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	Gert Strydom
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Gert Strydom, 26 marca 2012

Odysseus and Calypso

When he looked at Calypso, while she enticed him,
when the fire in her loins folded around him
he trusted his own humanity to her,
if he denied this he would be lying
that she did not block away Penelope
when together they called out, while she did cling to him
and her eyes were bluer than cobalt,
away from her his life was caged
but more intense than passionate fires
the longing of his wife, child and land
burnt in the depths of his heart
and for days long and many hours
to her shock he stared out over the distant ocean,
wishing to sail to his people.

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Gert Strydom, 23 marca 2012

On a wet day (Than-Bauk)

On a wet day
a small stray cat,
did play with me.

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Gert Strydom, 23 marca 2012

Her hair was gold (Than-Bauk)

Her hair was gold,
her hand cold, slim,
I bold they say.

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Gert Strydom, 23 marca 2012

Turn off the lights (Than-Bauk)

Turn off the lights,
let dark nights bring
us sights of love.

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Gert Strydom, 22 marca 2012

Water (Acrostic)

Water is my favourite drink,
At times the best thing to quench a thirst
That comes to me suddenly,
Even though it’s abundantly available
Refined, pure specimens are sold in shops.

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Gert Strydom, 22 marca 2012

Rain (lanterne)

down
rain splash
in drops that
splatter as they
fall

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Gert Strydom, 22 marca 2012

Criminal activity (Droighneach)

At a time a man constantly contributed
when crime was a kind of supreme solution,
as money was resolved to redistributed
funnily their was not any kind of inclusion

in the plans as he was really reassigned,
while scans of prints made a hot headline,
powers were to be redesigned, recombined
while showers did them continually confine.

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Gert Strydom, 21 marca 2012

The day little Jessica ran away (terzanelle)

The day little Jessica ran away
she took the Greyhound heading for the beach
the sun was shining all day,

wanting to live totally out of reach
she had lost her boyfriend, saw him kissing another girl once
she took the Greyhound heading for the beach

while she wanted to cry, to hiss and pounce
as they drove past the church before she was gone
she had lost her boyfriend; saw him kissing another girl once

and the bus drove out of town on and on
past some farm boys on horses in the field,
as they drove past the church before she was gone

Jessica was hurt and did not want to yield,
Jessica was waving them goodbye,
past some farm boys on horses in the field

and she saw the sun yellow in a cobalt blue sky.
The day little Jessica ran away,
Jessica was waving them goodbye,
the sun was shining all day.

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Gert Strydom, 21 marca 2012

Fishing for carp (hybridanelle)

Fishing for carp, with a six-pack cooling in the river
and the ringhals till now with eyes brown and unaware
something makes a sound, a movement making you shiver

when on your right a banded spitting cobra appears
with the woman leaving to prepare sausage
when it immediately rears

and girly is ready with the food, ready to deliver
and it gives her a great scare.
Fishing for carp, with a six-pack cooling in the river

and in your mind you are crunching gears
and you wish for her to be anywhere, but right there,
with the woman leaving to prepare sausage

and you are angry at the old deceiver
while she brings a tray full of goodies with loving care,
something makes a sound, a movement making you shiver

luckily she freezes behind you somewhere
and the snake only half alert senses something testing the air
and you wish for her to be anywhere, but right there,

and a nearby tree looks like a quiver
and you are looking for a kind of snare.
Fishing for carp, with a six-pack cooling in the river

and this is now a dangerous affair
and using the rod in your hands you slam with all your might,
and the snake only half alert senses something testing the air

slamming down on the snake like with golf driver
and this is it, you have had your share of luck, but still you dare,
something makes a sound, a movement making you shiver

she screams in fright, while you slam to your right
with your rod whistling
and using the rod in your hands you slam with all your might,

and the water shines like silver
and you cuddle her and there’s a smile that you share.
Fishing for carp, with a six-pack cooling in the river
something makes a sound, a movement making you shiver

and you think: not again that spitting thing with its deadly sting,
when on your right a banded spitting cobra appears,
with your rod whistling
when it immediately rears.

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Gert Strydom, 21 marca 2012

Thundering on (cavatina sequence)

(after Thom Gunn)

A far off hum breaks the noon time silence,
rumbling thunder
of a manmade kind draws near, grazing cows
pause in wonder,
swallows, some in wheeling flight,
nesting under
a highway bridge swish about in some fear,
as some oncoming danger they do hear.

Men and women sit astride motorbikes,
with legs touching,
in almost a solemn intimate ritual,
everything,
even their black helmets, leather jackets,
is vibrating
to the essence of acceleration
of being in powerful forward motion.

With each other they are most intimate
and personal
as in unison they drive, they throttle on;
impersonal
beyond black visors, jackets, pants and boots;
emotional
they act, are a sheer force riding robust,
their uniforms are covered with dust.

There is some great joy, a sense of freedom;
the wind and sun
are tugging at the very centre soul,
with unknown fun
as they past in perfect control of speed;
as they are one,
with nature in a sudden kind of bliss
that some view as being utter reckless

Man, woman on roaring machines against
gravitation
becomes something more than mere human
intimation,
they are together travelling to their
destination,
next to the road the cows graze at the fence,
the swallows chirp after the inference.

[Reference: “On the Move” by Thom Gunn.]