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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 1 march 2013

In a hotel room across from the beach

At ten o’clock some rain pours down,
outside the sea lies angry and grey
while larger and larger waves
continually crash onto the beach.
 
Below the tarmac glistens,
the car-guards are wet to the skin
while it looks as if a river is flowing along the road
and in the distance fog clouds blotch out the sun up to the horizon
 
while some brave men surf
where in the stormy weather they find gigantic waves
and when later I do awake you,
you glance with big eyes,
 
draw me down to your hot body
and further I cannot write about our escapades.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 1 march 2013

Totally alone on Clifton’s beach

Late at night while darkness was everywhere
the horn of a ship bellowed far away
in a sad sound that hanged on the waves
 
and now in the early morning we walk
totally alone on Clifton’s beach,
find here and there beautiful shells,
 
see waves curl and break,
hear some seagulls screeching
while water splashes foaming over our feet
 
where like children we draw our names in hearts
on the wet sand and we notice
the ocean were it stretches into endlessness,
 
when the streaming water
washes away every sign of our presence,
as we splash and go laughing, teasing much deeper
 
and under the hot sun that hangs on a cobalt sky
we are lingering for long moments,
are caught in our own world
 
and I wonder how to make this moment last forever
as it’s almost matchless
when our lips do find each others
 
and you embrace me with your hair
blown wildly by the wind,
while the sun blinds us.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 1 march 2013

Totally alone on Clifton’s beach

Late at night while darkness was everywhere
the horn of a ship bellowed far away
in a sad sound that hanged on the waves
 
and now in the early morning we walk
totally alone on Clifton’s beach,
find here and there beautiful shells,
 
see waves curl and break,
hear some seagulls screeching
while water splashes foaming over our feet
 
where like children we draw our names in hearts
on the wet sand and we notice
the ocean were it stretches into endlessness,
 
when the streaming water
washes away every sign of our presence,
as we splash and go laughing, teasing much deeper
 
and under the hot sun that hangs on a cobalt sky
we are lingering for long moments,
are caught in our own world
 
and I wonder how to make this moment last forever
as it’s almost matchless
when our lips do find each others
 
and you embrace me with your hair
blown wildly by the wind,
while the sun blinds us.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 february 2013

How to write a psalm

I. The poet
 
The restless soul
who wanders along with words,
trying to find meaning,
in simple things, complicated things,
who tries to change the world in vain
and shares other people’s pain
and like a mad man,
waits and remain waiting on the gods
to hear their thoughts as his own.
 
II. The poem
 
Words on a paper, sometimes written
in innocence, that expresses feelings, meanings
or just describe
the world through the eyes of mad men,
or telling you how to comprehend them.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 february 2013

From king Menelaus of Sparta to Helen of Troy

I reproach you that you drive me to war
that you set the lives of thousands of soldiers
into havoc and danger
that you regard passion higher than love,
higher than each life in Troy,
that your beauty burns with a noble fire
which devours everything,
that you draw it like a weapon
and do not regard
the calamity, destruction and misery
which your deeds bring.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 february 2013

The totals of life

I have tried to find a solution
for the sum
of my existence,
 
tried to find the reasons why
I am here,
 
have tried to find answers
for the impediments that life brings,
for the shattering that destiny
sometimes holds
 
and the only conclusion
is the need for somebody
to share life with.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 february 2013

Surety

From black clouds rain pours down
that brings life
or just as easily a twisting hurricane
which destroys and causes death
 
and the sea rolls in and out
with people playing on its beaches
or roars with crashing might
slamming ships on sandbanks or rocks
 
and from love
grace, tender care, passion and pleasure
company, friendship and loyalty comes
or hurt, some pain and hatred sprouts just as easily
and how do I become sure
about how you are really feeling?
 
I wish I could crawl into your head,
sneak into the depths of your soul,
to find the deepest part of your humanity
 
but that would not be necessary
while your eyes transmit your feelings,
your words are filled with new meanings
and an unquenchable need for me.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 february 2013

You stand watering the roses

You stand watering the roses
dressed in a blouse and short pants
looking down at open flowers on long stems
with big bright brown-green eyes,
slender and slim with beautiful graceful thighs
looking rather ravishing
and the blazing sun hangs above your head
the flowers swing in the slight breeze
and in this spring
you are the prettiest thing
that I have seen.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 february 2013

When I met you

When I met you
I was thunder struck,
found something in the ambience
radiating from your presence
and somehow you knew,
could read my mind
without really trying
and your company
is filled with energy
and a sweet serenity
reaching out to me.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 february 2013

Probius (nonce sonnet)

Probius was whipped by guards until bloody,
then chained and locked in the dungeon
to convince him, to offer to gods
and when they saw him shaking with sheer pain
 
his capturers thought it would make him broody
bring sense to him with a hard bludgeon,
then they were betting and drawing some odds
thinking that his faith in God was in vain,
that by this time he would be quite moody:
 
“I am better prepared than before
and you can send to me your whole army
but now I am only convinced more,
that nothing to your dead gods will force me
the devil, your true father, I deplore.”


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