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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 30 january 2012

Samson (cavatina)

Hidden, broken into but sheer darkness
was his own sight,
his great power had suddenly left him,
in a great fright
his life had dwindled to nothingness,
if only light
could shine again, he prayed for great strength;
rose up powerful, came back to his length…


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 30 january 2012

Great darkness came admit the sunny blaze (cavatina)

Great darkness came admit the sunny blaze
of that high noon,
light the first work of creation was gone
and far too soon
suddenly death came to the Son of God;
companion boon
of mere men He had been, in some weakness
He did come in righteousness to bless.

[Poet’s note: Weakness is here expressed as God coming in the frail human form.]


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 january 2012

In thoughts today… (Rondelet)

In thoughts today
I prayed for your happiness,
in thoughts today
all your cares were swept away
I loved you with eagerness,
I dreamed of each sweet caress,
in thoughts today…


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 january 2012

In a world of nothingness you bring bliss (rondel)

In a world of nothingness you bring bliss
and smile with a strange kind of beauty,
with a kind of affection in every kiss
that brightens mere discipline and duty

as life changes, changes in the way it is
while you are more than just my deputy.
In a world of nothingness you bring bliss
and smile with a strange kind of beauty,

while a earthly heaven must be like this,
where affection comes without difficulty
and together there is joy in every activity
while your sweet kindness I cannot dismiss,
in a world of nothingness you bring bliss.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 january 2012

More pretty than a flower

More pretty than a flower you are to me,
when in the morning you pass in the road,
when you hair shines, when I get a smile.
More pretty than a flower,

you turn me around your little finger,
I cannot avoid my feelings for you,
when your humanity and grace astounds me,

when I suddenly start to fall in love,
like a school boy I feel somewhat stupid
when I look at you, when I admire you and you are
more pretty than a flower.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 january 2012

Freedom (Pleiades)

For some life is at their will,
fantastic full of great joy;
for others there are things as
fear restraining their own lives,
faint pressure by government,
formal acts that does shatter
from what life really should be.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 january 2012

Hope (Pleiades)

Hope is at times just unseen,
having no fixed structure,
helping people to go on,
has the effect of some trust
happening as a great thing,
helplessness it does conquer
halfway into great success.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 january 2012

Sorry (Pleiades)

Sorry is the saddest word,
some pain, a sense of lost,
so much difficulty to
say that some failure came,
some inadequacy is
sometimes present and exist,
still sorry heals wounds at times.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 january 2012

Thunder (cinquain)

Thunder;
blue-white energy
flashing downward sizzling,
frightens everyone of blazing
flashes.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 january 2012

It has come to the time (Chiasmus)

It has come to the time
where everyone that follows Jesus Christ
must ask not
what can my faith, my church,
God do for me;
rather must ask what I can do as a follower
of Jesus Christ
for my faith, my church,
in service of Jesus Christ?

Where we must not only ask
where can I make a contribution
to them who are poor and unemployed,
but by our goodwill give food,
clothes and encouragement
to those who are poor and unemployed.

It has come to the time and place where Jesus Christ
must be the centre point of my life,
where I as a mere human being
must have Jesus Christ as the centre of everything.

This is the time where we
as followers of Jesus Christ
and of every good thing
not only must praise
integrity, honesty and sincerity as a way of life
and follow those whose lives are indicating to Him
like the compass to the pole,
like the pastor,
but where we in our own lives,
we must come to the full right,
where we as men and women must stand firmly
to that which is right, which is honest and good
like the compass needle to the pole
and by ourselves indicate the way
to Jesus Christ.


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