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	Gert Strydom
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Gert Strydom, 5 kwietnia 2012

Flowering (Ae freslighe)

Flowering trees stand shaking
as in their branches birds play,
in the morn I am waking
to a sunny kind of day.

It is during times of spring
in nature, I want to stay
to see the flowers rising
before the sun sneaks away.

The blooming does love display;
in this time there is something
that takes all your cares away
when all blossoms are flowering.

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Gert Strydom, 3 kwietnia 2012

Little Harry (A cautionary tale)

Little Harry grew up to be a businessman,
one of those that make a profit in any way they can
and from the days of his youth
he was wheeling and dealing without a regard for truth.

At times he laughed with a sudden kind of glee
about other people’s infirmity,
their trust and weakness of the mind
that helped him to play on them havoc of a certain kind.

Every afternoon at the close of day
he took his earnings, his shady profits away
and he would go out to dance
to find a girl with whom to romance

until the early morning light,
but at a time he became known as a predator of the night
as in relationships he treated girls just the same
as his customers and to him love, was just another game

and so it came to be with time passing on
that all the sweet girls, all his companions were gone
and with money he had to pay for love and attention
for the kind of women that sincere men do not mention.

Loneliness was something that he could not face
and life went on at its same old pace
but suddenly a solution came to him
to buy a Russian bride, someone beautiful, full of grace and trim,

to marry her and like a princess
he would treat her and his life would be without distress
while at his whims she would act,
almost like a slave without being able to go back

and off to Moscow he went
with one task hell-bent
and there he did pick and choose a lovely woman,
who would be desired by every other man.

Together homewards they travelled
but from the start their relationship shrivelled,
while he introduced her to every other Harry and his mate,
with her dined out and went to the movies until late,

for at times he treated her as just another bought thing,
and if his wishes were not met, his words did sting
and on his wedding day,
she left him; to a new true lover she went away.

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Gert Strydom, 3 kwietnia 2012

Against the dark blue of irises the sky has but a pale hue (Persian quatrain)

(After C. Louis Leipoldt)

Against the dark blue of irises the sky has but a pale hue
in times of war blood flows to the earth as it is due
and the pain and suffering that sacrifice brings
is quite dim against that left by words that are untrue.

[Reference: “Teen die blou van jakarandas is die blou van die lug maar bleek” (Against the blue of jacarandas the blue of the sky is bleak) by C. Louis Leipoldt.]

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Gert Strydom, 3 kwietnia 2012

Asymmetry

Nothing torments
like a traffic jam on a freeway
with all lanes coming jam-packed
to a sudden halt,
big trucks grinding down gears
with swaying wagons as they brake,
the idiot on crack cocaine
that tries to overtake being trapped
by oncoming traffic
and then tries to swerve in
where there is no space
and out of the blue
very important persons arrive
and are being escorted in a convoy
which manages to past
with flashing police lights
while you are stuck.

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Gert Strydom, 2 kwietnia 2012

When I see the wings of the darkness falling

When I see the wings of the darkness falling
with the last shadow flapping down,
while the light flees before the darkness of night
I want to feel you glance on me for moments

with you let the cool evening breeze wash over me,
experience the sunshine of your laughter,
know your love and each word,
every deed is only meant for me.

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Gert Strydom, 2 kwietnia 2012

In the darkness I got up

(after Breyten Breytenbach)

In the darkness I got up
saw you in the rays of the moon
while the gulls was screeching endlessly outside
with some flying to the endless ocean

and the yesterdays disappeared with every morning,
night fled away before each day’s sunshine
with our being together
that came as a kind of healing for any previous pain

and on the far road that we have been travelling on
things were now wide and open,
while I read true love in your eyes,
healing for every fear and endless hope,

we went pass every horizon
with days going on and on
and your dreams also became mine
while nothing could hinder us

with the milk white beaches that stretched out around us
you told me your deepest secrets,
your tongue braided intimately around mine,
continuously we courted each other

while my verses went through to your depths,
each new morning brought hope and more love
that captured us again with each other,
with joy that we found in the smallest thing

while the sea threw out shells endlessly on the beaches,
the wind and sea everywhere scattered sand
it felt if every day was summer,
you were suntanned, far past being only lovely.

[Reference: “the cup of words” by Breyten Breytenbach.]

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Gert Strydom, 2 kwietnia 2012

Your smile, your touch, your glance (cavatina)

Your smile, your touch, your glance flowers in a
eternal spring,
there is a kind of radiance that comes
to everything;
constantly a hidden, holy, message
keeps whispering
while great joy you bring with your own presence,
to my life you are bringing the essence.

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Gert Strydom, 30 marca 2012

He makes the things between us to be true (Collins Sestets)

I am set to love God more than anybody
His principles, character lives in me
the very essence of love is such
that one cannot love a person overmuch,
He makes the things between us to be true
which brings His love to that in me and you.

My joys are many, my sorrows are few
and every day with you is something new
while to me you are much more than a friend
the depth of our feelings is without end,
He makes the things between us to be true
which brings His love to that in me and you.

Daily I only want to love you more,
being together with you that I adore
with you small hand in mine on life’s pathway
while we constantly head to the new day,
He makes the things between us to be true
which brings His love to that in me and you.

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Gert Strydom, 30 marca 2012

At times it might look (in answer to W. B. Yeats)

At times it might look and feel if the young
are truly living, are really happy,
as if to them the whole world does belong
in their bliss, even in iniquity;

some call ageing trifling, even paltry,
but in the eyes of the honest true love,
age brings a kind of great maturity
and nothing can the loveliness remove

which in each word and deed selfless express
the greatest kind of sheer loving kindness
when a heart does unwavering love possess
and love has a own unique blindness

that does overreach everything else,
a deep thing about which any poet tells.

[Reference: “Sailing to Byzantium” by W.B. Yeats.]

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Gert Strydom, 30 marca 2012

Forever (cavatina sequence)

Forever in and out the waves roll on,
poplars quiver
as the breeze time and again rushes through them,
the small river
is slowly flowing twisting to the sea
birds deliver
worms, seed and fruit chirping to new hatchlings,
cheerful they sing and fly and slap their wings.

It feels as if all the time in the world
we still have got
when you give me a small token as a
forget-me-not;
time suddenly gets wings and I love you
more than a lot;
the sun rises and again it does descend
while all of life feels as it has no end.