Policy Speak

Big words

Debated

Fat cats

Sated

Politicians

Resuscitate

The unwitting

Big words

Regurgitated

Fat rats

Sated

Politicians

Spite

The liberated

Big words

Elevated

Fat scamps

Sated

Politicians

Dupe

The masses

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-28.

Headlines of the day

Another one

Caught

In the crossfire

A child killed

This is no war zone

Just the neighbourhoods old

Divide and rule

Kept only

The gangsters

Bold

Another shipment

Captured

In the clash

The drug lords

Reigns freely

This is no Colombia

Just the neighbourhoods old

Divide and rule

Kept only

The ‘entrepreneurs’

Bold

Another offender

Captured

In the quota

The sexual predators

Operates clandestinely

This is no paradise

Just the neighbourhoods old

Divide and rule

Kept only

The slayers

Bold

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-28.

An Educator

He gives

All he has

He takes

Lessons

He gives

Knowledge

He takes

Learning

He gives

Ceaselessly

He takes

Positivity

He gives

Spontaneously

He participates

Passionately

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-28.

Searching

She is vulnerable

Lost

No longer

Part of the mainstream

Sucking her cigarette freely

Education

May be

Unshackling

He is vulnerable

Lost

No longer

Part of the mainstream

Sucking his fruit freely

Education

May be

Emancipating

They are attending

Reawakening

Slowly

Part of the mainstream

Sucking knowledge gradually

Education

May be

Saving

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-28.

No Mercy

The hungry

Flocks to the city

Compounding

Problems

No longer

Astounding

The vulnerable

Trapped in the city

Compounding

Solutions

No longer

Dumbfounding

The lost

Wandering the city

Compounding

Choice

No longer

Redeeming

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-28.

Voice

Please give me

A moment

I would mostly

Beg to differ

There is

Hope

A chance

To be the change

This world

A strange place

Playing fields

Seldom level

Without taking steps

We cannot travel

Survival in life

Requires living

Each direction

A destination offering

Every choice

Answers giving

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-27.

Overheard

Overheard

The headlines of the day

60 % addicted

Children hooked

Drugs run freely

Hope

Slowly receding

Overheard

The headlines of the week

80% showers

Dark skies threatening

Tears and pain deepening

Hope

Slowly retreating

Overheard

The headlines of a generation

100% worry

Where to next

A world closing in

Hope                                                                         

Slowly wailing

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-27.

Appearances

Squalor

In the eye of the beholder

Beauty

Challenged boldly

Squalor

Gradually accepted

Beauty

Rapidly neglected

Squalor

Boldly rejected

Beauty

In the eye of the beholder

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-27.

95 Percent

95% enjoyed life

The struggle

Passed them by

Their lives ticking slyly

Laughing

Crying

95% in the wings

Waiting

To be liberated

Their struggles living daily

Poverty

Preying

95% celebrated

Victory

Came to their doors

Their lives still the same

Trapped

In a loser’s mentality

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-27.

Reclaimed

She lost it

Before

She could treasure it

Her innocence

Stolen

Judged

Harshly in the moment

A victim

Suddenly out of focus

She treasured it

Before

She could lose it

Her innocence

Appropriated

Reticent

Harshly in the community

A survivor

Suddenly in focus

She claimed it

Before

She could prove it

Her innocence

Protected

Cherished

Harshly in the environment

A child

Suddenly in focus

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-27.

Wintered

The winter of my youth

Is long gone

The winter of this nation

Slowly lingering

The winter of discontent

Closer to the surface

The winter of life

Passes by every year

The winter only lingers

When we fail to see the meaning of spring as a new beginning

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-27.

More Than An Opinion

Out of touch

I stand accused

Acutely aware

I battled

These realities

Battered wives

Compromised innocence

Blameless alcohol victims

Homeless

Voiceless

Borrow from Sally to pay Susie

Steal from Peter to pay Paul

Chase the empty dream

Smoke out the devil

Fill the soul with another item off the Chinaman’s shelf

Acutely aware

This reality reveals a nation searching

A community waiting

Release from poverty cannot be delivered

Building change means constructive hearts and minds growing more than ideas blind

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-27.

Shocked

The predator

Sits in our midst

Biding his time

Committing the crime

Pleading

Innocence

Expecting

Mercy

Such a tragedy

A sad reality

The victim

Sits in our midst

Biding silently

Waiting for discovery

Pleading

Innocence

Expecting

Compassion

Such a catastrophe

A sad reality

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-27.

Suddenly in an Angry Place

Angry voices

Pierce the sky

Angry choices

Cuts through flesh

Angry voices

Pierce my ears

Angry choices

Breaks down souls

Angry voices

Build up barriers

Angry choices

Explode like landmines

Angry voices

Chase away good choices

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-21.

Rumination

Click clack click

Every stich

Creates something new

Clearing

A cluttered mind

Settling

Restless bones

Meditation

Comes in many forms

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-14

More than Academic

Boundaries

Challenged

Ideas

Questioned

Concepts

Analysed

Thinking

Criticised

Movement

Inspired

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-14.

Battling the Sure

Safety

Always a question

Survival

Never a footnote

Striving

Always a dream

Excelling

Never a threat

Living

Always a reality

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-13.

Another Day and counting…

My aching bones

Tell the tale

Young and agile

No longer

Just nature’s bane

Slowly

Slower

Growing older

No longer

Chasing youth

Staying

Close

Closer

To the truth

My restless bones

Tell the tale

Wandering and wiser

No longer

Just acting plain

Sure

Surely

Timelines bolder

No longer

Chasing identity

Staying

Close

Closer

To the truth

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-12

Spirit's Colour

Yellow

Can be

My favourite colour

I can get lost

In its simple abundance

Bask in its warmth

Watch how it chases away

Dark cloud storms

Yellow

Can be

My favourite food

I can get trapped

In its simple abundance

Fruit juice sweet

Experience how it chases chills away

Keeping warmth inside

Yellow

Can be

My sweetest friend

I can get peace

In its simple abundance

Love much more

Than a dream place

Spirit always have a special space

Words and Picture by Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-11

Four Season's in a Day

Picture: Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe

Slow Summers

Summer’s gifts

Lingers

Slowly

Summer’s bounty

Slowly

Arriving

Slowly

Summer’s assets

Treasured

Words and Pictures: Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-11

Seeking Permission

I tick the boxes

Dutifully

Every piece of paper

Presented

When called

Borders

No longer soft

Travelling the world

A complicated lot

I tick the boxes

Diligently

No open secrets

To hide

When called

Not yet the pearly gates

That line still firm

Travelling in-between

Not my scene

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-04.

Why do we seem to be so lost?

Rescued

Temporarily

Broken

In a

Fractured family

Healing

Never a plausible

Reality

Released

Temporarily

Trapped

In a

Broken reality

Reconciliation

Not always a feasible

Possibility

Liberated

Forever

Released

From all

Abnormality

Restorative justice

Poetic intangibility

Naming names renders many into the realm of criminality

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-04. Where do a community of in-between-people go, created, trampled, forever healing… Gam se kind, black of mixed ancestry – slave, free, entrapped, coerced, liberated, believers. Alcohol, drugs, violence, exclusion, inclusion, classist, racist, embracing, generous, compassionate, proud, intelligent, funny, talented, down-to-earth, high and mighty, loud, quiet, shy… all there, as in every other society. We always dare to be different! 

Sleep, where art thou?

I slip and slide

Into

Oblivion

Sleep

That

Elusive bliss

Fresh

Like the morning kiss

The dreamless world

Holds me

Safe in its grip

I totter and hesitate

At the edge

Of wakefulness

Stale

The hours waiting

Meditative

Berating

Every minute

Skulks at bay

Day blends with night merge with day

Another season slips away

I bank and dive

Barely alive

On the brink of

Reality

A twenty-four-hour parody

Consciousness

Devoid of mystic trysts

Spirit

Consciously shifts

Sleep

A mirage in the full moon’s mist

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-03

Seasoned

Worry

Clings like wet rain

To my skin

Maybe just a mother’s paranoia

Uncalled

Time in all things

Never stalled

Love

Clings like warm sunshine

To my skin

Maybe just a mother’s embrace

Banked

Moments in life

Never mired

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-06-01.