Gert Strydom, 11 stycznia 2012
I want to go back to the veldt again
to watch nature to see little things,
to hear how pretty small red weavers sing,
to on my skin feel the summer’s cool rain
to live with harmony without some pain,
to get of God a clear understanding.
I want to go back to the veldt again
to watch nature to see little things,
and away from the city to remain,
to see flowers rise in the months of spring
opening and life slowly awakening,
I want to go back to the veldt again
to watch nature to see little things.
Gert Strydom, 10 stycznia 2012
While time far too quickly passes us by
in the presence of things pure and true
that between some beloved partners does lie,
sometimes the vast protecting sapphire sky
hangs covering over us, in it’s deep blue
hangs somewhat sheltering over you and I,
as there’s longing for something in each eye
of every great thing that we can pursue,
while continually time gets wings to fly
but somewhere a kind of essence does lie,
like something precious with a prefect hue,
as true love is the thing that does us tie
while in every thing for which we vie
you accompany me in all that we do
and somewhere is lost the me and the my
while own interests we do at times defy,
your graceful face remains my only retinue
until the very day that we do die,
even in all that we treat with some fie
we stick to each other like a kind of glue
while time far too quickly passes us by.
Gert Strydom, 10 stycznia 2012
Next to a silver river, a clear stream
you were dreaming against a willow,
with a small smile, silent and satisfied
as if something great happened in the past
when your bright eyes suddenly caught mine,
words hang silently between us.
In your eyes light sparkled like stars,
a leave fell and glided away
when suddenly a plover called from the marsh
with others answering from far away
when your bright eyes suddenly caught mine,
words hang silently between us.
Where the water flows endlessly
you got quickly to your feet,
your glance went deep into my soul
and we could not evade our feelings,
when your bright eyes suddenly caught mine,
words hang silently between us.
Gert Strydom, 10 stycznia 2012
How many days I saw your subtle grace
the lingering smile on your lovely face,
there is a kind of sweet innocence
but also charm and a confidence
and you bring an inner tranquillity
when you tell me how much you do love me.
Sometimes beautiful the day does begin
while loving you closely feels like a sin,
but our intense feelings we cannot ignore
while life changes from what it was before
and you bring an inner tranquillity
when you tell me how much you do love me.
The moment is eternal with each kiss
while we are caught in ecstasy, sheer bliss
and not the future or even times past
has significance while the feelings last
and you bring an inner tranquillity
when you tell me how much you do love me.
Gert Strydom, 9 stycznia 2012
With the bright moon that is tonight missing
as if it has suddenly strayed somewhere
the stars dimmed out, the air is rushing
while almost like a machine I am falling
from very high while breathing pure oxygen,
an exploding lightning bolt makes my ears sing
while the altimeter I am watching;
with each enemy guard, guard-tower primed
against penetration, in I am fluttering,
at terminal velocity it’s terrifying,
while life comes to a standstill around me
but that moment is but very fleeting
before a device is reminding
that the rushing ground is almost too near
and the jerking parachute is opening;
right after the equipment bag I am landing,
snatching off the chute, cocking the weapon,
with the bright moon that is tonight missing.
Gert Strydom, 9 stycznia 2012
There’s a story that have being told
(and I do not know if there is truth to it),
that after the slaughtering
of the 47th FAPLA / Cuban brigade at the intersection
of the Lomba and Cuzizi Rivers in Angola,
the mauling of several brigades on the way
to Cuito Cuanavale and the destruction
of that military airfield, the loss of many soldiers,
the destruction of nine Mig fighters
and the loss of huge amounts of Soviet equipment
Fidel Castro was very angry and in a terrible rage
brought his Cuban soldiers in Angola
up to fifty thousand, sent four hundred tanks
and his best pilots to Angola,
after the South African forces had withdrawn
which resulted in the Mig-23 attack
on the Calueque dam
in South West Africa (now Namibia),
where a Buffel troop carrier was lost
along with some South African soldiers.
According to the story in vengeance
a team of elite South African
Reconnaissance Commandos
was HALO dropped equipped with
the Fim-92 Stinger anti-aircraft systems
that UNITA had supplied to them,
along with some other weapons and equipment
that these special force soldiers do normally carry
to shoot down MIG-23’s
and Hind attack helicopters
that was putting UNITA under attack
and it has been told that they were dropped
near to an enemy airbase under the nose
of the large Russian aircraft that was scanning
the air for any approaching enemy activities
where they shot down
several fighter jets and attack helicopters,
but that the section-leader
left one pilot to fly off after seeing him
making a cross, begging God for mercy.
The Reconnaissance Commandos managed to withdraw,
were extracted at the allocated extraction point
without any further incident with either FAPLA
or any Cuban enemy units
but the story gets much more interesting.
It is told that while that Recce section-leader
was holidaying in the United States
he took a taxicab from the airport to his hotel,
where the driver (a former Cuban pilot) recognized him
and that he had left Cuba as a refugee.
[Reference: HALO is an acronym for High Altitude-Low Opening that is a form of free-fall (parachute) insertion.]
Gert Strydom, 9 stycznia 2012
Where enemy soldiers in tents do lie
in the darkness of night, the early hours
slowly, carefully we scout we sneak by,
pass fences, armed patrols, guard towers
and where they in bliss unaware sleep
during the midnight’s sombre icy chill
we reconnoitre, sabotage and peep
while they lie dreaming under wool and twill
we do apply our very special skills.
Gert Strydom, 6 stycznia 2012
What type of circumstance brought me
in my own birth
to a planet that is not of death free,
to a world that constantly is in decay
here to this earth
where but a single sun brightens the day;
I could have served at the feet of God,
in joy, in mirth;
where I now in destruction’s footsteps trod?
I ask these questions in true sincerity
when hope I girth,
what type of circumstance brought me?
Gert Strydom, 6 stycznia 2012
That night great strain was on each youthful face,
in the hangar we did equipment check,
called-up each from a different place.
The Hercules roared at a quick pace
as in many sticks we were strapped in,
with the flashing red light my heart did race;
to some an enemy jump is commonplace,
a paratrooper did vomit on me
and I begged God for His saving grace.
Suddenly I had to step into space,
I heard the roar of anti-aircraft guns,
snipers in trees was another menace
while I felt the wind’s jerking soft embrace,
as we got down in a wooded terrain,
saw some women of the fleeing populace,
but that was only the smallest preface
as rockets and bullets whooshed over us,
called-up each from a different place.
Gert Strydom, 6 stycznia 2012
Some deep red roses bloomed in the rain,
the rain sieved down for days without end,
an end to winter brought the spring again;
while again roses at a time would be send,
be send as messengers of a love that’s true,
that’s true in all things that had happened.
I held red roses wrapped in a big bunch,
a big bunch to make up for being apart;
after days apart we did meet for lunch,
after lunch a sweet kiss would test her heart,
her heart would respond with some kind of bliss,
or bliss would be absent in our own art.
Nothing could love remove, her eyes did shine
as I saw her face, hurried to embrace;
the depths of love did prove that she was mine.
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