Gert Strydom, 27 december 2011
(after William Shakespeare)
Let me state with all of humankind
as my witness, that love is more than bliss,
is much more than the drawing of a kiss,
it does no error or any change find,
it is true to the body, soul and mind,
in the simple things of each day it is
and all other allures it does dismiss,
much stronger than life, pass death it does bind,
burns with a kind of eternal hot flame
which wanders not within time, months or weeks,
its acts, its words continually does bloom,
in hardship it does not find any blame,
eternally sincerity it seeks,
it stays true, even at the gates of doom.
[Reference: “Sonnet 116 Let me to the marriage of true minds” by William Shakespeare.]
Gert Strydom, 23 december 2011
When Christmas comes, while the flowers
here are blooming during summer,
I am astounded by the things
in the windows of the shops
and I am at times wondering
if everybody realizes what gift
You gave to the wide world,
with your coming as a insignificant human being
and I see people wishing each other well,
wishing a prosperous new year
and wonder if anybody still believes
in the salvation that You do bring,
if your crucifixion and the affliction of it
really pervades to humanity?
Gert Strydom, 23 december 2011
Female politicians act like they are gods
do not care about the poor or their odds,
spend millions on hotels and aeroplanes,
drive in their processions in traffic lanes,
they do not care about any other being,
about Christ or Christmas or anything.
Some innocent children in my country
will never be free from their poverty,
they look with inquisitive big brown eyes
at some shop windows were Christmas gifts lies,
do not know the blessings of receiving,
about Christ or Christmas or anything.
Some of them do not even have some food,
come from a impoverished neighbourhood
while they also do hear the Christmas bells,
are living in a daily kind of hell,
do not know the jolly songs people sing,
about Christ or Christmas or anything.
Gert Strydom, 23 december 2011
Now that the year is growing kind of old
when the true story of Jesus we are told,
we are living up to a day of giving
while daily we hear joyful birds singing
as when they did that child once behold,
now that the year is growing kind of old.
Now that the year is growing kind of old
our Christian faith we do at times uphold
while to others we bring some happiness
like messengers of God we try to bless,
sing happy songs on each friendly threshold,
now that the year is growing kind of old.
Now that the year is growing kind of old
while some live sheltered in a stronghold
in a world of chaos there is tranquillity,
when in God we find some serenity,
in our own lives we act cheerful and bold,
now that the year is growing kind of old.
Now that the year is growing kind of old
in our lives God’s blessings are manifold,
while merrily bells do jingle and chime,
we tell of loving that goes past all time,
we celebrate Christmas in each household,
now that the year is growing kind of old.
Gert Strydom, 22 december 2011
Like the morning glory you worship the sun
opening golden fold upon golden fold
following it from the time the day begun
as if that starry thing you do behold
longing for its shining white hot rays
as if watching while it is moving on
opening sunny day upon sunny day
and closing just as soon as it is gone
as if its love to you is the only one.
Gert Strydom, 22 december 2011
She picked a white daisy,
drew off petals easy,
said he loves me or does not
watched the white flower,
scared to get it over,
wondered what she had got,
her tears gleamed like dew
and the answer she knew,
picked flowers for a pot.
Gert Strydom, 22 december 2011
Carnations grow lovely,
perfect beauty I see
in vivid colours of white
red, pink, some are yellow
with loveliness they glow,
are usually quite bright,
they smell somewhat like cloves,
have purity of doves,
they are flowers drawing sight.
Gert Strydom, 21 december 2011
I do believe that love lasts forever
even if after death it starts again
to find someone that is very special,
although some days do not feel quite special,
feel as if life stretches out forever
as if I will not be happy again,
but sometimes someone quite new comes again
who with time does some things that are special,
who make memories that last forever,
will I forever love, again feel special?
Gert Strydom, 21 december 2011
(after Brian Jones)
Spend your time with me until the night end
as we attend a party at the house of a friend
smile and talk to me as if I am someone else
laugh merrily at the jokes our host tells,
while you dance with me where the stairs bend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end
smile coyly while a drink I recommend,
treat me like a stranger you have just met
while our eyes are just on each other set,
let your glance shy before mind descend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end
even if our friends do not really comprehend
why we are different from our old stances
why we are romancing in all our glances
while like some strangers we together blend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end
as if life on a moment do depend
while you act just like a brand new lover,
as if our feelings we did rediscover,
as if we met only on a godsend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end,
friendly greet the old smiling reverend
while we proudly walk past to our dinner
as if we are just two love-struck sinners,
while our unfamiliarity we do pretend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
[Reference: “Husband to Wife: Party Going” by Brian Jones.]
Gert Strydom, 21 december 2011
Some girls like roses or carnations
in bunches in glass vases,
others love marigolds
and sometimes one on a pillow
with a letter or card
speaks to a girls heart,
burning candles and dimmed lights
sometimes helps to set the scene
and soft soothing music has its magic too
but none are like you
who values everything
and your smile lights the night
like a rising sun
and baby any time with you
is a lot of fun.
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