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Gert Strydom, 14 października 2015
A national leader
(after A.G. Visser)
After his release from prison the whole country did trust him
when he took the future of a rainbow nation in his hands,
did hold the lives and job opportunities of people in his hands
but now I wonder where everything has gone
while the whole country is falling apart.
[Reference: “’n Volksleier” (A national leader) by A.G. Visser.]
Gert Strydom, 14 października 2015
A theologian
(after A.G. Visser)
He has got the highest degree on Christianity at university
but did somehow somewhere loose the godliness of Jesus Christ
and where he now does convince others to his beliefs
I wonder what god now does serve?
[Reference: “’n Teoloog” (A theologian) by A.G. Visser.]
Gert Strydom, 14 października 2015
A dentist
At the local municipal clinic
the dentist rather pulls the teeth than fill them
and even if you have got a lot of pain
there is no compassion to be seen.
Gert Strydom, 13 października 2015
A conductor (in answer to T.T. Cloete)
Slowly his swings his stick up and again down
in rapture as if it’s a magic wand.
When he makes the music notes to come alive:
great classical masters rise from the grave.
Gert Strydom, 12 października 2015
Test pilot
Finely tuned against destiny
the joystick is taken
and not a drop of sweat does appear
while mechanically he measures indicators,
do pull back further on the power lever,
with the jets buzzing louder,
energy making the engines tremble
and with the brakes off the aeroplane gets an own life
and against the blue elegance of the heavenly roof
it’s only him, near to the Creator
of the endlessness
while he does blindly make adjustments,
hang for moments in the height
and the sun catches his circling flight.
Gert Strydom, 9 października 2015
When the roses are flowering bloody red in the garden
When the roses are flowering bloody red in the garden,
the hollyhocks grow with their long stems,
when the garden is full of geraniums, irises and lilies,
when the maize at the back of the yard looks gigantic,
do get heads and reach out like fingers,
when tomatoes grow in their beds
and beans do stretch up on the reeds
then I see mother gardening
when the sun does shine brightly in the blue sky.
Gert Strydom, 8 października 2015
There is something to summer nights
There is something to summer nights
that makes me think of you
and I am expecting something special
when my heart gambols wildly
and away in my hidden thoughts
your love did penetrate deeply
but sometimes like now
there is pain in the remembering
of how things can go wrong
but still your image keeps unfolding
and how much you are able to hurt me
is maybe something for another time
as love does forgive and does change the recollections
so that a person does just brush things aside
while constantly I do hope and trust
and always do see you with new eyes.
Gert Strydom, 7 października 2015
The joy of spring is everywhere
From sunrise rays cast their spell
on grass, flowers, bushes and trees
causing nature to bloom
and from dust and rain
nature is drawing its power
and breathing out the scent of spring.
All over birds are singing,
flying up and down
and butterflies, bees,
hornets and grasshoppers
are gliding, flying, buzzing
through the air
and the joy of spring is everywhere.
Gert Strydom, 7 października 2015
You are the one
You are the four walls of the house that does cover me,
that brings a cool shade against the destroying sun,
the place where in the cutting winter
I am hot and cosy
and when the stormy winds do bellow
when rain, hail and thunder do pour down
you are the one
to who I declare my heart,
the one that knows
the depths of my soul
as if my thoughts
are your own.
Gert Strydom, 6 października 2015
At peril
A time came that the minds of men did only evil breed
and only a small handful did God’s commandments heed
and the rebellious angel Lucifer was at his prime
while he inspired men to greater evil time after time
and God could use the elements, or lightning, fire or rain
to turn men back to Him again
could catapult fiery stones of hail,
slingshot lightning bolts that would not fail
but He never did force anyone,
did from their heart any wish remove
and suddenly all righteous men but almost one
who did trust, did believe and did love
was from the great world gone
while the evil dragon, serpent, snake
led most men to in the vilest things to partake
to have religious orgies, to sacrifice their children
to honor him and above all God to forsake
when in the hearts of men rebellion,
murder and every animal urge was awake
when their hands were with blood vermilion
and they burned to possess and with force to take
the livelihood from those who stayed to God true and good
and even their very last bit of food.
From reptiles they built war machine upon war machine
and nothing was as it had been
while they exalted themselves to living gods
and they became more evil than through eon’s holy angels had seen
and day and night
the deeds, the acts the words of men upon the earth
was in God’s sight
and He was sorry that He granted them birth
while every vile and evil thing was right in His face
across the barriers, the vast abyss of space
and God instructed his servant Noah to build an ark,
to in a great time of trouble during a deluge to embark
on sailing with the reverent few on waters as high
as the highest peaks that were almost touching the sky
and at the right time into that great ark’s hold
all kinds of wild animals by their own volition came
while the mystery of God’s protection and love did unfold
and thunderbolts did put the world aflame
while the molten fire beneath the earth
blasted into the sky from its girth,
and cities, buildings, mountains where turned around
while in huge earthquakes everything went underground
and from the sky poured floods of rain
while from the vaults of the earth some more water flowed
while huge waves lashed at the ark’s hold again and again
and the sky that was thunder lashed as if aflame glowed
while Noah prayed and prayed with his mortal hands at the wheel
of that great jumping, shuddering, swaying ship
with its almost indestructible ironwood keel
at times dead animals, the bodies of men past would slip
and for forty days and nights the sky the whole world was dim
while he was glad that God and His angels were protecting him
while all of the elements did roar as if God Himself was at war
and cleaning the entire world from what it had been before.
As a tremendous tide of water did all evil men devour,
and the elements did angrily rage
even Lucifer feared that it was his last hour
and the end of the rebellious war that he did wage
but God did His promises to Noah keep
and saved him and his family from the eternal deep.
II Fire from the sky on Sodom and Gomorra
They were proud of their most evil deeds
while things like rape in their hearts did leave small seeds
and the rainbow that did come again and again
promised that God will not destroy with a deluge or rain
and when holy angels as men came to the city’s gate
the sons and men could not wait
on the holy ones to use sodomy, to rape
and they cornered them with no escape.
Although they were struck with blindness
they did remain evil and were almost mindless
while with anger they did roar,
did become more wicked than before
and laughed while they did
the wrath of God implore
and did provoke and challenge Him,
until the light of day did go dim
and far away Abraham did pray
for God’s omnipotent hand to stay
but inSodomand Gomorra
the people did continually their wicked games play
whileLotwas but a pariah
and the people did the vilest things night and day
and from the sky God did his fire and brimstone pour
as a tide of fire that did evil men devour,
with a brightness that was like a falling sun
and even Lucifer feared that it was his last hour
whenLotand his daughters were left alone
while two large cities was turned to molten stone
and in great haste awayLotfled
while the most wicked people were gone
and still the sins of man goes on and on
till the dawning of the sun on the last horizon.
Gert Strydom, 5 października 2015
We wait for something
We wait for something
on the other side of tomorrow,
as if something special
is waiting on us in the new morning,
as if it is destined to be
the greatest day of all days
and yet today holds its promises,
holds the joys and delights
that at times is happening
and sometimes also the suffering and pain
that does shape us for the future
and sometimes being alive and truly living
is present in only one unforgettable moment in time.
Gert Strydom, 23 września 2015
Early spring (Italian sonnet)
While the light of day does cease,
still outside many trees are blossoming
in the serene beauty of this early spring
but nature at this twilight has some peace
before the time of danger does increase
when nightly predators take to their wing
there is activity in the smallest nocturnal thing,
that hunts and feed and breeds with ease
as life comes to greatness in large and small
as every living thing is in a way special
in this time of new birth and change
and it’s as if the blessings of God fall on all
and even in things superficial
the entire world His hand does rearrange.
Gert Strydom, 22 września 2015
Tonight when you did come lie down next to me
Tonight when you did come lie down next to me
it was if I did smell the fragrance of wild field flowers,
in the darkness I could differentiate your perfection,
and you were the most beautiful flower
while your eyes did gleam emerald-green,
and I could feel your heart beating,
while it had been a enchanting evening
while the rays of the moon fell over your face
and beamed as if you were holy,
while we both did know of our passion,
did know of the deep bond
that our love does bring and you did lie comfortable
against me and I did touch your soft skin
while we shared the intimate hours of the night.
Gert Strydom, 21 września 2015
On this early summer evening
On this early summer evening
outside the fish and chips shop I stop
caught by the serene colours in the sky
of the setting sun, the hues
of yellow and orange flowing into pink,
the clouds hanging white
somewhat like patterns
or connecting pieces of a puzzle
against the dark and light blue sky
with rays shining through
giving brilliance to them
as if falling in spotlights
or in broad bands at places
with the sun finally becoming
a small glowing ball
just here and there
appearing through open patches
of the now darker clouds and sky.
Gert Strydom, 18 września 2015
There is a kind of light in my darling’s eyes
There is a kind of light in my darling’s eyes,
a kind of deeper thing
that pierces everything in me
as if a bond between us
does lie in her golden eyes
and at times I would want it different
and do not want to tell her
about my deepest things
as that which is between us does expose me
so that she really does know me
and it makes my defencelessness great
so that she really do know what she means to me
as if every moment does confess my dependence of her
and as if I cannot explore the whole wide world without her.
Gert Strydom, 17 września 2015
In three weeks a great change has come
Joshua, the man that helps me with my garden
says that my garden this morning
is jumping around with joy
and is dancing around with beauty
as there is something in the early spring
that draws a person to want to sing.
In three weeks
a great change has come
after the last grip of the grim winter
has been expelled
by the hot sun
and the first rain of spring.
There are blue, yellow, brown, turmeric coloured,
purple and pink irises that are flowering,
everywhere there are white, purple, yellow and deep red daisies
and marguerites
and the scent of white jasmine is right through the garden.
Geraniums in red, orange, pink and white
and some with mixed colours
are flaunting more beautiful than the other
and violet and speckled pansies
and pink, orange, white and yellow gazanias,
white, red, yellow, pink and orange roses
are luring bees, butterflies, doves, weavers
and even starlings
to visit the garden.
Gert Strydom, 16 września 2015
When the lightning bolts of life
When the lightning bolts of life
with blue-white sparks does flashing resound around me
then you are the silence that goes to my inner core
and when the winter does stretch out biting fingers
then you are the one who around a fireplace
do share moments in passion
and every morning you are the golden rays of the sun
that brings new meaning
to the darkness of my life,
who like the Cape’s winter rain
do soak to the depths of my soul
and in my pain
you are however the one
who is the centre point of it,
who knows where to lash out
the most terrible blows.
Gert Strydom, 15 września 2015
When your eyes glow like two suns
When your eyes glow like two suns
that shines above the dome of the sky,
that does penetrate me
with every glance from you
then there is something that goes right through my emotions
and even when I feel impulsive
its as if your eyes are always following me in my thoughts,
as if next to me you do experience everything,
as if our bond will last eternally
but more probable its because I do miss you
and cannot comprehend a life without you.
Gert Strydom, 14 września 2015
When you did come
When you did come
the world had changed
and what was our home
with time was rearranged
but between us all was still the same
and even your face, your body and name.
Although for a time separate the world we did roam,
love was still of our feelings the sum
when you did come.
When you did come back to me
all of our promises and joy was full of sincerity
and about the heartaches I did not care anymore
as life did change and nothing was still the same
as it had been before
but our feelings and our love was still aflame
and for me more precious you had come to be
when you did come back to me.
Gert Strydom, 11 września 2015
Jesus Christ
He knows the precise wandering of stars,
of every planet in the universe,
have power and the insight to create
things from the nothingness
speaks of the beauty of love
and his whole life is filled
by personal sacrifice
and the virtue that He brings
that goes beyond human mysteries,
while He gives power to the weak,
talks about another kingdom
than that which the people
of his generation did seek,
but in Him everyone does see
the perfect love of a creator God,
of a sinless human being.
Gert Strydom, 10 września 2015
Words (2)
I thought that words
would draw you closer to me,
but words set us apart literary
in the real sense
and forever you and I
will never be coming together with words.
Words although magic
are always reaching out
to someone else,
as if you see
each and every poem
as competing against yours
and never do we bond
by the skill of words
and even the words written to you
carry their messages
but do not really hit the mark
as if I am only giving blank pages
with absent messages
and my writing more and more
does create less for you.
Gert Strydom, 10 września 2015
Words (in answer to Vincent Oliphant)
When I read in a great poem
that humanity lies beyond
the borders of life and culture
I saw the poet hope
as if peace
would suddenly come down from heaven
and I did wonder if it was possible
to remove the animal from man
who rather wants to tread down,
vituperate and steal?
I did become to realise
that the people in whom
the in dwelling of God does lack
are filled with darkness
and like barbarians they do believe
that violence is the last resort
and still it did not take the bullet
out of every firearm,
and still it did fail
to make anything else of the Panga blade
than a deadly killing thing
and the reality of the unknown robber
who sneaked around with a knife in the back of my yard,
my two cars that were stolen,
the loss of my work,
and affirmative action
does still threaten my life,
does force me down upon my knees
to pray to the omnipotent God.
[Reference: “Woorde” (Words) by Vincent Oliphant.]
Gert Strydom, 10 września 2015
When I heard the learned professor
When I heard the learned professor
lecturing in mathematics,
talking about parabolas,
about calculating some interesting things
like division approaching zero
and the limit applying to it
I saw you, your breasts
and my thoughts were led astray
trying to calculate the circumference,
the curves and shape of your breasts
and I was truly blessed
when you blushed and smiled back at me
and I thought about your perfect body,
a thing that only the creator God
had the ability to calculate and to construct.
Gert Strydom, 9 września 2015
The statue of uncle Paul
(after Toon van den Heever)
In the summer sun the great colossus rises
where paltry yet gigantic he still stands
with his eyes looking northwards
and his gaze sweeps right through veldt and bush.
Still he struggles on without being swayed
and his whole being is fierce and always true
as if nothing can stop that keen eyes
and his gaze sweeps right through veldt and bush
to find liberty whatever it does cost,
beyond him lies death that could not break a people,
it’s the hope of a free existence that is looking
and his gaze sweeps right through veldt and bush.
In the summer sun the great colossus rises
and his gaze sweeps right through veldt and bush.
[Reference: “Die beeld van oom Paul” (The statutue of uncle Paul) by Toon van den Heever. Poet’s note: The ANC Youth league is trying to remove this very statue.]
Gert Strydom, 8 września 2015
Twilight
(after N. P. van Wyk Louw)
Twilight, twilight
what are you bringing?
I wonder
while the rays of the sun do circle out wider.
There is a new excitement in me
as today is open and I feel free
as if life does hold new promises and possibilities
and maybe it’s the day that you will come.
[Reference: “Rooidag” (Dawn) by N.P. Van Wyk Louw.]
Gert Strydom, 7 września 2015
Time finds wings (A reply to Edward Thomas)
The day is unwilling to break open,
as slices like a orange,
unwilling to let me bite
into its centre, in to its deep core
and time finds wings,
passing ever passing
without me accomplishing
the things that I set out to do
to which I sometimes set my heart to
and I can hardly tell the distinction
between heaven and hell,
between good and bad
as emotions are on a rollercoaster
under the spell, attraction
of falling in love
where it is judged to be inappropriate
and happiness eludes, escapes me,
as well as beauty,
or what I find beautiful and lovely
and am I now harkening to small petty blessings
and have to be content with little things
as if the things that gives meaning to life
are reserved for someone else
and the sky, the veldt the world
of my own heart yearns for more
besides motion, hue and actions
that responsibilities draw,
I yearn for you, for your love
and the blessing of your tender caress.
[Reference: “The Glory” by Edward Thomas.]
Gert Strydom, 7 września 2015
Small blonde curly head
Where he walks happily in the garden
he watches a gecko big-eyed,
the entire world lies open before him,
his attention is attracted by ‘n big koi-fish
that watches him with large eyes from the pond,
he watches a gecko big-eyed
and he tries to touch the fish and the water is cool
while he catches a small frog
that watches him with large eyes from the pond,
he presses the small animal against his cheek
and it jumps from his hands
while he catches a small frog
and the fishes are circling the pond
when he picks up another frog
and it jumps from his hands
and he is splashed dripping wet.
Where he walks happily in the garden
when he picks up another frog
the entire world lies open before him.
Gert Strydom, 4 września 2015
A modern Bible story
When I am walking down Voortrekker road to buy a new car
I come upon an old man lying on the sidewalk
and he has been stripped of all of his possessions,
he groans and can barely say a word
and I do notice that he is from another race.
I come upon an old man lying on the sidewalk,
his glasses have been slapped from his face and his possessions are missing.
The new car is shining where it waits
and I do notice that he is from another race,
the pastor from the local church hoots drives past and is waving at me,
the poor man is barely aware of what is going on in the bad state that he is.
The new car is shining where it waits
but he lays wounded badly and is bleeding and knocked cold.
An elder drives slowly past a wounded man but suddenly speeds up,
the poor man is barely aware of what is going on in the bad state that he is
and humanity forces me to take care of the badly wounded man.
When I am walking down Voortrekker road to buy a new car
an elder drives slowly past a wounded man but suddenly speeds up
and he has been stripped of all of his possessions.
Gert Strydom, 3 września 2015
A man in the city
In the distance a church bell rings off the midnight hour
and where the night tries to fold her cloak around the city
I am lonely driving a motorcar
and streetlights, neon signs and traffic lights light up the roadway
but there is no darkness and everywhere around me its twilight grey,
a high apartment building is on fire
with fire-engines with flashing red lights that are rush to it
while a crowd of onlookers are watching the scene with interest
and here and there a couple that lives in it stands astonished
when in the distance the chimneys at a petroleum structure flame blue-white,
and I see the bright white fire of melting ovens
when I am tired and far pass fatigued
while I am busy driving back to my home in one of the suburbs
and now do not trust the tilting landscape, lights that rush pass
and nowhere there is a place of rest to be found.
Gert Strydom, 2 września 2015
With a view on the passing road
She walks to the porch
and she carries a basket full of pomegranates from the orchard
while the brown dog is running all around her,
at the step to the porch her husband greets her without a word
and a pomegranate falls so hard that the pips scatter
and she carries a basket full of pomegranates from the orchard,
she steps into the red juice that sticky blots the floor,
she barely hears his damn it
and a pomegranate falls so hard that the pips scatter,
and he says that she is incompetent and clumsy
but her gaze is on the road,
she barely hears his damn it
and she hopes that a shining new car will on a day take her away
and docile she bends to pick up the remains of the two fruit
but her gaze is on the road,
where she is setting her scope into the distance.
She walks to the porch
and docile she bends to pick up the remains of the two fruit
while the brown dog is running all around her.
Ostatnie komentarze:
13 lipca 2025
jeśli tylko
zimują w domu, a latem "ogródkują :)
12 lipca 2025
AS
genialny wiersz; ukłony i serdeczne pozdrowienia
9 lipca 2025
violetta
Tak, tylko winko bezalkoholowe:)
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Belamonte/Senograsta
wisi, to był ten sam gagatek, chyba się opamiętał,
8 lipca 2025
jak ma na imie?
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jeden z nas
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nie da się
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Czego, piwa?:)
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Halki nie są aż takie cienkie:)
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No co ty:) nie akceptuję:)
8 lipca 2025
te diety są przerażające, gdzie zrozumienie
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wow. miałem kiedyś białą myszkę była wesoła
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wiesiek
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