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	Gert Strydom
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 17 sierpnia 2012

In the words of God

In the words of God that are written forever
there are promises
and that book has got a type of bright light,
it is full of Godly vows
that always satisfies all of my needs
and it is not devoured by either moths or rust,
for all my sins He carries all of the costs,
there is nothing that can destroy His words,
His great loves stays selfless and sincere,
every omen is absent from what He says.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 17 sierpnia 2012

Daily You protect

Daily You protect, You are our defence,
daily Your almighty hand is stretched out
as Your love surrounds us selflessly, Lord,
although at times we are covered by sin
still You draw the lines of our lives much wider
as You have paid the ultimate price,
and You are with us at every dangerous place
as we wait on You to come and fetch us,
You can stop all pain and darkness
and all of nature sings to Your glory.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 sierpnia 2012

This summer has grown old

This summer has grown old
when I suddenly found you,
when your eyes looked deep into my heart,
soft like those of a child
and now we are exclusive;
outside the autumn wind is blowing
thoughtless without a motive
as desires wants to devour us.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 sierpnia 2012

Your beauty is no secret

Your beauty is no secret
that somebody can brush aside
you have sympathy with car guards
who do protect properties,
the need of hungry children
you want to touch;
sometimes you deny that you are pretty,
but everyone notices it.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 sierpnia 2012

In the vastness of the desert

In the vastness of the desert
the landscape disappears in the distance,
while the sun roasts everything,
while continually its shines bright and mercilessly.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 sierpnia 2012

When the southeaster really starts to blow

When the southeaster really starts to blow and jerk,
then white horses gallop down in the bay,
then bricks and oak trees are plucked out
when even big ships are tossed to and thro
and pine branches swing up and down,
when doves hide beneath roofs for the rain
and the people of Cape Town have barbeques in their homes,
when it feels as if the cold wants to turn you to stone,
as if the whole of nature is suddenly crying
and then I want to go to somewhere else.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 sierpnia 2012

Early in the morning when the sun just appears

Early in the morning
when the sun just appears over the hillocks,
when the guinea fowl call from the field,
then I see him
with his crooked walking stick chewing biltong
and the morning is dumb,
pure like an angel is his company;
before he disappears between the green maize stalks.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 sierpnia 2012

I love you with the feelings

I love you with the feelings,
the silent power
that comes from the depths
of the heart of a man

and although you life beyond the horizon,
in a world that is miles away,
thoughts bring you at times
to here close to me.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 sierpnia 2012

I have loved you (Strambotto Romagnuolo)

I have loved you during each summer’s day,
though age now comes with years far too suddenly
nothing existing can take our feelings away;
in the times of hardship you have been friendly,
have brought light and brightness to every shade,
your beauty comes from the heart and will not fade
its great power springs from love that does not decay;
in winter your smile is like a summer’s day

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 13 sierpnia 2012

Diving board

A stairway wounds up to a springy height
where my body reaches high against the blue sky,
the pool’s is small against my eye,
where I stand in contemplation

while gravity binds with balance
but with a exceeding kind of rocking
before highly sprung power has to sway
when I bounce up and down in movement

and suddenly become a projectile that launches
powerful from up high
with a planned, calculated arch
and I am cleaving the air in a single moment

and when I dry myself a bit later,
I want to aspire to for better attempt.

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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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