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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 9 listopada 2012

Since the day that love came to your heart (Italian sonnet)

Since the day that love came to your heart
life feels as if it’s played out on a stage
in times of true happiness and rage
where you do act and I play my part
 
and although joy is sometimes a art
that is not understood in the modern age
where people are content to earn their daily wage
there is something more to our feelings from the very start
 
and yet never will these true feelings fade,
never will our love be only temperate
as there is much more to it
or only be of happiness a kind of shade
or last to only a sell by date
as daily it grows bit by bit.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 8 listopada 2012

How do I express my feelings?

How do I express my feelings
that runs so very deep,
when out of sight you are
in my daily wandering,
while our love is precious and pure?
 
When there is much more in the words:
“I love you”
than I can in any way express?
 
Maybe a mere gaze
at times says much more,
and maybe a single touch
has got a deeper meaning
 
but love is still more that this
in the way that it is.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 7 listopada 2012

How to paint a striking Rinkhals

Green knee high grass
paves, covers the veldt
 
making the snake’s hideout
its place from where it sails.
 
First observe the snake
sneaking from the grass
 
while it passes camouflaged
to the next shade
 
or lies turned over
as if dead, showing its stomach
 
enticing you to pass, or to come near
to investigate,
 
maybe you’ll see the stripes
ringing its neck
 
in colours of cream
or something near to white
 
or maybe you may not
when in terror astounded
 
to whoever looks
it flashes alive
 
like a lightning rod
with death sizzling out of its mouth
 
and if you can paint this
you have the essence of it,
 
making terror alive,
in a snake which looks placid
 
but which can spit and strike
carrying death as far as it goes.
 
 
[Rinkhals: Spitting African Cobra.]


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 7 listopada 2012

Indian minors

Deadly like ravens, are the ever pecking
Indian minors on the lawn
with yellow beaks, legs and feet,
camouflaged brown with sharp black eyes
ever inspecting, single-minded killing
all insects that they find,
walking around like soldiers
that landed from the air,
looking for the enemy
as if it can be anywhere.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 7 listopada 2012

The shark

Living in the blue deep,
without rest like, a machine without sleep,
it does cross the ocean unseen
and goes to places that no man has been
but it does create great fear
when on the crest of a wave it does appear
with deadly teeth shining
it becomes a terrifying thing


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 7 listopada 2012

The eagle

The pillars of its wings
are tremendously strong things
that pushes it up high into the sky
before it turns and glides with a scanning eye
while in its merciless talons lurks death
and in the time of a gasp of breath
lightning quick it does fall
and at first seems a speck and small
but in an instant becomes a deadly thing
that rushes in flying.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 listopada 2012

Tonight stars do twinkle (English sonnet)

Tonight stars do twinkle with their glowing light
while the wonders from God’s hand do shine
and some are dim and some are white and bright
as they display a power Godly and divine
 
and from the moment they did begin
every night they do find their way
as Godly beacons to a world of sin
until the very break of day
 
while constantly they do glow
and in the darkness do appear
as if some hidden purpose they do know,
as if to them constantly Godly power is near
 
as they are shining always sparkling
and to onlookers some wonder and joy they do bring


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 listopada 2012

The unseen presence of Him

The unseen presence of Him that created all
is constantly among us as we dwell in a world of sin
and He has been visiting like this from the very begin,
since the very day that Adam and Eve did fall
 
and as spring follows winter and summer moves in
all of nature rejoices in beautiful colours and fragrances
while daily insects, birds, flowers and trees enhances
the blessings that usually come unseen in the daily din.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 listopada 2012

Before everything

God Before everything, in the beginning
God did already exist and from nothing
he created, brought substance, brought forth life.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 listopada 2012

Sperm cells (Rondelet)

Slow they do swim
in the surging swell avoiding rocks,
slow they do swim;
maybe a little he or him,
a small girl with shining locks,
conceived in happy wedlock,
slow they do swim.


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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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