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Gert Strydom, 2 october 2012

Love me (villanelle)

Love me with sincerity,
with the true feelings in your heart
in times of loss and of prosperity

while our influence linger into posterity
and may our lives never part.
Love me with t sincerity,

as if our words and deeds are more than surety
in truthfulness that is something of an art
in times of loss and of prosperity

and when we are old without any dexterity
may our feelings then last and never depart.
Love me with sincerity

that brings feelings to a kind of clarity,
that daily anew does start
in times of loss and of prosperity.

and may we constantly act in solidarity
as if nothing our affections can thwart.
Love me with sincerity,
in times of loss and of prosperity.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 october 2012

Let our love be as it ought (villanelle)

Love me with sincerity,
with the true feelings in your heart
in times of loss and of prosperity

while our influence linger into posterity
and may our lives never part.
Love me with t sincerity,

as if our words and deeds are more than surety
in truthfulness that is something of an art
in times of loss and of prosperity

and when we are old without any dexterity
may our feelings then last and never depart.
Love me with sincerity

that brings feelings to a kind of clarity,
that daily anew does start
in times of loss and of prosperity.

and may we constantly act in solidarity
as if nothing our affections can thwart.
Love me with sincerity,
in times of loss and of prosperity.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 october 2012

Let our love be as it ought (villanelle)

Let our love be as it ought
while you are true to me,
with something special in every thought

as something valuable that we have brought
that goes much further than just charity.
Let our love be as it ought

simple, sincere as if its joy cannot be bought
as it is present with us daily
with something special in every thought

that comes by itself out of the blue unsought
as a gift from the divine without iniquity.
Let our love be as it ought

like a pool of cool water in the drought,
that more than quenches and sets the spirit free
with something special in every thought

as if we found something we have constantly sought,
in the way that by God it is set to be.
Let our love be as it ought
with something special in every thought.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 september 2012

Her eyes is shining (terzanelle)

Her eyes is shining as the stars in the night
and with a type of grace
they sparkle bright, with an own true light

displaying character and sweetness in her face
and I wonder how she feels behind her smile’s red glow
and with a type of grace

what lurks in her heart, what lurks below
her fiery radiance
and I wonder how she feels behind her smile’s red glow

her natural charm and brilliance,
and I wonder what feelings she does really keep behind
her fiery radiance

and she is sweet and sharp of whit and mind
as a girl whose beauty comes from inside
and I wonder what feelings she does really keep behind

and what secrets she does hide?
Her eyes is shining as the stars in the night,
as a girl whose beauty comes from inside
they sparkle bright, with an own true light.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 september 2012

Deep in your eyes

Deep in your eyes I saw another universe
a place of love, peace and rest
and I was aware of the depth of our love,
did know that I do not really deserve you.

I wanted to close my eyes against your gaze,
against the bright golden light that shines from your eyes
when you did bring healing for a life of pain
while you did stretch out great bliss in only a moment

and unsteady on my feet
I escaped from your hot arms,
did open my eyes wide
and our being together was wonderful and intense.

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Gert Strydom, 28 september 2012

For far too long I have searched for you

For far too long I have searched for you
and when I saw you the first time
there was the sudden recognition
as if I had found a part of myself in you,
as if for ages you have been my companion

and still I know that you are lovely,
that your presence, your voice,
continually draws people nearer
and it’s as if I constantly keep remembering you,
as if you are perfect and I know that I am right with this.

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Gert Strydom, 28 september 2012

How lovely you are

How lovely you are but you are unaware of it
and sometimes it’s as if the sun shines through your humanity,
sometimes it feels as if I have know you for years
as if you fit perfectly into my soul, into my life,
as if I can feel your heart beating in mine
and sometimes I become aware
of the presence of God in your heart, in your spirit and soul.

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Gert Strydom, 27 september 2012

Far out in the wilderness (terzanelle)

Far out in the wilderness
I have come upon a thrush
far from its nest, singing in happiness

where knee high grass brush,
where grass is bristling
I have come upon a thrush

While some weeds do sting
where it with joy does sing
where grass is bristling

in a sound that is sweet and clearly does ring
with a blessing that is serene and profound
where it with joy does sing

in the most beautiful sound
as if it’s praising the creator
with a blessing that is serene and profound

I heard the little great orator
far out in the wilderness
as if it’s praising the creator
far from its nest, singing in happiness.

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Gert Strydom, 27 september 2012

A Dragon fly

that lingers at the mirror image of the window
is swept away
when every insect catches the eye of a butcher bird

and I am caught in the scene
where it pierces the insect on the barbed wire,
is swept away

where the insect looses its life
and the bird is preparing for its next victim
where it pierces the insect on the barbed wire

and I see the bird spreading its black wing
as it twitters on the barbed wire and slaps its wings
and the bird is preparing for its next victim

while each insect it catches so smartly
where it is set on each movement,
as it twitters on the barbed wire and slaps its wings

and the bird becomes a deadly thing
that lingers at the mirror image of the window
where it is set on each movement,
when every insect catches the eye of a butcher bird.

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Gert Strydom, 27 september 2012

In the early morning

In the early morning
dew covers every piece of grass and flower
and I see green sprouts in the soft ground

that appears after the first rain,
some grow luxuriant and others are slender and fine.
Some dew covers every piece of grass and flower,

and new buds appear
on long green stems,
some grow luxuriant and others are slender and fine.

in an aromatic existence.
At dark red roses and pink hollyhocks
on long green stems,

butterflies appear new from there metamorphoses
while the sun spreads its yellow-golden rays,
at dark red roses and pink hollyhocks

bees and butterflies fly to and thro
in the early morning
while the sun spreads its yellow-golden rays
and I see green sprouts in the soft ground.

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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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