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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 czerwca 2013

Last night you had heard my screams (Sonnetina Tre)

Last night you had heard my screams
while my body did shiver and bent
all night long before the darkness was spent
and you did wonder about my horrid dreams
while in sleep I had not been alone
and over my face the dim moon did shone
and shivers run up and down my spine on the winter eve
while my heart did beat at a frightened pace
and more sinister did my dreams weave
while there was real worry all over your face.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 czerwca 2013

I am lost in another country, maybe on another planet

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where children are without any respect
and have got more rights than their parents.

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where the politicians
steal away a own culture, religion and the values
from the souls of children.

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where primary school children
do love each other naked and intimate
in the bushes of the park.

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where drug addiction
is the in thing
among children and their friends.

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where foreign criminals
possess real estate, hijack cars
and stay and live at about any place.

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where people see almost any other thing
to possess something divine
and think that they are equal to the Lord.

I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where the former system
totally declining
where now in the havoc people wander along
without any humanity in them.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 czerwca 2013

And this is how it’s in the new South Africa:

It’s a place where people hide beyond high fences
with dogs patrolling up and down
and the hope that criminals
while break in somewhere else,
while hijackers aim their guns
at somebody else
and that they will take a car with force
from somebody else,
and that they will shoot to kill
somebody else,

with the wish that foreigners
will estrange somebody else from work,
that the government
will take the possessions
of somebody else.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 czerwca 2013

South Africa is also my country [2]

My language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa
where the government do not care about my interests
but are only following something primitive

and so the country continues in its decline
while people stream in from all over Africa.
My language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa

while I am asking for salvation for myself and my nation,
and I am praying to you Lord God,
while the authorities bow down before ancestral spirits
and I am bringing our destiny to You that are omnipotent;
my language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa…

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 czerwca 2013

I am devoting my whole life to you

My Lord, I am devoting my whole life to you,
I have sworn a sacred oath to be true,
you affect my life, my every breath,
if it is necessary even my death;
I do consider you in all that I do,
I am devoting my whole life to you.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 czerwca 2013

While my days were only solitary (English sestets)

While my days were only solitary,
my destruction came at the greatest speed
while demons, humans descended on me
with their utmost kind of malignant greed
I prayed while my life was in waste,
to come to my salvation in great haste,

while day by day was only passing by,
while everything was just working out wrong
while it felt as if you did not hear any cry
I asked my God, how long still, how long?
At your mercy desperately waiting,
waiting for anything to be happening

while I did not comprehend the designs
of your plans for my life, for my future
when I could not find any positive signs
of hope or salvation, not a feature,
against my common sense I still did trust
that overnight my life you could adjust,

even when my own efforts were in vain,
at your very feet salvation I did claim
when my emotions only turned to pain,
believing the promises you proclaim
while continually I tried and headed on,
trying to remain sincere, true and strong,

when in no human face I could find grace,
or find a person or place where I belong,
when I could not wander from place to place,
when even friends were doing me much wrong,
God, I was down on my knees before you,
still insisting that you had to be true.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 czerwca 2013

It’s not much fun to be alone

“Its not much fun to be alone,” said she
“but two who stick together can help each other
out of all kinds of jeopardy,
but then I am silly and why would you bother?”
Suddenly with her the whole world looked merry
as she was smiling at me and I thought she was lovely.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 czerwca 2013

My heart does no more belong to me (English sestets)

(after Christina Georgina Rossetti)

My heart does no more belong to me,
as in loving I have given it to you
where it grows in sweet tranquillity,
as tender well-cared plants often do.
My heart is like an iridescent shell
that is swept out to your feet with the swell

in the waters of the endless blue sea,
in which the sounds of joy is whispering
with the great magic as life ought to be
but still my heart stays a delicate thing
that at times you do call your very own,
while we experience joys somewhat unknown.

Proclaim your love as something eternal
while we wander under cobalt blue skies
opposing everything dark, infernal,
while happiness is reflected in your eyes
as you have come to live in my own life
as my angel, my lovely sweet wife.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 czerwca 2013

In the magic of your enchanting love (English sestets)

Somehow I am free from the whims of youth,
from some vanity, from some recklessness
are living a life with serenity and truth
away from the sheer pains of faithlessness,
in the magic of your enchanting love
that no other woman can now remove.

Our love and happiness always burst out
like small branches on a pollarded tree
as together we both do bring about
a change to life, to how things are to be,
while we do both hate being apart
as we are joined right up to the heart.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 czerwca 2013

Measure and paste

With a pair of compasses and a ruler
in mathematics almost the impossible is realised.

In mathematical quadrature
the structure of a flame,
even of a rose leave is captured
wherever we want to hang them

as mathematical equations in practical mechanics
where we draw contours as if they are elastic
while we do avoid real impossibilities
and try to fit everything into squares.

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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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