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Gert Strydom, 20 november 2013

While the day is cheery, sunlit and bright (cavatina)

Some jasmine, lavender, sage, thyme, violet
and the red rose,
daily exhale perfume, are scented
in their purpose
while poignant the butterfly, dragon-fly,
and small bee goes,
flying far beyond our scope of sight,
while the day is cheery, sunlit and bright.

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Gert Strydom, 19 november 2013

While the days do run on

While the days do run on
at times there is a kind of hesitation,
a familiarity that you have been here
and outside it’s raining
and the nights are dark and silent
when dreams come as they will.

Together with you
I want to discover the whole world,
constantly I want to learn to know you better,
want to go for moments deeper into moments,
I want to hold you tenderly
until the night perishes in the morning,
during the bright day I want to be with you
and I want to read all of the unsaid things in your eyes.

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Gert Strydom, 19 november 2013

In a place with a bit of sun

I found you
in a place with a bit of sun,
where rays drew silky fingers over us
and I was covered by your body
when we bonded to something deeper
than I did know that we could.

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Gert Strydom, 18 november 2013

Early Childhood

(in answer to Richard Aldington)

The hurt, the loss of my father at a very early age
brought me to my knees and to God
and I started to love God from being very young,
did not understand to where my dad had left,
although I saw people bury his coffin
in the cemetery just beyond our house
and death of people and animals
to me was a painful kind of thing
that went far beyond any kind of comprehension

but I did believe that God was still caring
although I missed my father terribly,
believed with the same honest sincerity
that my mother did when she asked God
to provide, to take care of us
and she cared with a selfless kind of love.

When I was about seven our puppy got tick-bite fever
and on that winter afternoon it laid dying
right next to the fireplace
and made a moaning sound and was silent.
I covered it with a small blanket
and the puppy was already stiff
but I did not realize that it had died
and in front of that fireplace prayed
for the little dog to be healed.

That afternoon a miracle did happen
and that small dog came alive again,
crept out from under the blanket
and on waggling legs walked right up to me
to drink a bowl of milk
and it was pure proof to me
that a caring and loving God does exist.

[Reference: “Childhood” by Richard Aldington.]

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Gert Strydom, 18 november 2013

I have seen men

I have seen men
believing in avenging gods,
believing in weapons of war
and have experienced
the havoc that war does bring
and do know that nothing that is good
comes from fighting
and only death and destruction
is the final outcome of it.

I have seen men
believing in materialism,
that peace joy and love comes
from what you do possess
and in a hospital bed
I have seen a wealthy man
in desperation trying to end what life is
for whom life had cost far too much.

I have seen learned religious men
proclaim that Jesus Christ was only one of the gods,
I have seen learned religious men
proclaim that Jesus Christ did not rise from death,
I have seen learned religious men
proclaim that Jesus Christ was only a good man

and then they lecture at university seminaries
and call themselves Christians
and it’s clear that they do wait
for the Cosmic Christ to appear.

And still I do know that God does really exist
and I do believe in Him,
believe that Jesus Christ will return
to this catastrophic world
as its judge, redeemer and king.

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Gert Strydom, 15 november 2013

When you did tell me

When you did tell me
that there is no bigger treasure
than our love,
that you see the light
of the stars in my eyes

that the sun rises for you
when I come home,
how our feelings
time after time astounds you

I wanted to believe you,
while we looked at the lights in the sky
as if a kind of bond was right there,
and it was something that no words could explain.

Space flight after space flight has come back,
at times blinded by bright stars
spacemen did bridge space
and could not find the beginning of our love

and its now clear
that some planets, stars-systems and other worlds are unknown
but you are my light in the darkness of this world.

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Gert Strydom, 15 november 2013

I became aware

I became aware
how lonely it’s sometimes with you,
that both of us come from two different worlds,
that misconception rules at times
and I did wonder
how to go on with such a kind of life
where the few beautiful things that I do
at times are shattered
and I came to the realization
that love is something that brings joy to any situation
and without you my whole world is empty.

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Gert Strydom, 14 november 2013

I remember you in the white hot sun

I remember you in the white-hot sun
with rays flaming
when you die shake your hair out
near to the small pond
in which the blue sky and clouds were reflected,
with the oak’s trunk
where morning glories are climbing up
and similar we are tied to each other.

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Gert Strydom, 14 november 2013

When I first saw you (cavatina)

When I first saw you something happened,
in a long glance
our eyes met and the old world decayed,
our hearts did dance,
nights full of perfume, spice was on the wind,
some sweet romance
suddenly was between us, like red wine
your lips shined while you looked divine.

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Gert Strydom, 13 november 2013

When my darling comes to me

When my darling comes to me
in the street jacarandas are flowering
and I can smell jasmine and gardenia on the wind,
when with her body for moments see astounds me,

and red candles burn romantically in the window,
a table is laid out with snacks and champagne,
while se covers my face with kisses
with the glance in here eyes gleaming.

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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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While the day is cheery, sunlit and bright (cavatina)

While the days do run on

In a place with a bit of sun

Early Childhood

I have seen men

When you did tell me

I became aware

I remember you in the white hot sun

When I first saw you (cavatina)

When my darling comes to me

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