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	Gert Strydom
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 13 listopada 2013

Deeply astounding things (cavatina sequence)

(after Alfred, Lord Tennyson)

Wild and happy without any regret
are tears of joy,
that flows without any kind of despair,
without a ploy,
comes heartfelt but are indeed somewhat strange,
does not annoy
and does come flowing with each special thing,
when at times you do cry my dear darling.

As deeply astounding as the first love,
or body bliss
that is remembered after some time
a single long kiss
does convey a own intimate meaning
of what life is,
coming unexpected from your soft lips,
caries a true message along with hips.

[Reference: “Tears, Idle Tears” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 listopada 2013

Suddenly the day fades to twilight

Suddenly the day fades to twilight,
the bright blue sky become dull
and you and I become spectators
while down the street the wind blows dust
when the sun sets in magic colours,
when we see the colours of the night
and we hear doves coo on the roof,
see stars stretching out into eternity
and there is innocence in your eyes
that becomes big like those of a child
and suddenly I have an inability
to find the right words
while silence brings a own language
when the sun sets beyond the hillocks.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 listopada 2013

In mere moments

In mere moments the blue sky
is wrapped in the black blanket of the night
and I feel your hand searching mine like a small animal,
while the sunset paints her colours
glorious on the canvass of the night,

and in the distance lights are twinkling suddenly,
the night is full of starts that are white, blue and glittering
and your lips burn on mine like a fire
while that moment becomes the most precious to us both.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 11 listopada 2013

Just before twilight

Just before twilight
I could smell the heat of the sun on the wind,
the garden looked beautiful through the window
and I did long for you
when the first star appeared in the dark sky,
car lights passed in the street,
the bright moon appeared
and for long moments I did wait
on your return home.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 11 listopada 2013

Late in the afternoon

Late in the afternoon the horizon swallowed the sun,
the flowers folded and closed there heads,
the evening star beckoned the moon
and I did think of you
and later I heard the gate open
and my heart went wild
as you did come home.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 7 listopada 2013

Right through the night

Right through the night you did lie in my arms,
we both did cherish each other,
did not say a single word
and we were like the prince and Snow-white.

Darkness folded like a blanket over us,
at times you held on to me softly
and we watched the bright moon
until the starlight faded with the morning,
the silence had meaning
and nobody bothered us
while the bright sun peeped through the window,
and doves cooed in the great old oak tree.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 7 listopada 2013

There is a sudden silence

In the distance the thunder rumbles,
the smell of rain falling on the earth
is in the air
and suddenly there is silence
that is only broken by a croaking frog
when softly your hand rests on my shoulder
and like always
there is magic in your touch.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 listopada 2013

There are times

There are times that I do know that you are wonderful, my wife,
where you do treat me as your very own
and in your heart there is passion and more than compassion
when you tell me all of your secrets,
where at times as if lost we cling to moments,
finding something deeper in each experience
and there is something more than just a kind of knowledge
that with and without us life does continue
when we do find meaning in the smallest things
and what binds us is much more than just a ring
when you make the entire world beautiful to me
and sometimes I then feel like a child
when I experience life in a new way
the more I am involved with you.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 listopada 2013

I am waiting for you to return

I am but a normal kind of guy
but there are times that I do cling to love
as if it’s going to disappear trackless
between you and me
and sometimes like everyone I do hide behind a mask,
at times I want to disguise the pain
and believe that everything is alright
as you has become part of me,
you are intertwined into my own humanity
and in you I do drown.
I miss you every day when you leave
and wait on you to return
as it’s as if part of me
is gone to another place.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 5 listopada 2013

If words could

If words could
they would have conveyed my meaning
as my love does glitter like the sun
but between us it did become silent
and now I am short of the right words

and sometimes when we are together I still do feel alone
as if not even my eyes, my mouth can pervade
and bring the right message to you:

that to me you are precious
and that I do love you endlessly.

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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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