness deliver those that are given to it.”

Ecclesiastes: 8 : 8 ...✍️ 🙏