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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 30 may 2013

I saw the moon reflected on the lake (rondine)

I saw the moon reflected on the lake
many stars sparkled in the dark night sky
while far off fishing boats were passing by,
I saw it dancing on the ebbing wake
somewhat like a huge white shining cake
while a bright manmade light up high did fly,
I saw the moon
 
while we sat on bench from which paint did flake,
while stars glittered in your sparkling eye,
to find the right words, I did not have to try
as we kissed we both felt the earth shake;
I saw the moon…


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 29 may 2013

Winter night

Your icy fingers
try to creep in to the room
through the French windows
and I hear your voice cry
past the corner of the house
 
and outside you’re many eyes
glimmer bright in the sky
and even though you want to kiss me
with the golden beams that flow
from your fat mouthed moon,
 
I will wait until you pass bye
and the yellow white sun
returns to the sky
and until then
lie comfortable in bed instead.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 may 2013

Early winter

When later than usual
the sun sneaks out like a sniper,
then I do know that it is winter
while the iciness of the wind
pierces right through the bedding.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 may 2013

For the last time the night stretched out her cloak

For the last time the night stretched out her cloak,
as she did shake out the stars
to make them cover the whole heaven
and everywhere they were blue and white.
 
No star did lead any wise men
but when the morning star did appear at last
the baby boy was born
and his people saw him
 
while the lights burned in the large city
and manmade power
came sparking from tube-lights
when the boy was there in all of his beauty
 
and his people rejoiced, cried from pure joy,
while sirens screamed far off
and he rested in the arms of his mother
as a newcomer in this age.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 may 2013

Nature haiku’s

With some red kisses
the wildness sun flowers
while the winter flees
 
        *
 
At night I show you
small pieces of buckshot that gleam;
shot into the night
 
        *
 
The wilderness calls
next to the big concrete jungle
where some lights glitter
 
 
        *
 
At a small nozzle nest
a red weaver-bird parade;
the large sickle-bush flames.
 
        *
 
The black tar road steams
whizzing like a great morass
while a green frog croaks.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 may 2013

Maybe we would have acted different (cavatina)

Maybe we would have acted different
if we did know
quite how short our time together would be;
nothing could slow
the hands of destiny, the claims of death,
that made you go
to a place where cannot as yet follow,
as the greedy cold earth did you swallow.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 may 2013

Hand in hand (cavatina)

Hand in hand we walked through the city;
the market-place
had small stalls that sold almost anything.
On your sweet face,
the joy of living of sheer happiness
had some great grace
but today only emptiness do remain
and your untimely leaving brought great pain.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 23 may 2013

I marvel at your love for God and truth (cavatina)

I marvel at your love for God and truth,
your eyes that glow
with a kind of light that is pure and rare,
as if you know
things divine that are hidden to most men;
you do follow
the convictions of your heart with great care
with selfless love you lay reality bare.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 23 may 2013

A sheer loveliness was hers (cavatina sequence

A sheer loveliness was hers from her birth,
a kind of grace
that has been quite unknown for many years
was on her face,
some men became silent as she did pass,
some hearts did race
at her very sight, while she smiled bright,
was somewhat like a new pure kind of light.
 
The few words that she did choose had beauty
and her goodbyes
had promises of severe happiness;
pure as the skies,
her radiant smile was mine, I was lost in
her green-brown eyes;
she had changed all of my wanton ways,
with her laughing lingering loving days.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 22 may 2013

Chirping it landed in the rain (cavatina)

Chirping it landed in the rain, pecked,
left little prints
in the mud as it trampled here and there,
at bushy mints
it searched, meandered up and down
leaving small hints
that a tiny bird was coming quite near,
its joyful twittering song I did hear.


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