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	Gert Strydom
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 stycznia 2013

Outside the wind did blow

Outside the wind did blow
while the first blossoms of spring did appear
and I could swear
that there was a whispering,
a kind of message from you
and the stars glittered like your eyes
as if they like you
were looking at me in love.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 stycznia 2013

While picking a rose

While picking a rose
you are for moments astonished
in wonder over the colour,
the beauty and the soft fragrance
but a small thorn catches you,
leaves a small dot of blood at your wrist
and you cut off some more roses
that you do arrange
and push into a vase in the front room
and while you are caught thought-struck
you look lovely, you do look wonderful.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 stycznia 2013

The shadows of the afternoon are drawing long lines

The shadows of the afternoon are drawing long lines,
against the hillock there are specs of red aloes
while the afternoon lingers, the sun descends,
and a neighbour takes his first sip of wine;
old ladies chatter softly at their back doors,
a woman peeps to the street through some curtains
and on the hot roof of a big old house
some cats are baking in the sun.
When another neighbour unpacks his briefcase
I do wonder if you are coming to visit,
while the dog snarls at the passing postman on his bicycle
and at twilight it’s still a great maybe,
while I am growing hunger
and am wondering if our relationship will last?

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 stycznia 2013

When darkness comes

A jackal is howling at the moon
while the eyes of some small animals gleam in the dark,
the wind moans around the corners of the house
and at times outside its just dark night
with long shadows falling on the wall,
and in a room only a single light is on
while an old man moans half-dazed
as he is busy enduring the pain of approaching death.
His face is white-pale and sweating,
time passes far too slowly, drags on hour after hour,
and portraits of some family patriots
peer into my eyes as if they do know some deep secrets
and I wonder where life is going
when the world changes, when time does move on.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 stycznia 2013

Migrating birds

Most of winter was stripped of life
but in thousands they do suddenly appear
when all of the blue sky is full of fluttering
with migrating birds gliding everywhere
as they come to rest on roofs and telephone lines
and you are surrounded by singing, twittering birds
pertly flapping down on porches
and from daybreak you can hear their calls
when in hordes in the garden skilfully they do peck at insects,
are peering from branches
while you still are shivering from the morning’s chill
and in the early twilight their chattering awakes you
as some peck on crumbs
and try to exist in a town or city.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 stycznia 2013

When waves sweep out and break

When waves sweep out and break,
are sucking on sea-grass trails
and do drag you along as if you are some animal
caught in the power of the great blue ocean
and in the quick sudden development
when horizon, sun and sky does divide
with breakers that break, cleave and spread open
there is something that penetrates your humanity
something about the vastness and potency of the sea
as it’s sucking, drawing and clings to you
when you do decide to swim out of it,
are aware of its pure power
and muscles are used to almost utmost effort
to cleave through water, to swim if you are still able to.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 stycznia 2013

You are present in each deep thought (Hymnal Octave)

You are present in each deep thought
in each new day that come,
our love was as if by God brought
to my heart’s peaceful home
after many battles were fought,
you bring hope and then some,
you bring faith as it ought
and everything wholesome.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 stycznia 2013

Your presence is a true delight (Common Measure Octave)

Your presence is a true delight,
just like the summer sun
where I am welcome at your door,
since our love has begun,
where you smile at my sight,
you are the only one
and where for true love I was poor
my need you did not shun.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 23 stycznia 2013

Epitaph of a tyrant

Perfection he was after
but in his paintings,
there was none of it
just the lines of a third rate artist

and the human spirit, the minds
the heart of man
he new better than most
and talked and talked
and when he spoke
he dazzled them

and when the corporal
suddenly outranked every general
as commander of them all
swift action did he take
to conquer the whole of Europe
to send a superior air force,
his battle tanks out in a quick strike
even to venture as far
as the depths of Russia

and he held every single Jewish person
accountable for all errors of the past,
killing most of them
including men, women, children and babies
thinking that he could build a empire
that could last and last
and the poetry he invented
was brute force, by the barrel of a gun
and any manner of death and then some
but as with all tyrants
his end did come
and with his own hand
he killed his dog, his wife and took his own life.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 23 stycznia 2013

During the years that I have lived in South Africa

During the years that I have lived
in South Africa
I have witnessed heroes and monsters
among both white and black men

I have seen men of integrity and spirit,
I have seen robbers and liars,
have witnessed the acts
of brutal selfish politicians,

have done my duty to my country
beyond the call of patriotism,
have served in the military when called upon,
have paid my taxes when due,

and like most other South African men
have been a mortal
caught up in turbulent times,
in a havoc of events

that threatened to destroy society,
that stripped away the way to earn a living
and although most people do not realise it
our country is on the brink of devestation,

with robberies, torture, killings and rape
going totally out of control,
with the police being either helpless,
or totally inadequate, not able to do their duty.

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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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