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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 30 april 2012

It must have been in early part of spring (Cornish Sonnet)

It must have been in early part of spring
that bees and butterflies were still around
I saw small things fluttering on a wing
some small deer were threading through the dark wood
leaving tiny tracks all over the ground
while silently, looking, grazing some stood

while some did disappear in the mist
sadness was in my heart on that bright day
while of them I got not a single gist
as some wildness did suddenly sweep in
before that old thick fog did burn away
and my sightseeing really did begin

It must have been in early part of spring
while some did disappear in the mist.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 april 2012

For you

Early morning I will pick up the most beautiful seashells,
before the sand-plovers and tourists come
and like a child as if they are treasures
I will give hands full to you

and you I will take with the first daybreak
down to the beach
and together we will walk long stretches
where the water just meet our feet

and we will have long conversations
about the things
that we should have said years ago
and I will tell you how you fit into my life.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 april 2012

Unmarked is the route

Unmarked is the route
that I have got to take to your heart,
without really knowing
about where to go

and only your own eyes, your voice, your body
stays the chart that indicates the direction
and sometimes I am really struggling
to find any signs in them

when I wonder about your deepest thoughts
that secretly is locked away from me,
when I wonder how much you love me,
as now almost a lifetime,
another world lies in-between.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 april 2012

Struggling Jacob

Above us a multitude of stars did glow
over me lingering someone did bow;
suddenly I felt His breath upon my face
His body had a kind of Godly strong grace

while I struggled hands fell upon my body
in power He did encompass me
putting all of my mortal strength against His
struggling with how my own life is

I yearned to hear His name,
as in His presence I did not feel the same.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 april 2012

The nearer that I do come to Thee (cavatina)

The nearer that I do come to Thee, my God,
iniquity
I find more and much more that are present
in all of me;
I am a creature of sin from my own begin,
my sanctity
does not exist but in Your loving grace,
my painful scars are etched on Your face.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 april 2012

Prayer (cavatina)

Words spoken in thoughts silently or loud
do travel beyond
the hemisphere, space, to the Lord of grace;
there is a bond
that is unseen, that’s between man and God,
that corresponds
in conversations with a Godly being
while all other things fall somewhere in-between.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 april 2012

Vultures

In a big group dots appear out of the naught
where they turn round and round in the blue
with wings here and there flashing blade bright;
they decent dangerous, explicit,
like dirty washing rags fluttering and screeching
giving each other dirty looks, inciting the whole time,
they hang in the tops of green thorn trees,
with naked heads and necks stretched out,
with yellow-gold eyes spread open while they are spying,
before they flutter to the ground, not scared anymore
hobbling along, ripping a carcass apart,
screeching when hyenas want to offer resistance
they threaten with grotesque wings, claws clapping
milling angry around hyenas that tread around scared.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 april 2012

Suddenly a shadow falls

Suddenly a shadow falls from above
where a rock-rabbit bathes in the sun,
it moves to the fountain in the mountain,
hear baboons barking higher up on the cliffs
stops in fear, would have run if it could,
against the rock that animal is very small.
The shadows gets shape, it gets dangerous,
with deadly, piercing claws, beak stretched out
lightning quick and precise something falls,
the rock-rabbit screeches and just escapes,
disappears into a split of rock
waits for moments that lasts a eternity
but the flying danger is still there,
with yellow-gold eyes staring from the heights.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 april 2012

With each breath (cavatina)

With each breath, each heartbeat closer you are,
your lips, your smell,
the gaze of your eyes drives me quite crazy,
I know you well
but still you remain a big mystery
with shell on shell
covering new beauty, some depths profound,
while to you I become much deeper bound.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 april 2012

Just touching your hand (cavatina)

Just touching your hand is overwhelming,
blazing passion
runs through us both like an electric stream,
the sheer emotion
have depths that to us are always unknown
with affection
that goes far beyond any boundaries set
blazing from the very day that we met.


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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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