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	Gert Strydom
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 września 2013

What value can I bring to you?

What value can I bring to you,
I that have nothing?
What can I find to penetrate as something true,
through the darkness around me?
When I see the heaven
shining in your glance
when you smile tenderly
with stars dancing in your eyes?
What can I find in this darkness
that is around me
that is honest, free of evil,
to show you the world
in the way that I do look at it,
as something genuinely actual that is without dishonesty?

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 września 2013

My darling, with what will I compare you?

My darling, with what will I compare you?
You that look to me much prettier
than all the other flowers?
The sun that rises in the mornings
are much redder than any flower
but it’s as if you do radiate my whole world,
as if your rays comes right out of your heart.
Even the evening flower, the rose or gazania
are all insignificant in your presence
as if they are only images of you
and in deference I must admit
that I can find nothing
to bind to your beauty.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 30 sierpnia 2013

Bells on the porch

Sometimes the august winds
abates at September
and the bells hang lifeless on the porch
while the silence echoes deep in you and me

but later when we are apart from each other
it’s to similar days that I do long,
to you with bells
that sometimes hangs ringing on the porch.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 30 sierpnia 2013

If you kiss me like this

If you kiss me like this
we will find happiness
in tranquil devotion
and every day will be full of bliss.

If you eyes dwell in mine
in the way that you now are looking
every day will be a blessing
while it feels as if our love is something devine.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 29 sierpnia 2013

In the years of old age

To in your years of old age
discover your real life partner
leaves a person without words
when the work of God astonishes.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 29 sierpnia 2013

I receive a SMS

I receive a SMS with a short sentence
about how much you are missing me
and are aware of your humanity

but electronics peeps at me
with a small screen drawing a skew eye.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 29 sierpnia 2013

Contact

When I called you on my cellular phone
to tell you about the depth of my love
the signal broke
and I could not say a single word to you.
I could have send a electronic mail to you,
to say that I cannot take the loneliness anymore
but the internet cafe was already closed
and it was at a wrong time and hour.
When I picked up a pen
I did want to tell you how your absence troubles me
but continuously
I was spelling everything wrong.
Then I decide to risk arriving
unexpectedly at your door.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 sierpnia 2013

When late at night she lays in my arms

When late at night she lays in my arms
then her breath blows against my face
and her hair is in a curly bush,
spread satin soft upon my chest
and I can feel every breath that she takes
while her eyes gleam like those of a cat
where in I am lost time and again.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 sierpnia 2013

With our legs twisted through each others

With our legs twisted through each others
I can feel her heart beating under my finger tips
and there is something in her glance that binds me to her
while her fingers caress my face
and her hair is spread over my chest
like autumn leaves
with her fine fingers being like butterflies that flutter.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 sierpnia 2013

You are also a visitor

Lord, when even for a month
I do not see the sun,
when the Cape’s winter rain sieves down
as if it can last months long,
when it looks as if the sun
is totally absent,
when the winds even pull down oak trees

then I know that Your love is present,
that where around the fireplace
I find a little bit of comfort
with my loved ones
You are also a visitor.

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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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