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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 january 2014

At birth

At birth we enter this world
from the great unknown
and make life our very own
as human beings with senses
of touch, hearing and seeing
 
and from being born we are on a sojourn
as travellers that feel and experience
the way that life is
and we do reach to each other in bliss
and true happiness
while we do work, play and laugh and cry
until the very day that we die.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 january 2014

Darling, when you were with me

Darling, when you were with me
we walked through the hillocks,
searched for small gazelle
as if we would find them
while continually we were happy
and at times it felt
as if we could catch the golden sun.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 10 january 2014

Infatuation

I remember your green-brown eyes
innocently finding mine,
how your mouth noticeable did twitch
and how totally blinded
I thought that you were an angel
and unaware of the church
for half an hour looked at you.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 9 january 2014

To me you are the most precious and beautiful women

To me you are the most precious and beautiful of women
someone that believes in me
while life comes daily with a new kind of omen
and although our love is how it ought to be
 
still I want to cherish you, and I want to do
the things that will make you happy
as all of my feelings are true
and you are someone really great to me.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 8 january 2014

There was a moment

There was a moment that I knew you are wonderful, my wife,
when you did treat me as if I am your very own
and in your heart there was much more than just pity
when you did trust me with your heart’s deepest secrets
but to every moment I do not want to cling
as in every other experience
there is a kind of deeper knowledge
as if days with greater promises will continue.
It’s as if I find something beautiful in everything of you
and there is greater value to even the most insignificant thing
as if everything makes a person more bonded and happy
and when at times you and I are lost like children
it’s as if greater and better things just wait to jump into each day
and life continually becomes better in the grace of God.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 january 2014

On love and making love

The act of love brings men and women to their delight
whereas the art of love burns
like a candle through the darkest night
and involves the mind, body and soul
and makes even broken people whole
 
and in a world where passions reign
and embodies the wonder of being alive
love does much more than making love contain
as at its heart lies a kind of sincerity
that binds and makes a person free,
 
that takes away the sin from sin
when with true love
mere men and women do begin
when making love is a mortal thing
and true love is a gift from the godly being.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 january 2014

Reckless you wait in my dreams

Reckless you wait in my dreams
with a pouting mouth
and at times I dream of us both
being together on holy ground
where the mere presence of God
does fathom love
but in life day and night interchanges
while love does bind us
with a kind of magic power.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 31 december 2013

In this stretched out country

In this stretched out country
many an Afrikaner is stranded
and we are all bound to the ground
to a place that at times wound us deadly
 
but daily we do still see the sun shine,
do notice how the late afternoon does disappear
and at night the stars glisten in their beauty
before the next sunny day.
 
Some people still live with integrity
in love, sadness and in joy
in a world where murder and robbery
 reach each one at a time,
where every silent word and deed do reach out far
 
and people also want a place in the sun,
want to rest in peace at night in their beds
but still every day is full of oppression and violence
and nobody is free of this.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 30 december 2013

The marketplace

Daily we live in the marketplace of the world
where almost everything is for sale
and there we do find
things for our daily well-being,
the food we eat,
the clothes we wear,
the houses wherein we do dwell,
the jobs that we do labour at,
places where we do keep fit,
people that help to keep us healthy,
education and our knowledge of things
that does exist,
religion and the way that we do understand God
and in the cinemas and on television
a kind of tinned-in quick-fix comfort
for the soul.
 
Even the bodies of people,
weapons of war,
war itself
and politics
and at times even the lives
of men as soldiers
are traded
in the world where we do live
 
but I do recall a time
where the omnipotent God
did dwell among men as a man,
did lash out with His tongue and a whip
and did trade His very life
for the lives of everyone
to pay the wages of sin.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 december 2013

Far too much I do miss you

Far too much I miss you and far too much
is the longing
as if my whole life and everything
do depend upon you.
How I am and what I can become
looses importance
when you are away and loneliness does come
and with your love I am still astounded.


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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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