Sunday, February 5, 2012

Unexpected Gifts

Ancestor’s gifts
Rages inside me
Rearing ideas
Like blood in my veins
Their labour’s wages
My hands stain
I refrain from
Carrying their pain

Ancestor’s gifts
Celebrates inside me
Praising concepts
Like the lines on my face
Their labours’ victories
My laughter infiltrate
I remain strong
Wearing their gain

Ancestor’s gifts
Rises inside me
Seeking outlets
Like the grey streaks in my hair
Their labours’ intensities
My pride infused
I remain seeking
Stronger weekly

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-02-05.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Contemplation

Life’s tax
Call on the living
Chasing the best
We can be
Flout the mood of the day
Come out
On stage

Life’s cracks
Call on the living
Finding skills generous
You and me
Detriment
Hiding behind
Pride

Life’s pains
Call on the living
Slowly tales spinning
Me and mine
In mind-cycles trapped
Thine onerous enemy
Time

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-02-04.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Cleansed

We don’t live our live
Counting regrets
Every day
Seeking only moments
To recall the very best
Laughter and pain
Divided by a hairline crack
Lessons
Always have an impact

We don’t live our lives
Only mending fences
Every day
Moving forward
Fighting not to be held back
Staying on well-known paths
Avoiding difficult tracks
Creating a view between
Imaginary ideas and known facts
Hope subconsciously nurtured
Death as in life
An activity frantic

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-03-02.

Cleansed

We don’t live our live
Counting regrets
Every day
Seeking only moments
To recall the very best
Laughter and pain
Divided by a hairline crack
Lessons
Always have an impact

We don’t live our lives
Only mending fences
Every day
Moving forward
Fighting not to be held back
Staying on well-known paths
Avoiding difficult tracks
Creating a view between
Imaginary ideas and known facts
Hope subconsciously nurtured
Death as in life
An activity frantic

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-03-02.

Scattered

Scattered
Like broken bricks
Ideas
Collated
Open source
Celebrated

Scattered
Like snow dust
Sunshine
Elevated
Openness
Animated

Scattered
Like exploring families
Love
Correlated
Assurance
Underrated

Scattered
Like new dreams
Success
Deliberated
Profits
Illustrious

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-02-03.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Conflicted

Connected to the world
Spoilt for choice
Reading freely
Comrades contemplating leadership
Elders highlighting gender disparities
This corner warmer
Happy days
Growing longer

Excluded in the world
A harsh reality
Billions trapped in inequality
Hard workers
Struggles bold
The battles
No longer about wars cold
Food on the plate
A choice
Which they don’t hold

Included in the world
The ruling elites
Middle class comforts
Milk and satellite TV
Liberty
Common as eggs and meat
Good intentions
In policy buried
Execution
A hit and mystery

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-02-02
Inspired by Archbishop Desmond Tutu
http://forumblog.org/2012/01/davos-2012-time-to-close-the-gap/


Outside In

Inside my bubble
I learn new things from time to time
Creating small changes along the way
Slow journeys
Passing life
Day by day

Inside my bubble
I try to find new voices from time to time
Chasing tiny improvements along the way
Slow moving
Accepting existence
Year to year

Inside my bubble
I seek solace from time to time
Pursuing inner peace
Slow aging
Skulking forward
Decade to decade

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-02-02.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Treasures

Going Local

In my hart
Is ek
Innie Kaap
Afrika
My huis
Daar is ek geskape
Elke oomblik in my siel
Beleef ek die pyn en vreugde
My reise sal altyd gemeet word
Teen al ons realiteite en sagas

In my heart
Always
In the Cape
Africa
My home
Created
Every moment in my soul
Pain and joy captured
All my journeys eternally measured
Against our realities and fables

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-02-01.

Treasure Box

My treasures
Are locked
In tastes and flavours
Layered in spices
Smothered in butter
Diced and stacked juicy
Every deposit
Leaves me rich
An inheritance’ gift

My treasures
Are celebrated
In a riot of colour
Textured soft and bright
Tucked away in corners
Stripped cleanly
Every piece
Gives me pleasure
The perfect giver’s gift

My treasures
Are collated
In soft matter
Jumbled in codes
Orderly expressed
Loudly shouted
Cloak and swagger shrouded
Every collection
Expresses a view
Waiting for a reader’s view

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-02-01.