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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 maja 2013

In tribal dress some smiling girls pass me (cavatina)

In tribal dress some smiling girls pass me,
their bare breasts shake,
there is something natural in their gaze
like cats that wake
to the world around, predators moving;
a small keepsake
swing on a golden chain in the valley
of breasts, I am caught in the small alley
 
while in a throng they pass with sweet laughter,
captivating
like big prowling kittens they move along,
they are eating
me up with their huge gleaming dark brown eyes,
are debating,
are sneaking up with a wild innocence,
yet with a clear mature insistence 


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 maja 2013

On the street (cavatina)

Daily I see bearded men with turbans
around their heads
dressed in white cloaks, women carrying
their prayer beads
in some colourful saris while in rags
a beggar pleads
and we are worlds apart from each other,
in their views and life some do not bother
 
and I am dressed in shoes, pants and shirt,
always wearing
one of several costly suits to church
have anything,,
take a collar and tie to business
where I fit in
but are disregarding the poor old tramp
are viewing him as just another scamp.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 maja 2013

It was too dark to notice the flowers (cavatina)

It was too dark to notice the flowers
of early spring,
the stars were out in their bluest white blaze
they were shining,
moments were more intense in that black night,
doves were cooing
while your lips soft warm sweetly did find mine
the very moment was somehow divine.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 13 maja 2013

There is a new world between you and me

There is a new world between you and me
where we find something more than just love,
where we do forget all of the past pain and heartaches,
where we only know about how we feel now.
In a place far away from memories and the reminding
we do meet where love is not measured by possessions
and sometimes the misery of life gets hold of me
while deeper things are only waiting to unfold
and when I feel your breath soft against my cheek
and do look very deep into your eyes
then there is far more than only the heat of your body
and then I know of the impact of you words and actions
and I get a glance of how that world looks,
when I find the essence of love which no words can describe.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 13 maja 2013

There is a new world between you and me

There is a new world between you and me
where we find something more than just love,
where we do forget all of the past pain and heartaches,
where we only know about how we feel now.
In a place far away from memories and the reminding
we do meet where love is not measured by possessions
and sometimes the misery of life gets hold of me
while deeper things are only waiting to unfold
and when I feel your breath soft against my cheek
and do look very deep into your eyes
then there is far more than only the heat of your body
and then I know of the impact of you words and actions
and I get a glance of how that world looks,
when I find the essence of love which no words can describe.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 13 maja 2013

The light of day you are to me

The light of day you are to me
and sometimes to eternity
our love goes strong
as if together we do constantly belong
 
and I try to love as well as I can,
with the feelings of a man
as perfect as the Lord can let it be
even when we live in a world of inequity.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 13 maja 2013

I know that you love me true

Trust me; I know that you love me true
and I love you with everything in me
but God I love the very most
and whatever the cost
I only want to make you happy
even if I cannot promise you prosperity.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 9 maja 2013

Pigeons at dawn

People make extraordinary efforts
to catch the essence of life,
to be truly living
and some visit third-rate motel
and hotel rooms
where they undress to ravage each other,
some read, watch television
into the early hours
and some just stay up
always thinking
as if searching for their souls.
 
I took the steps down
of the old dilapidated building
of which the elevators
were all broken
and it was chilly
with grey concrete under my feet
 
and the shop at the nearest garage was open
twenty four seven,
where I bought a bread and a half and milk
while the first orange pink glow
was creeping over the eastern horizon
 
and the world was as if on hold 
and still waiting
for the bright sun before awaking,
with lights glowing yellow
in the rows of lamps in the street,
empty from cars and people
 
and it was a little cold in my shorts
but the doves in the park
at the art museum came down in droves,
landed cooing and bunched around me
pecking up hungry the bits
that I broke from the half loaf.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 9 maja 2013

The bird

We were walking in the park,
our little zoo of dogs and you and me.
 
One was splashing in the stream,
swimming like a huge black beaver,
 
the little one barked from the bank
as if encouraging and telling the others what to do,
 
one was sniffing the trees, looking for a spot
as if surprised at what she got,
 
one was looking out for other people
as if someone could suddenly draw a knife
 
and come challenging with it
staying aware as if guarding us
 
and then a bird came out of nowhere,
appeared in the air above me,
 
decided that my head
was a great place to rest
 
and at the last moment fluttered up
changing landing orders to that of flight.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 9 maja 2013

The bird

We were walking in the park,
our little zoo of dogs and you and me.
 
One was splashing in the stream,
swimming like a huge black beaver,
 
the little one barked from the bank
as if encouraging and telling the others what to do,
 
one was sniffing the trees, looking for a spot
as if surprised at what she got,
 
one was looking out for other people
as if someone could suddenly draw a knife
 
and come challenging with it
staying aware as if guarding us
 
and then a bird came out of nowhere,
appeared in the air above me,
 
decided that my head
was a great place to rest
 
and at the last moment fluttered up
changing landing orders to that of flight.


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Pozostałe wiersze: 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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