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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 february 2013

Mary Magdalene as a accused

How does the love of man upon man
blind the power that always gives light to darkness
where my whole being at a time could react
and be lost in passion and pleasure.
In me those urges and voices are now silent
and I am new and pure like a child.
I have wasted far too much time and energy
without finding any happiness until now.
He writes mighty words upon the ground,
words that drives my accusers away.
What He says stays with me:  “Sin no more.”
Words that free me from condemnation,
selfless love is His endless treasure
and I have come to full conversion.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 february 2013

The kite

[after N.P. Van Wyk Louw]
 
On the white beach I pick up a kite
where yellow-gold it trembles in the wind
and I brush the sand off and it wants to gallop,
jerks into the sky while I am standing still
and it flies as only a kite can
while the line in my fingers are spanning
as it climbs still higher against a storm wind
while specks of sand blow against me, are blinding me.
It raises quickly, almost flies heaven high
where suddenly it flutters, hangs streaming,
as if it already are catching the radial winds,
are out of my sight
when it jerks loose and unfolds the stars,
are flying a path right through the universe
 
 
[Reference: Die beiteltjie (The chisel) by N.P. van Wyk Louw.] 


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 february 2013

Individuals

A seagull swerves over the bay
where it flies slanted against the wind
and turns again away to the sea,
it screeches and around my feet
water flows continually in and out,
waves do slam over the big rocks
and fine spray is tossed high into the air
while I walk alone and smell the sea
and here and there find some more people;
the waves sudden carry me along
as if there is a kind of living thing to them
and all along the beach you are missing
as if you are gone to another place
and out of the water you walk gloriously beautiful.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 february 2013

In the rain forest we were blinded by the spray

In the rain forest we were blinded by the spray
while we walked together to the waterfall
and in the rumbling we wanted to find His voice
when a bright butterfly fluttered past,
your smile was far beyond beautiful
while we walked to get a better view,
to take photo’s of the great scene
and at this place without any other humans near
there was great tranquillity and illustriousness
when something buzzed on the wind
and we both were certain that it was Him,
as the horizon gleamed just before the coming dusk.
Now that the days do stretch out long before us
and you lie sleeping next to me, I am wondering...


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 22 february 2013

When your eyes did suddenly leave mine

When your eyes did suddenly leave mine,
when no more I could find the sunshine look in them;
I had to know that you
wanted to bond to another man, to another lover
 
and I did escape to another world,
back to my sunny Pretoria.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 22 february 2013

Now that the autumn sun

Now that the autumn sun
pushes out its first fingers,
and the leaves of my life
are falling colourful,
 
while the winter wind
rustles somewhat cold through them
and I am of the opinion
that the spring and summer between us
eternally is in the past,
 
you do bring to my life
again new meaning.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 22 february 2013

If everything that I do dream

If everything that I do dream
blows away to be nothing
 
then life devours me
and against destiny I am half-blinded;
in my body, soul and spirit a man
but in my heart I stay a child
 
that still does hope and trust on Your salvation
while I do try to keep myself on the right way.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 21 february 2013

Daily the sands of time to the end do run

Daily the sands of time to the end do run
as was destined, designed when the world begun,
lightning bolts flash down with the pouring rain
while we continually live in a world of pain
and we grow older as each day passes by
while out of our reach eternity does fly.
 
We live and love and reach to God above
or in rebellion some do constantly rove,
we struggle for what is right and pure light,
while others wander on ways of the night
while almost eternally the battle rages on
and in our lives the conflict is not done
between good and evil and truth and lie
until the very day whereupon we die.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 21 february 2013

I have to escape from the city’s roaring din

I have to escape from the city’s roaring din,
from the continuous rushing of hasty feet,
to a place of tranquillity that I do adore
where the breaking blue sea is rushing in,
far away from the crowded busy street
at the shelter of a snow-white pure shore.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 20 february 2013

When I see you smile in tranquillity (septilla / Spanish septet)

When I see you smile in tranquillity
there comes a great kind of joy to me
when our eyes meet for a time again
there is a kind of charming romance,
with a new message in every glance,
with emotions of both joy and pain
and between us a sweet serenity.


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Other poems: For now and for always, The temptation of being near to her, Your walking away is measured in watt, In the garden (ABECEDARIUM), Just for a moment it is there, There are people, Unknowing we may be living in a war zone, Holiday, I yearn for the secrets of nature (sonnet), At 52 the nuts of my country are stripped, A strange dream (triolet), The beach, the morning, Where star systems do disappear in the nought (sonnet), Come to my flower garden, Warriors of the civil service, This morning the sky glitters blue, You must not show any fear, My dear loving God, Sad tidings, Morning, Mirror image, The sun hangs orange red, Divorce V, Divorce IV (Espinela), Divorce III, Divorce II (cavatina), Divorce, Respite, At times we are only set on passing (American sonnet), The peach tree, The gardener, The old guitar (cavatina), Dear Lord God, Still life, Two sides to everything (cavatina), I have missed my country, The sardine run, He lies stretched out in the sun, Africa, There’s no other country, When death’s fingers do me touch, I wonder where is an untouched place that firmly does stand, You never came, I am afraid, The silent countdown, Without matter, Dare you character?, Once I wrote a kind of happy song (Orléans rondel prime), There is no other saviour, Alone we come into the world (for my mom on mother’s day), With hunger in your eyes, Please do forgive, Hoba West Meteor, When I do consider how my time is spent, I see him doing carpentry, When the two of us met, John Phillip, On Pretoria (Italian sonnet), Return, Cecil John Rhodes (Italian sonnet) (in answer to Rudyard Kipling), Afterwards, I walk in the veldt near to Majuba hillock, Vain are the words and deeds that are mine (Rubiyat sonnet), When I do find no place of peace (sonnet), Why I remember the Anglo-Boer war (John Dee sonnet), Lord, only in Your footsteps (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain), On a night, Far too quickly time rushes on (Persian /Rubiyat quatrain), Like any other person, She lives beautiful (sonnet), Where this world is but a grain of sand, On the day of my birth, The crucifixion of the Son of God, Today my heart is full of joy, A prayer (Sonnet), On my birthday, My heart has gone quite in me (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain), Come to me, Soldier: yesterday, At this place I have been before (sonnet), There had been a kind of loneliness, When the early the morning does begin (cavatina), Constantly I am astonished, When I hold you tight, Life is a gift, Bus trip at night, I have not seen the spark of life, Kamikaze, Lucifer at sunrise, The things in a town, When from me she is out of sight, How chilly like winter, Some times, I love you, Long Beach, As my eyes gaze into the dark night, I see her dancing gaily, Right against the morass, African September, A room in the past, The secret room, It had been a hell of spring with the sun hanging scorching, The marsh, For my darling, with New Year, The old year, Today people are not interested, South Africa is also my country, In this distant country, What fanciful lives we lead, As if they are beacons, You are my darling (sonnet), On Christmas, Last night I dreamt of you, Where are we now?, I had dreamt of you, At night the mind plays its tricks, Inside you and I dance, One Military Hospital, Something about a bird in a tree, While the year hangs skeleton, I gave my love to you, No other painting, Field of maize, The red arum lilies, Would my words, When the front door, At dusk, Child, Cry, Maybe 4, Maybe 3, Maybe 2, To be us, Photocopy machine, I do love Africa, While everything is turning brown outside, The crumbling man, My small Jack Russell dog, With self contempt I stand in the veldt, The fallen Cuban soldier, There is a time when night sneaks in, After the farm invasions in Zimbabwe, The small redbreast sings and dances, I love you, Walls, A child is a strange thing, Baby lies so fast asleep, It is a pitch-dark night, Hecuba, A pastor,
 

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