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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 august 2013

The Sabbath day

I see the sun setting in the west
and lingering is the Sabbath rest
and of all the days in the week
I do love the day of the Lord the best
 
as there is something that it does possess
and on this day all of my worries become less
while a kind of tranquillity stays with me
and from God’s law I will not digress
 
as holy is His sacred day
and any other day may be as it may
but this one with my life I will sanctify
and in the rest I will work and play
 
and I do know that God does visit me
on the day that He deems holy.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 august 2013

Lord, protect this sister (parody)

(with apologies to J.M. Synge)
 
Lord, protect this sister and any visiting mister
enlighten her brow and let her know nothing sinister
protect her heart, lung and liver and never make her shiver
and in her guts, in her soul a calling give her.
 
Let her live with free delivered dinners
at a holiday resort as a saint among sinners:
Lord, Your blessings give
and she will surely delightfully live.
 
[Reference:  To A Sister Of An Enemy Of The Author Who Disapproved of The Playboy by J.M. Synge.]


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 august 2013

Sunflower (cavatina)

You follow the rising yellow hot sun,
that ball of fire,
since the very birth of passing time
as a desire
to be in reverent worship of it
while men aspire
to shine in a way and reach for the stars,
to break this world’s clasping retaining bars.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 august 2013

A tree (cavatina)

A tree that welcomes the summer sun,
the wind and rain
stands with its arms reaching into the sky,
it blooms again
during the new spring, in summer has fruit,
knows joy and pain
as it shadow and shelter stays each day
while some children and birds does in it play.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 august 2013

The first fig

From the very moment that it swells out
birds do gather,
watching somewhat keen at the ripening,
they do twitter
fly to and fro and in happiness
then eat it to the very skin.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 23 august 2013

How do I describe you?

How can I describe you,
your golden eyes that are constantly shining
that is at times hiding your thoughts
and the symmetry of your body,
 
the gleam that is caught in your hair
that falls soft as silk over your shoulders,
how your glance and expression sometimes catches me,
the intimate knowledge of your body,
 
the way that you walk graciously,
how you throw your hair over your shoulder,
how you draw your mouth at times,
how easily you start a conversation
 
and just far too many things come to me
and it’s as if in nothing I can jot you down,
as if my thoughts are only hanging in empty words
and you are in my heart, in my spirit and my head.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 23 august 2013

When I can call you my very own (English sonnet)

When I can call you my very own
may this feeling and principle last eternally
and to the world our love be known
with only happiness for you and me.
 
When we both know the depths of bliss
let it be constantly sweet
with something more in each single kiss
and may we each morning each other greet
 
as if we will forever remain
in love, in companionship, in joy
even in days of sorrow and pain,
as if nothing can destroy
 
our sincere feelings which are true,
and may I forever remain loving you.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 22 august 2013

Far too transitory daily life is (cavatina)

Far too transitory daily life is,
in nothingness
we try to find some kind of real meaning;
with willingness
to change, to love and then to really live;
in lastingness 
we try to outwit even oblivion
but our own lives do not go on and on.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 22 august 2013

Birth

To mere humans He gave power
that when in love they come together,
they do create just as Him
and together forge new life
and on every new creation day,
when for the first time a child cries
it is witness about Godly power
and we do become inundated with joy,
when we are bound to a child
and to each other with blood
while we also find part of ourselves
and we want to find and presume only the best,
when the world is different from what it has been
and everything becomes tangible real like flesh and grass.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 22 august 2013

Earthly existence

Stretched out is the veldt, free and wild
while time ticks of as if from infinity,
while like a god man looks at science
and reaches to self-destruction in mere audaciousness.


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