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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 17 października 2012

Lord touch our eyes to see

Lord touch our eyes to see
in every plant the flower
that it brings,

in winter the rest
before the spring
that is coming,

in steely grey clouds
the rain that quenches
the thirst of everything living

and beyond all of this
to know from where
all good things come

and that unseen
Your servants dwell
among men ever helping,
protecting and spreading Your love.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 17 października 2012

From the very creation (English sonnet)

From the very creation as a answer to all men
God was present on each day
sheltering us against each omen
while moving in His secret way

and now in this age He is present still
and unseen He does His works perform
and with a unknown mysterious skill
He constantly shelters against destiny’s storm

and whatever road we do take,
even if we do head to a life of dread,
His miracles He does make
as He constantly walks ahead

and in our greatest incompetence
still merciful is His love and providence.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 17 października 2012

Dear Lord

Dear Lord, even if my destruction is due
I still do come on my knees to you
and do beg for grace and mercy,
to make my life and my heart knew.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 października 2012

When early in the morning you smile

When early in the morning you smile at me
there are parts of eternity that shatters
in into my life,

and I see a new day beginning
with I share in part with you,
when moments linger for a long time

as if a wonderful day
stretches into eternity
and sometimes I do wonder

why my life was for so long
empty of you?

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 października 2012

Ti amo

When all rhetoric is gone,
when all of my words
loose their meaning,
even when my poems are gone
then only the glance
my eyes remain
that says how much I love you

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 października 2012

If I had my way (parody)

(with apologies to Roger Woddis)

If I had my way with communist men
I’d bath them all in oil,
I’d fill a pot full of tea with every vitamin
and make it boil
and serve it to every terrorist
even those that shelter him
and if I were a moralist
I would anoint every limb.

Fanatics are a civil-breed in great need
who dependent men gather for fun;
who beg them until they bleed,
yes, every single one, every daughter and son
and they probably go abroad
to do the things they are at,
but instead I love my cat
and not like that.

For we should love the human mind
as wisdom lead us to,
and those that don’t are probably blind
or somewhere behind
and cannot see either black or blue;
who probably eat and do not pay the bill
and listen to the restaurant’s proprietor shriek
and beg, rant and demand until
they pay the other week or he turn the cheek.

[Reference: “Down With Fanatics!” By Roger Woddis.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 października 2012

At a prize giving speech

The words of an inspector became meaningless
as if he was all along talking rubbish and turned clueless
when he heard the music teacher fart
and without excuse had a attack of the heart
and his droll stories couldn’t amuse or bless, became nothingness.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 października 2012

Many professionals

Many professionals and people in the middle class
wait for their days to pass
to go under cover of the night
to live their lives over, to get their delight
at home where there’s nothing that harass.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 października 2012

On a sunny hot summer day (English sonnet)

On a sunny hot summer day
your cheeks did in rosebuds glow
the last blossoms of spring was swept away
and fruit trees did their bounty show

a mere glance was full of romance
and a warm light was in your golden eyes,
a simple brilliant smile did your face enhance
and I knew that true beauty lies

hidden deep in the heart, that in you
I have found someone that is really kind
and that whatever I say or do
somehow my presence fills your mind

while my heart does in yours dwell
which does in kindness and love excel.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 10 października 2012

She walks with a kind of innocence (Novelinee)

(after Lord George Gordon Byron)

The soft glowing radiance of her face
with hair tumbling down in a auburn tress
brings to her a unnamed kind of grace,
her thoughts do only loveliness express
as she walks with a kind of innocence
and when I meet the glance of her dear eyes
in them I can find no kind of offence,
any self-centeredness, her expressions denies,
they twinkle like the sun, like starry skies.

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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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