Gert Strydom, 17 stycznia 2013
To have you
laying under me with green-brown eyes
that looks straight through me,
to be surrounded by your arms
and to be part of who and what you are,
to feel you move beneath me,
to feel the gasping of your breath
against my cheeks
and to pour my seed in you,
to tumble into your depths,
when the smell of a new beginning
hangs like rain around us;
to occupy you bit by bit
without pretence
to experience only pure passion
when your breast move up and down
causes this world to disappear
bit by bit
as if we are occupying a own kind of paradise
and when you lie nonchalant against me
with your eyes changing colour
to more green than brown,
then I know how intense I do love you
while I read the smile
that threatens to fold around your lips.
Gert Strydom, 17 stycznia 2013
(after Robert Browning, for Minette)
Many people knew you well,
but not one of them as free,
as in the way that you were to me
and all your achievements they do tell
but even after death they are under your spell
and they a gracious beautiful lady see
while I am struck down by iniquity
and am wondering about heaven and hell
while watery my eyes go
and spiritless you lie at final rest
while I am deadly pale
and uncontrollable now my tears flow
while to me life is just a long continual test
in which we all struggle to prevail.
[Reference: “Sonnet: “Eyes calm beside thee (Lady, could’st thou know!)” by Robert Browning.]
Gert Strydom, 16 stycznia 2013
Here I want to thank the black government
for their type of freedom that circles out wider,
from a job I have been affirmed and are free from it
and it is not very long
that I am again aware about this freedom thing,
when black robbers drive around in both my cars.
Before I can wipe out my eyes the police visit me
while they wander around in my house
without a invitation, or even a warrant
where they set me free of my pellet guns,
my stainless steel Colt .45 signature model pistol
and ELG shotgun without laying a charge.
I have to deal with freedom again
when black people cheer in the street
about the soccer world cup,
jumping up and down everywhere around me
while they sing, they assure me of freedom,
but my cellular phone disappears
and the felon that has it is also very happy.
At home a stranger rushes upon me
while he points a firearm at my head
to rob me from my possessions,
to set me free from my property
and probably spits AIDS into my face,
says he was promised a land of milk and honey
and if you think that here I am only joking
you do not get the real meaning of this poem,
as these things did really happen
and still I am facing this kind of freedom.
Gert Strydom, 16 stycznia 2013
Just beyond Gordon’s Bay
where arum-lilies bloom
I had dropped her,
and look with wonder for a moment at nature
but she walked back into my arms again.
Gert Strydom, 16 stycznia 2013
When he wakes up at first light
without a movement he looks at her
in her peaceful sleep
where she is right against him
but away in thoughts and existence.
He is much too scared to move,
scared that she might awake
before the right time
and then suddenly she opens her eyes
and he fills her gaze,
as she draws him to the heat of her body.
Gert Strydom, 15 stycznia 2013
In space beyond the terrestrial atmosphere
the sun endlessly opens its furnace doors
and at times sends heat more intense
which the naked eye can hardly trace
and the moon at times is romantic yellow,
sometimes more chilly white
or white with a blue hue
or with a solace, copper red
before it turns black
with only the photosphere
shining like a diamond ring
and in the evening breeze
the stars buds out, flickering
like fruit on a gigantic tree
but to me, you are brighter than the sun
shining at full blast,
more magical than the charming moon,
your eyes out glowing any stars
and the feelings that you evoke
words can hardly comprehend
even if every last one is spend.
Gert Strydom, 15 stycznia 2013
With every few steps that the Man takes
nature walks with Him
as if it’s a part of Him
while every piece of grass, leave and flower
is dedicated to Him,
under His gaze some of the most beautiful flowers
open their cups and it’s as if some
are flowering and sprouting only for Him
and while He walks on
there is power and new hope
and small animals are following Him
as if they want to kiss His feet
and He is aware
of the smallest thing around Him.
Gert Strydom, 15 stycznia 2013
Early morning, even before sunrise
I hear the birds sing, some of them cry
or sit chattering
feeding in the berry-trees
while in the distance neighbours
open gates, talk and greet, drive off in cars
with lights sneaking past
and dogs barking their goodbyes.
A little later the black-collard barbet
or some green weavers
knock on my windowpanes
seeing themselves mirrored
while the sun throws
pink, orange and orange-red rays
and the freshness of the new day
breezes in through the open window.
In time the heavy curtains will become light
and the darkness in the room
will be disappearing turning to its own dusk
and outside the day will be bright
fulfilling the promise of a new day.
Gert Strydom, 14 stycznia 2013
When you lie in my arms
it’s as if you bring spring
into our bedroom.
There are doves, weavers
and sparrows outside
that gambols and sings.
Beautiful woman, when you
trust me with you body and soul
it’s as if the whole earth
encloses us in a paradise, in a spring garden.
Gert Strydom, 14 stycznia 2013
When I see stars twinkling in your eyes,
when you want to lie as a puzzle with me
I will even abandon fame and fortune
if you want me at your side
but your whispered words
at times fly past me.
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