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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 9 maja 2013

Vulture calls

Who killed all of these
these carcasses of elephants,
buffalo and almost every wild gazelle
vulture calls to its mates

and descending, in a dark swarm
of feathers and wings
the pecking begins.

In the distance man drives off
with his implements of war
with military trucks laden with loot,
Who killed all of these
these carcasses of elephants,
buffalo and almost every wild gazelle
vulture calls to its mates

and descending, in a dark swarm
of feathers and wings
the pecking begins.

In the distance man drives off
with his implements of war
with military trucks laden with loot,

with ivory, meat, skins stacked
without a care
to the consequences of his deeds
and happily vulture feeds.

with ivory, meat, skins stacked
without a care
to the consequences of his deeds
and happily vulture feeds.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 9 maja 2013

Vulture calls

Who killed all of these
these carcasses of elephants,
buffalo and almost every wild gazelle
vulture calls to its mates

and descending, in a dark swarm
of feathers and wings
the pecking begins.

In the distance man drives off
with his implements of war
with military trucks laden with loot,
Who killed all of these
these carcasses of elephants,
buffalo and almost every wild gazelle
vulture calls to its mates

and descending, in a dark swarm
of feathers and wings
the pecking begins.

In the distance man drives off
with his implements of war
with military trucks laden with loot,

with ivory, meat, skins stacked
without a care
to the consequences of his deeds
and happily vulture feeds.

with ivory, meat, skins stacked
without a care
to the consequences of his deeds
and happily vulture feeds.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 7 maja 2013

Now I do wonder where everything is going

Each of my forefathers stood their man
and in the evening with a Bible they sat around a table,
from the dark early hours they did already farm
and they stayed trusting the heavenly Father.

Now I do wonder where everything is going
while I dig in my own small garden,
while with sunny eyes my wife watches me
and wavering I do try and cling to the hand of God.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 7 maja 2013

Far too many enemies were coffined (Catena Rondo)

Far too many enemies were coffined in
battle tanks, armoured cars shot out
and in the roar I could not hear myself shout;
far too many enemies were coffined in

battle tanks, armoured cars shot out,
far too many enemies were coffined in
the endless din, in walls of steel and tin;
battle tanks, armoured cars shot out.

Far too many enemies were coffined in
battle tanks, armoured cars shot out
and in the roar I could not hear myself shout;
far too many enemies were coffined in.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 7 maja 2013

A news editor do not pray for good things

A news editor do not pray for good things
as misfortune, terrible things are headline news.
An unusual sudden flood, a tornado that destroys,
people dying gruesome somewhere else
draws readers and more and more newspapers are sold.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 maja 2013

Never do our feelings seem to abate

Never do our feelings seem to abate
and even summer at its prime
at times against our passion seems temperate
and yet they may grow more intense in time
as between us nothing is just moderate
and the intensity seems like a sin or a crime
while daily we do grow more affectionate.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 maja 2013

Never do our feelings seem to abate

Never do our feelings seem to abate
and even summer at its prime
at times against our passion seems temperate
and yet they may grow more intense in time
as between us nothing is just moderate
and the intensity seems like a sin or a crime
while daily we do grow more affectionate.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 maja 2013

Our intimate joy (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain)

Our intimate joy, the great tenderness
has something much deeper than just gratefulness
and in every touch when were are in bliss
it’s as if we are truly one in each caress.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 3 maja 2013

Painting

I see how a fairy
under your slim fingers
gets a face, a own life
and it’s as if she comes alive
do want to tell something
to the whole wide world in water colours
and when her eyes follow me somewhat examining
I do wonder why up to know
she had been hidden somewhere?

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 3 maja 2013

When the past day does still linger in thoughts

It’s as if the darkness
walks over the twilight abyss
with a blackness that totally removes sight
before the first stars appear slowly
and outside something rustles in the grass
when the past day does still linger in thoughts.

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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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