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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 lutego 2012

A spoilt rich woman (tyburn)

Pretty
witty
petty
slutty
smiling face, pretty, witty disgrace;
petty, slutty to the human race.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 lutego 2012

Life (fibonacci)

Life
is
like maths
when people find
themselves common as
points bearing meaning in a plane.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 lutego 2012

Into the depths of you I fall (quintella)

The small candle flickers on the wall
while shadows make us somewhat tall
your eyes gleam shining in the night,
outside it is golden moonlight,
into the depths of you I fall.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 lutego 2012

Duikers (cavatina)

There paths go crooked through the veldt and bush,
they graze on grass,
cropping some of the leaves of smaller trees
before they pass,
at first sight of man plunge into cover;
hunters harass
them in attacking, native groups at night
with some big spotlights that are very bright.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 lutego 2012

Kimo’s about nature in the city

The thunder branches, crackling down blue-white,
on the inner eye the power
of God is lingering.

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At the old pond each raindrop circles out wide
before a fish gleaming gold
brake through the calm surface

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With the first cold rain shower that is falling
steam hisses in snow white clouds
reaching up to heaven

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No croaking frog or cricket that screams shrill
can be heard above the noise
of a train and lorries.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 lutego 2012

Bright sun

Ah, bright sun, so red and then so brilliant white
shadows, fall everywhere, moving as if having fun
vacationers tan, on summer days to your hot rays
turn their bodies from toe to tip, to be beautiful brown.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 lutego 2012

About some things unseen (cavatina sequence)

(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

In loving each other we sow our seed,
in passion kiss
while we wish for some greater happiness,
in joy’s great bliss
and then suddenly some life comes from us
and we know this
binds us each to each and to a own child,
our joy and pride runs extremely wild.

From our very birth we learn about love;
feelings within
at times comes forward from the very dark,
they are unseen
but alive they jump, breathe, roar, run and thrill;
they are quite keen
to set a mark on each single life
they materialize in love and strive.

Still the depths of some selfless love remain
a mystery
while we create like the divine some new life,
we are set free
to love or hate, to do right or wrong in
integrity
or in the evil, we strive on our own,
or we try to reach beyond the unknown.

[Reference: “Mystery” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 lutego 2012

Love has no kind of impediments (cavatina sequence)

(after William Shakespeare)

Love has got no kind of impediments,
it does stay true,
its direction does not wander about,
its simple bright hue
like a star sets an unfaltering mark,
it does shine through
the darkest bitter kind of circumstance
goes far deeper than only some romance.

True love is present in every glance,
some soft lips, cheeks
do entrance, but its totally timeless,
it does not seek
something better for itself, it’s selfless,
at times it’s meek,
yet wild, unfathomable in essence,
it draws two people to its own presence.

[Reference: “Sonnet 116: Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds” by William Shakespeare.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 lutego 2012

When making love (cavatina)

This is the time where feelings become real
were we do know
the full impact of love and nothingness,
where we let go
in our existing of every thing,
where first quite slow
the moment stretches to eternity,
where we grasp love intimate and fully.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 13 lutego 2012

Modern day Mariana (cavatina sequence)

At times sinister, other times placid,
just sweeping on
far over the horizon of the flat earth,
all life seems gone
in the arid landscape of the Karoo,
stone upon stone
shimmers in the great scorching noontime heat
while wild pigeons walk the roof with small feet.

Two old rusting wind-pumps guard the kingdom,
they are lifeless
and when the light wind passes they creak to life;
somewhat careless
rusting tools are strewn all around the grange,
quite purposeless
she pages through a very old magazine,
around her life and the world does decline.

Every day she picks a marigold
from the garden,
continually plays the “he loves me” game,
a passing warden
is at times the only male company,
she does pardon
her fiancé for not coming to visit,
but she does not really understand it.

As time passes she grows somewhat older,
time moves slowly,
the old wooden floor creaks under her feet,
far too lowly
her life seems while old portraits watches her
and gradually
she starts to live in a kind of strange dream,
at night inhuman voices laugh, cry and scream.

[References: “Mariana in the moated grange” in the play “Measure for Measure” by William Shakespeare and “Mariana” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.]

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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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