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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 29 lipca 2013

Your hand is in the rain

Your hand is in the rain
that falls for fourteen days without end

and when the first yellow peaches appear
and everywhere the rain drizzles down,

when rusty brown leaves fall from the branches
then You are still caring before the first winds do moan
and the cold is present everywhere
with the exhausting of winter
that feels as if it cuts right through everything

and in the rays of that dismal sun
it’s Your love that still circles out wider.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 29 lipca 2013

Although we do live in a dark planet (cavatina) (in answer to Karl Shapiro)

Although we do live in a dark planet,
a place of sin
while time moves forward constantly
demons cannot win,
God holds the hope and love of tomorrow.
We do go in
the next moment, rather with happiness,
than with all of our sorrow and sadness.

[Reference: “The Minute” by Karl Shapiro.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 lipca 2013

I would be happy to live in a town like this (cavatina)

I would be happy to live in a town
like this, with houses,
a big old brick church with a high column,
girls in blouses
that are talking carefree, smiling at me;
some young spouses
are walking hand in hand as they do talk,
a hollyhock flowers pink on its stalk.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 lipca 2013

The depths of love (cavatina)

While our deeds are from harshness innocent,
mere words express
that what we deem love in fullness to be,
what it possess,
as defined by mind, body and soul;
its own excess
we do not really know, comprehend,
as it is selfless to its joyful end

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 lipca 2013

With the twinkle of first sight (Rubaiyat sonnet)

With the twinkle of first sight in their eye
a flaming star soared across the sky
as it shined with its own new light
and in only a wink it did pass by.

What a strange kind of thing it was to some,
as they thought that a time of joy had come
as the star had brought a kind of good news,
and led wise men away from home.

In every birth of a child on this earth
there is a kind of hope, a kind of worth,
the promise of passing on love and life
of a kind of warmth far beyond the hearth;

that great miracle of a small girl or a boy,
who will at a time either build or destroy.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 lipca 2013

When feelings unfold like a pocket knife (cavatina)

When feelings unfold like a pocket knife,
they can be sharp
and cut deeply without a second thought,
the soul can warp
at mere words that are said indifferent,
or like a harp
the sounds of love and speech can be quite true,
can bring happiness in all that they do.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 lipca 2013

At Margate Beach (cavatina)

One after the other or in some pairs
the seagulls fly,
while a green, blue or purple hued calm sea
does catch the eye;
on the beach a myriad of girls tan,
men do get dry
or return to the surging surf to have fun
and children enjoy the hot summer sun.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 lipca 2013

With a view on Clifton beach (cavatina)

Rubens would have been quite happy to paint
with the white beach,
the view through the window with topless girls,
just out of reach
with their fuller figures making great curves,
and almost each
very voluptuous and here and there
a perfect slim woman without a care.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 lipca 2013

Down at the fen (cavatina)

Down at the fen small red weavers twitter,
they do frolic,
are joyous fluttering from reed to reed
while mud do stick
to my boots, as it seems impassable
and soft and thick.
Reeds grow; weeping willows give their shadow,
in a world that I do not really know.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 lipca 2013

I have seen some fading red roses (cavatina)

I have seen some fading red roses,
pink hollyhocks,
all withering at the end of summer,
stripped like rocks,
many trees standing like huge skeletons;
the sheer amok
that black ripe brings as it falls destroying,
and that all life has also an ending

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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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