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Gert Strydom, 16 october 2013

When words loose their meaning

When words loose their meaning
and only flow on bloodlessly
then I cannot say how much I do love you.

When every touch does not anymore matter
then my hands,
my mouth and body becomes dumb

and are unable to tell you
that our love is something holy, intense
and also earthly.

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Gert Strydom, 15 october 2013

Simon of Cirene

All the way from Cirene I did travel to Jerusalem
and next to a dusty road that leads to a hill
I did come upon Him,
when a Roman officer commanded me to bear His cross,
from the whipping from the cat He was dumbfounded
and for a moment I was dumbstruck,
as such a man I have never met before
and it was clear that He did not deserve this punishment,
that He was noble and a man of God
but just there I did decide to serve Him,

to put His cross upon my shoulders
and carried it to where soldiers were digging a hole.
All of my sins were suddenly in my mind
and I looked at Him and prayed
to God for forgiveness

but did receive forgiveness and love from Him
when He hanged that afternoon on a wooden cross,
when thunder, darkness and an earthquake did suddenly come
and in my own sinful humanity I was scared

when the Son of God died there,
when even the Romans were astonished
and did acknowledge that He was Godly
and the prince of darkness was defeated.

I was forgiven
for the sins of a whole life-time
and when He did die as the Messiah
I was trembling.

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Gert Strydom, 15 october 2013

As a mere human You did come

As a mere human You did come,
did leave Your Godliness behind,
walked through dusty roads
to heal the sick
and to bring comfort to those with pain,

to bring a unknown peace,
causing miracles against the laws of nature
through Your Father
with the Spirit of God descending upon You
to bring to the world of darkness
a bright white pure light.

You did speak about the real meaning of love,
did let love fall upon everyone like clear sweet rain,
while You did live totally sinless,
did bless everyone everywhere, even Your enemies,
but still You did become totally human

and I that tread around in my own thoughts,
in my own words and sinful deeds
can realise Your cruel death and love,
can in my imagination hear the cat whipping,

want to turn away with my own shyness
from You hanging on the cross
but I cannot
as I am caught by your sacrifice
and very scared

I beg for it to be different
as You do know the dark depths of my life
and of Your death I am also guilty
when You call out forgiveness over everyone
and die like only a man can

but there is no one else
that has such love.

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Gert Strydom, 14 october 2013

Last night [2]

Last night I dreamed that my hand was in yours
and that you were clinging tightly to it,
that you have forsaken the turning-away-roads
and my nose and thoughts was full of you

but now its today
and I see the glistening shine of your laughter
while I wonder what this day is holding
and new moments full of hope and adventure is waiting.

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Gert Strydom, 14 october 2013

A perfect moment

Sometimes you do shake from passion
and your human core is known to me
when I want nothing to violate
a perfect moment.

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Gert Strydom, 11 october 2013

Sometimes

Sometimes I am caught in the sheer depths of your eyes

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Gert Strydom, 11 october 2013

My wife

My darling wife, the seasons come and go
but the summer-sun is in your laughter,
spring is in your eyes
and sometimes innocent like a child
you want to look past the times of life
as if there is something precious in every day.

There is intensity when I hold you in my arms
when we stand still for a mere moment.
It’s as if my whole life long I had to wait for you
and you do make me great
even in my inabilities.

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Gert Strydom, 10 october 2013

During the last days of winter

During the last days of winter
we have planted
white Iceberg roses,
blue, purple and yellow irises,
geraniums of the F3 hybrid
and all colours of gazanias
along the palisade of the front garden

and even grass-carnations, pansies,
and Sweet Williams are already flowering
and even a bush of yesterday-today-and-tomorrow
brings a kind of beauty to what life is.

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Gert Strydom, 10 october 2013

There is something great to gardening (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain)

There is something great to gardening
and in these early days of spring
some birds do frolic and flutter
while others do sing

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Gert Strydom, 9 october 2013

The forsaking (Canzonetta)

(after Sir Thomas Wyatt)

She whom once did me seek flee away
and it is somewhat kind of strange to me
that something did change and she cannot stay
as if I have some kind of iniquity
while she hides behind a sweet kind of guise
and it is very strange this sad awakening
comes as a sudden kind of dim surprise
as there is much pain in the forsaking

and in the morning’s bright new day
she does continually want to be free
even the kind of music that she plays
has a kind of rebellion that I see,
when I do touch her, her arm hairs do rise
and all of this has me worried and thinking,
makes me cry right up to the red sunrise,
as there is much pain in the forsaking

and I will have her right back if I may
but that is not how things are going to be
while to another lover she is set to stray,
want to make me for her sake feel guilty
and to want her back, to stay is unwise
but terribly my heart keeps on aching
and of her intents I can just surmise,
as there is much pain in the forsaking.

[Reference: “The lover showeth how he is forsaken” “They flee from me that sometime did me seek” by Sir Thomas Wyatt.]

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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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When words loose their meaning

Simon of Cirene

As a mere human You did come

Last night [2]

A perfect moment

Sometimes

My wife

During the last days of winter

There is something great to gardening (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain)

The forsaking (Canzonetta)

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