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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 20 marca 2014

When to me you did come

When to me you did come
of all my wishes this was the sum
and I wished for something more than just care,
wanted us both in love’s magic to partake
and your dear presence there was only for my sake
but in your presence I felt speechless and dumb
when to me you did come.
 
You did love me
with a woman’s sweet loyalty
but at the time I loved you more
and between us was a brilliant flame
a kind of feeling that love had much more in store
but at the time I did not know your name
and how unlikely it seemed to be
that you did love me.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 19 marca 2014

A day on the beach

The cobalt, emerald and sapphire of the Southern sea
could turn moments in a day into eternity
as if no other day like this could ever be
when I loved you and you loved me
and on that beach we found tranquillity
while both the dogs were barking and running free.
 
The busy city laid shining in the distance far away
and we loved each other without a single word to say
while the breakers crashed on rocks and rolled out in the bay
and together on that sunny beach we did laugh, kiss and play
on a February God blessed radian day
and it felt if we would love each other come what may.
 
The wind swept in from the sea, died down and swept in again
and on that open day suddenly it started to rain
while glittering in the distance was the blue-green main
and in our hearts was joy and we did know no pain
as we looked in wonder at the hues that did the Pacific stain
 
and on that day the time did fly
when almost in a single moment the day passed us by
but at eight in the evening the sun was still high
burning with intensity in that Cape Town sky
and you were in love and so was I.
 
It was the best of days where we picnicked on the shore
and a day like this had not come before
when it felt as if that day could last forever more,
while I loved you true and you did me adore
and together the beach and each other we did explore.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 18 marca 2014

I just want to

I just want to for the enjoyment of it
prepare a meal for you
and serve it with candlelight and a bottle of red wine,
and I want to find you soft warm lips,
take you later by the hand
and lead you away to our bed
when the moon hangs enchanting in the heaven
and the night spreads her billions of stars,
when time comes to a halt for the both of us.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 17 marca 2014

I heard the thunder of the guns resound

I heard the thunder of the guns resound,
saw rockets taking red tails into the sky,
with passing battle-tanks felt the trembling ground
and over and away fighter jets did fly.
 
To some it was the judgement-day
and I a mere man was lost
when I saw thousands decimated lay
and wondered about war and its cost
 
while those sights, smells and sounds
remains with me still
and the explosions of shells, the thudding of rounds,
brings back the deadly chill
of when to escape burial in the ground
mere boys were forced to kill
 
and this brings to me
the reckless indifference of life in the previous century
where no man was really completely free
from a myriad of obligations
and responsibility.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 marca 2014

At times (English sonnet]

At times she says that she does love me
but my innermost feelings to her is unknown.
Sometimes she is angry, chilly or acts with sincerity
and it feels as if on the big old earth I am alone.
 
At times my words she does not notice, or when I pass by,
or even the small things that I in love do
and I wonder if another has caught her eye
when her words and actions hurts me through
 
and daily I am more and more lost while the world goes on,
whilst at times rain pours down, or brightly the sun does shine
and all hope and what is left of life seems gone
while she lives in her own world and I in mine
 
and she acts as if she knows me barely,
as if continually from me she wants to be free.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 13 marca 2014

Am I my brother’s keeper?

“Am I my brother’s keeper?”
Cain answered the omnipotent Lord God
as if a brotherly relationship did not go much deeper
and this answer seems odd
 
as if he did not have his brother’s blood on his hands
as if his brother had travelled away to distant lands
 
and I wonder where our own responsibility do begin
or do we choose to live a life of sin
to be political correct
and just to fit in,
 
when our country is turned into chaos
and people try to survive at any cost
 
while daily we do meet a sister or brother
from another father and mother,
see our own people begging on the street
and we have no concern for each other,
 
drive the newest most expensive luxury cars
gather with others in fortress houses and bars
 
while the new kind of racism know as affirmative action
destroys lives, do reserve jobs by the colour of skin
and we do build our lives around ourselves as a reaction
while we do believe that we can survive and win
 
and somewhere the unlucky ones are retrenched, loose their lives
cars, property and wives,
 
and all kind of hope suddenly to them is gone
while for all others life goes on
as if no corruption, crime and suppression does occur
and people’s hearts become rock solid like stone
 
while the Redistribution and development programs
is catching speed and so does greed,
(and the revenge of the dark people) in lives are like epigrams
while some people are in real need
 
and kill themselves while they are unwilling to beg for salvation
while others beg at street corners as if it’s their real occupation
and others like Abraham trust daily on God to provide,
to be a friend, a shelter and a true guide.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 marca 2014

To get old is a kind of art

Far too quickly time did catch up with him
and with an aged body he stands bended
with a distant gaze in his bright blue eyes.
Out of a cloud a bright ray comes
when the last shadows of the grey afternoon linger
and he thinks about his own inability,
about a life that has been lived and suddenly he is sad
but for his thoughts there is no language.
For a moment a thunder flash is caught upon his retina,
a drop runs down his cheek
when he thinks about his own transience
and in him the great longing remains
when a couple in love runs past
and in the distance he hears the clear laughter of a child.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 11 marca 2014

I live for her (English sonnet)

I live for her and help her constantly in many ways
and unreckoned passes every second of time
as if there is only pain coming to all my days
and as if to nothing there is reason and rhyme
 
while right through each day and each night
I try to make her happy
but my world remains in darkness with no light
and she acts as if she does not even know me,
 
as if the end of our time together is near,
as if the coming chilly winter will be endless
while I do anything that I can to hold her dear
as if simple words and actions could heal this
 
while I see no action, word or sign
that she wants to remain mine.
 
© Gert Strydom


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 11 marca 2014

I live for her (English sonnet)

I live for her and help her constantly in many ways
and unreckoned passes every second of time
as if there is only pain coming to all my days
and as if to nothing there is reason and rhyme
 
while right through each day and each night
I try to make her happy
but my world remains in darkness with no light
and she acts as if she does not even know me,
 
as if the end of our time together is near,
as if the coming chilly winter will be endless
while I do anything that I can to hold her dear
as if simple words and actions could heal this
 
while I see no action, word or sign
that she wants to remain mine.
 
© Gert Strydom


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 10 marca 2014

I still want to know that you do love me

I still want to know that you do love me
even when at times I must ask forgiveness
and when I am weak in the days of old age
I still want to look into your eyes
and know how true love does look.


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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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