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11 April 2014 Napowrimo

Just read through my previous poems – Not bad. Not bad at all. Anyway, here’s today’s:


Return of the Taliban

“We own this country”

Money talks.

The Competitor

No 1 with a bullet

Great Society.

I got the titles from Time magazine, Issue: April 14, 2014


10 April 2014 Napowrimo

Just when I thought I cannot write another DADA poem any more, I got a great idea! Why not take all the titles in the magazine and make a poem out of that? Brilliant idea!


The Party faithful




Pluto’s little siblings:

Rise of the Mumps.

No safe smoke

Paragon of hate

A Time to Cry

What India wants

The King and O

No more broken promises.

Head trip.

The Last days of Mad Men

O Captain!

Let there be Night

Lorde Almighty

Man of Steal

Seeds of change

Thanks, but mostly no Thanks.

I got these titles from a Time magazine (where else?) Issue April 7, 2014.

9 April 2014 Napowrimo Dada poem

How I write a DADA poem:

I take an article

Read it.

Underline words that pop out

Scramble them,

mix them up

And put them together

again in a new puzzle.

8 April 2014

I didn’t have internet access last night, so I’m posting yesterday’s poem today.



wizardry retrofitting

tombstone mentality

dearth dawdle

patchwork earth

falling through the cracks

line of sight

paper plane


7 April 2014 “1984 = 2014”

1984 = 2014


The Russians

came rushing in


black sea beaches

backwater dependent


shopping habits.


I’m not insinuating that the Russians per se are at fault or that they really did something in 1984. What I mean with 1984 is that I’m referring to George Orwell’s novel “1984” and I only mention Russians because the article I got the words from was about the Russians wanting to take over Crimea in the Ukraine.

The 2014 means that it is still happening today “monitoring shopping habits” is becoming really real with Facebook ads and new phone GPS apps like iBeacon that for example will remind you of an item on your shopping list whenever you are in the right aisle (which is pretty ingenious and scary at the same time!).

There. I hope I haven’t offended anyone. And if I did – sorry.

Wait! It’s still 6 April


the powers that be

earned their swagger.

Underdog, hard-nosed,




white against black

I could. Not. Breathe.


“What size tutu do you wear?”


viral meme

Mourning got a piece. 

Something blew.

foul or no foul?

might just be the one.


Cinderella saved her invitation to the dance.



Phew! That was close. See if you can guess what the poem is about!

WTF! This can’t be a poem! Fail!

6 April 2014


funny phrases


“take your ears on vacation”

“sound tourism”

“avalanche sand singing”


“wear our doctors”


“Mr Peanut”


“power strips”

“surveillance cameras as heads”


“slow roasted honey baked ham”


“light painting”

“funny pages”


“HTML is an STD”


“I want to take in the hood and meditate”

“Rush particular brand of Angel dust”

“I slept in the street”.


This poem consists of phrases that caught my eye in the Time magazine (as you can gather, I like to read the Time magazine a lot and I’m using it as inspiration for Napowrimo). So sue me!

April 4 2014 Napowrimo Dada poem


winky emoticonically dirty look

I don’t know the shortcut

man without a (   )


he is an impish, provocative, self-destructive, artistically, brilliant


There is no happiness here.


Bring me a lamp

so I can find my way back.

I’m really starting to enjoy this now! I got these words from another Time Magazine article: “My Lars von Trier problem” by Lisa Schwarzbaum, March 17 2014, p46-47

April 3 2014 Napowrimo



heart-less, speech-less

less heart, less speech

Less salt please!

My tongue can’t stand the taste.

Lessen my burden.

Let me speak.

linger longer

I Demand lip service


hmmm… not quite finished I think, but it’s all I have so far for today.

Two Afrikaans NaPoWrimo poems

I’ve also decided to work on my incomplete poems that had been lying around here for years gathering dust. But it is only attempts and won’t necessary be the final products. If I want, I can try to better my attempt on the next day and see what I come up with.

Today I have two DADA poems:

1) Wat eet ons vanaand?

Olke bolke

riebietjie stolke

olke bolke knor

errie tjerrie

tjiekene tjerrie

errie tjerrie

tjorts tjorts.


Olie bolle?

Ribbetjies, mieliestronke?

Knor my maag nou.


Gooi in die pot:

Ertjies, kerrie,

Chicken en kerrie?

Ertjies, kerrie.


Tjorts, George!


Notes: The first stanza is an Afrikaans rhyme you say out loud when you don’t know what to pick/choose. Almost like the donkey-rhyme (Inky pinky ponky/daddy had a donkey/ donkey die/daddy crie/inky pinky ponky).


Do you know any other rhyme? Please share. I would like to hear from you.


2) (ongetiteld)

Daar’s ‘n heks wat swaai

op haar skoppelmaai.

en soos sy swaai

vloek sy almal wat verbygaan.

“Maai toe julle maaifoedies!” 


Die volk kom bymekaar

by die kaai.

“Kom ons braai

die heks op haar swaai,”

sê die een. Raai!

Die heks hoor toe.


Sy swaai

hoër en hoër

tot bo die wolke



*The text in the green is what I had and the rest is what I filled in today.