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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 30 june 2014

When suddenly the thing called happiness is gone

When suddenly the thing called happiness is gone
and in the great old world we are all alone
then it’s hard to find any kind of peace of mind
and it’s as if we become the only one
 
that is facing any difficulty
and its as if the whole world
has turn to black and white and grey
and of the brilliant colours there are none
 
and when it feels even when we go on our knees to pray
that nothing does the power of destiny sway,
as if nothing is happening
and if it’s just another awful kind of day
 
then yet suffering, heartache and pain
although these feelings sometimes do remain
are full of counterparts
and the little things in life
comfort many troubled hearts
and even brings peace to times of strive
 
and then suddenly it’s with different eyes that we see
our own human fatality
and where and how we fit into the world
and all the small miracles that comes gratis and free
out of the hand of a loving and caring God.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 june 2014

Every day I find something new

Every day I find something new
in what people do or say
and every now and then
the world does ring
with something that is exciting
 
and sometimes your kiss
and your touch is just a touch and a kiss
but at other times its much more
than just a time of bliss
and at times means far too much
in the way that life is.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 june 2014

A poem for Zimbabwe

With know-how and trust
seeds sprout from the dust
and with the summer sun and rain
the fields are full of maize again
 
but with the skilled commercial farmer removed,
even if the land is loved
famine does come
to each and every home.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 june 2014

Many small miracles

Throughout life different places I have been,
various things I have seen
and although some days seemed odd
many little miracles came from the hand of God.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 june 2014

There are times that I pray (Italian sonnet)

There are times that I pray
for those that I love and know
and sometimes the words just flow
and at other times I have got nothing to say
 
and on every single day
God does His goodwill bestow
and with compassion my words do sometimes glow
or they are swept away
 
like leaves blown in the wind
and sometimes some thoughts do remain
when some problems to me are too much
but before I know it I do find
happiness instead of pain
when God do lives silently touch.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 june 2014

Things that are dear to me

The orange-red colour of the new morning,
the first blossoming flower of spring
and up in the big old oak tree
the chatter of little birds that sing,
 
the blue of the sky’s canopy,
the buzzing of bee after bee
from flower to flower
are things that are dear to me
 
and when life comes with thundershower after thundershower
and even the smallest problems do gigantic tower
like solid rocky hills of the hardest stone,
then there is still beauty in even the simplest flower
 
and when at times I am all-alone
and every friend is gone
then life seems far too much
until I hear you bright voice on the phone.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 20 june 2014

The starry night

(in answer to Anne Sexton)
 
With stars exploding above my head
the moon creeping
as a large yellow ball in to the heights
there is no sight
of the unseen serpent
striking at the light,
neither does it roar our with flaming breath,
nor do I see it causing any death,
only do I see the hand of God
in the intensity, the pleasure
of the sparkling shiny things
as a minutely small human being
against the enormity of it all.
 
[Reference: “The Starry Night” by Anne Sexton.]


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 20 june 2014

When that moment comes

When that moment suddenly comes beautifully
while you clothes fall at your feet
you slowly fold open like a pure white flower
and my life, my universe comes to a standstill
and I do not hear shots being fired far off outside
when energy and yearning quivers through us
and I become just more than an animal,
while your eyes shine and glitter like emery
and moments are full of what we are and want to be.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 20 june 2014

When the new world is unknown

Like every coloured leave
falling in the autumn
with trees standing skeleton
the days of each human being runs out
while time continually keeps going on,
when expectations and acts that are gambled away are lost
as opportunities that cannot come to reality
and when all hope and dreams at a time come to an end
and that which had been is eternally passed,
when even ability and knowledge
cannot change the new world
and everything just fades away into memory
of that which may have been
then the new world is unknown and full of fear


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 19 june 2014

To time (rubaiyat sonnet)

Without human control it moves on
and soon a day, a night, a week is gone
while no human science can make it pause;
or has capacity to turn time to stone.
 
By its own accord it ebbs and it flows,
if by divine providence it goes
through the ages of man into aeons
moving through times of happiness and woes.
 
Yet there may come a final end to it
when in the Master’s hand its passing fit,
when with Godly power He deems it to stop
and seconds going forward bit by bit
 
will in earthly dimension be no more,
when the planet turns to be like before.


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