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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 july 2016

The gardener

The man must know that spring is almost here,
around him the garden is lovely,
and seedlings he is planting in rows
 
and his fruit trees run up to the top of the hillock.
At the break of day he is already in his orchard,
around him the garden is lovely,
 
where He is praising God for His blessings
and when he washes the mud from his hands,
at the break of day he is already in his orchard
 
and there is a realisation coming to his mind
and he is happy that all of this comes from his hands
and when he washes the mud from his hands,
 
he knows that God is more than just merciful
and his orchard goes as far as the eye can see
and he is happy that all of this comes from his hands
 
and its not as if he deserves this prosperity.
The man must know that spring is almost here
and his orchard goes as far as the eye can see
and seedlings he is planting in rows


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 5 july 2016

The old guitar (cavatina)

Without a song or sound it lays waiting,
gathering dust,
in the right hands it could sound quite lovely,
to sing it must,
songs of happiness and of some despair,
very unjust
life sometimes is; death brought the great silence,
that is now a lingering odd presence.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 4 july 2016

Dear Lord God

Omnipotent Father who are from evermore,
who knows the future as if it had happened before,
on whom the sands of time has no effect
let we pray to you with the respect
that belongs to a deity,
while you do set us from all life’s perils free
and daily in this evil world as we do dwell
let us each other of a father’s love tell.
 
Holy loving Son who did come to live upon this earth
astounded the universe was at your birth,
when you did begin your redemption plan
and the Prince of Peace became a mortal man
who paid with his life sin’s cruel cost
and salvation came to all sinners that were lost.
Your kind of love that is selfless is hard to comprehend
where you do love past any obstruction right to the end.
 
Great Spirit who hovered over the dark unknown deep
with matchless power you do the future keep
when in the hearts of men you do speak with love
and do a work that no one can remove,
let us remember in how our lives we do live
that you do countless blessings give
and when you do make us of our sins aware
let us follow our conscience and of our evil deeds beware.
 
Great Trinity that came to be by ways unknown
your presence in this world is shown
by nature’s beauty and the tender care
that is present everywhere
and when men do their own way go
may they of your presence know
and turn back to the righteous way
while they live in your loving care day by day.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 1 june 2016

Still life

She wears a kind of apron,
both of her hands are full of paint
where she is standing on the dark-red porch,
 
some shadows are burnt into the painting
and weeds bubble out at the steps,
both of her hands are full of paint
 
where she is observing it, does frown, and does drop the paintbrush.
She gazes at tables on a hobbling street
and weeds bubble out at the steps.
 
She does talk thought struck
but looks at Spanish building and a sea background,
she gazes at tables on a hobbling street
 
and later she moves around in the kitchen
and she has to serve some food
but she looks at Spanish building and a sea background
 
and she is scared that her husband is going to notice her newest painting.
She wears a kind of apron,
and she has to serve some food
where she is standing on the dark-red porch.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 30 may 2016

Two sides to everything (cavatina)

(after Judith Rodriguez)
 
Some devious fiends hold to the statement
that there’s two sides
to everything and to each viewpoint.
Some horror hides
in oppression in this very principle,
forcing to abide
as a true view sheer inhumanity,
anti-Semites killed millions gladly,
 
said they were only doing their duty,
and then to blame
they left a whole nation while they had fled,
in the great name
of patriotism, for the fatherland,
they brought great shame
and while they just meant extremely well,
they sent innocents straight to fiery hell.
 
[Reference: “How Come the Truck-loads?” by Judith Rodriguez.]


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 may 2016

I have missed my country

I have missed my country
and suddenly did land in another world
where everything is third worldly
and does fall apart and is backwards.
 
Before I could wipe my eyes
people are working in government offices
and they do believe that the day of tomorrow will come
to do the things that is necessary
 
with those that had been qualified
pensioned off early
so that everything is in a mad confusion
and I am lost on another planet. 


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 may 2016

The sardine run

Near autumn each year
shoals of spawning sardines gather
to travel from their living arias
(in the Southern and Western Cape)
along the hot waters of the Agulhas Current
moving inshore against the coastline
(up to about Durban)
before dispersing and travelling
back to their home waters.
 
Hungry gannets hover above the shoals
before diving from heights
of up to thirty meters
with wings half closed
piercing the water like arrowheads
 
gulping down fish
as fast as they can,
floating on the water in great numbers,
having lost the ability to fly.
squawking as if complaining
that they cannot eat anymore.
 
On the fringes of the shoals
huge numbers of sharks, stingray, kob,
skates, kingfish, tunny,
barracuda, snoek, tuna, and bonito lurk
in the warm water
but never going
right into the shoals
 
and ashore numerous anglers
are trying to catch game fish
all along the coastline
while the sardine run is on
 
and some people
gather buckets full of sardines
from the waves on the beach
if the fish dare it
too near to the shore.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 may 2016

He lies stretched out in the sun

He lies stretched out in the sun
in the area next to the rugby field
that is still wildly overgrown at places
where a game reserve had been at a time.
 
He is safely fenced in,
protected against homeowners,
even some schoolboys
that wants to throw rocks at him
 
and like a wild animal
his hiding place is in the thick grass,
in the thicket and trees around him
there are birds that gambol
and some are building their nests.
 
He watches them somewhat hidden and amused
and he looks with mistrust
at the young man
that notices and calls him.
 
Ignoring the human he washes himself further,
does stretch out contently in the sun
and he cannot decide if he wants to climb a tree
or do want to find his prey in the gutter,
 
where he watches the world with his cat eyes
which yellow-green
does regard everything around him
and where he lies stretched out
he is the king of his own region.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 may 2016

Africa

When I look to my own continent
there are only ruins of places
that at a time was glamorous and I struggle to fit in
the beautiful places where waterfalls does roar
and I see people who are ravaged by famine, war,
unrest and a population explosion,
people who die from pestilence,
who live totally immoral,
and wild animals do disappear into hungry stomachs,
while I am blinded by the sand
as if the desert is crawling
deeper and deeper into the continent
and the political majority does devour everything
until nothing is left for anybody.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 23 may 2016

There’s no other country

There’s no other country
where I have seen the same blue hue
in the sky, have experienced
the same notion of experiencing
something so pure.
 
There’s no other country
where day by day
I have experienced the sun
flying up in its arc
like a eagle on its wings
 
but then one morning
a series of gunshots awakes me
where my neighbour across the street
lies bleeding
 
with robbers racing away
with his stolen car, passing me in a blur
and I wonder if he is still living,
rushing over the road to try to help him.


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