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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 13 czerwca 2012

Marilyn Monroe’s photo in blue (in answer to T.T. Cloete)

Boldly sits pretty Marilyn Monroe
but there is something more that this photo tells
than a pair of pants clinging in blue,
than only female attraction under a thin skin.
Stripped and very bare
the material and the silence scream
like her languishing life story,
with a painful lonely coldness.
More than her nakedness that comes from beneath
a person is totally astonished
and bowled over by her pain
and there is a kind of dark monstrosity
that hides beyond the mask of the actress,
of a heart that cannot cry itself out.

[Reference: “Marilyn Monroe foto in blou” (Marilyn Monroe’s photo in blue) by T.T. Cloete.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 czerwca 2012

Playing you act as if you want to flee away

Playing you act as if you want to flee away,
while you do entice me;
with your pretty perfect
summer dress
you skip flaunting
like a springbok
but run back into my arms again
and do fill all of my thoughts and sentences.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 czerwca 2012

When the sun rises and grows faint

The sunflowers know when the sun rises,
they follow the hot rays
that unfolds in the sky, that fall
on hills and valleys;
similar your presence, humanity draws me
and it’s as if
I am destined to you
when the sun rises and grows faint.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 czerwca 2012

When the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon

When the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon
I held you in an embrace,
while the moon did cling bright white to the heaven,
winking stars appeared in the night

and sweet we were blissful together
when you trusted me, with your body, spirit and soul.
When the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon
I held you in an embrace,

suddenly the evening star did disappear
while I held your hand in mine,
saw the glance in the depths of your eyes
and all the misunderstandings and pain were gone,
when the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 8 czerwca 2012

There is far too much disintegration (in answer to T.T. Cloete)

There is far too much disintegration,
ruination
that now occurs in our country
and much too scared
for the killing, raping and crime
we search for accessibility
to a place to also make a own life
while our humanity is being lost somewhere.

Far too many people being begrudged
the right of making a life while other stream in,
as foreigners who get citizenship,
while they are able to begin their lives,
while criminals reign supreme,
own gain
eats like a cancer on the government,
while we have to forget the better times.

Still we do believe in an almighty God
that holds His hand
over the destiny of nations, leaders;
in pain and mourning,
in suppression that circles out wider,
we still stay trusting
that a much better day still has got to come
and lie all of our cares only on Him.

[Reference: “Behoefte aan ongunstige weers- en ander omstandighede” (Need for unfavourable weather and other circumstances) by T.T. Cloete]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 8 czerwca 2012

Everyone wants a home

Everyone wants a home,
a place of rest and tranquillity,
to lay down a tired body in the evening,
where there is only peace and love,
everyone searches for somewhere to come back to,
for a place in the whole universe,
as a small piece of property
where no shadows fall.
Everyone searches for a piece of sun
that always burns in the blue sky
and if we could
for the hand of a darling
and far too quickly our days pass
until all things at a time ends.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 8 czerwca 2012

Psalm-poem (in answer to Cornelius van der Merwe)

Lord You who are the eternal shepherd
notice the evil things in our country,
how cars are being stolen, are hijacked,
how some malignant men rape women,

how they do not regard any of Your laws,
how they have already tortured and killed
thousands of people in anger
and where we have already lost hope
I ask that You lead us further,
through the valley of death intact,

where Your body is the temple
that had been raised again in three days
my eyes are still drawn to You
and I ask that You reach out Your hand,

to cover every house, every property and farm
from these wicked people
(even everyone else that serves You)
with the power of Your mighty angels to protect,
that You draw Your impenetrable laager around us all
who stand faithful on our knees before You.

[Reference: “Psalmdig” (Psalm-poem) by Cornelius van der Merwe.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 8 czerwca 2012

Engelbrecht decides on an assassination attempt (in answer to Johan van Wyk)

Engelbrecht decides on an assassination attempt,
to peep through the sight of a .308 hunting rifle
at the new black President
and some of his best friends are sworn to silence.

With a violin-case in his hand
he visits the hotel
just beyond the Union Buildings;
about the wind direction and line of sight he has to be sure.

Through the telescopic sight he sees a whole crowd waiting
and he pushes a dum-dum round into the barrel,
open the window much wider
while he watches the scene beneath him.

One of his friends speaks far too much
and more information
are forced from him with shocking apparatus
while the secret police makes him talk.

When the security police enter the hotel
a shot somewhere above them is being fired
and they are surprised,
as the President has not yet arrived at the Union Buildings

and they find Engelbrecht with his head
blown from his body
with a note covered in blood
that tells them

to go to hell
and he says that he has departed to another country
where Afrikaners have got rights
and although he is standing guilty before the throne of God,
He will understand on the other side.

[Reference: “Staatsgreep” (Coup d’etat) by Johan van Wyk.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 czerwca 2012

Himalayan Balsam (cavatina)

(after Anne Stevenson)

Quite indolent somewhat like purple orchids;
a rich fragrance
comes as they do a nice fruity scent spill;
they draw a glance
as they hang jointed, course and delicate,
like a romance
that comes with a sudden kind of whiff
changing to certainty from just an if.

[Reference: “Himalayan Balsam” by Anne Stevenson.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 czerwca 2012

Daffodils (cavatina)

Somewhat solitary some flowers grew in
a little knot,
looking gay and they were ever changing,
I found a lot,
they did toss, did in the stormy wind reel
where other sorts rot,
they grew to a kind of sheer perfection,
glorious waving in each direction.

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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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