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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 czerwca 2013

Quadrature of the circle

Now suddenly there are dinosaurs appearing,
and they do tread deep tracks and bite with their jaws
before they disappear again in the distance
and immediately you can realise the impossibility of this.
 
Even when people do say that dodo’s are appearing everywhere
and that they are walking through the woods,
then it becomes a great experience
but in the proof of it
a great lie is exposed.
 
It’s impossible (however you do try)
to only with a pair of compasses and ruler
construct an identical area
than that of a given circle
 
and so I can take this view further
as something containing impossibility.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 21 czerwca 2013

Just for a moment in time or when mathematics becomes pure

(after N.P. Van Wyk Louw)
 
The hour-work becomes rigid
with no second hand that ticks on,
are caught up in an eternal moment.
The bee stays confused and puzzled
 
at a flower that is now lifeless and stiff
that does not open its buds and does not know where to aim
but still the flower remains attractive
and does never become a fruit, jam or ketchup.
 
Its eternally day
with rays falling from a sky that’s cobalt-blue
and on the beach the drops of the wave that is breaking shattering
remains in that thundering moment,
are caught in spray as if they cling to the pure air
as if never the wave could drench the rock.
 
 
[Reference: “Suiwer wiskunde” (Pure mathematics) by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]
 
© Gert Strydom


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 21 czerwca 2013

Sometimes your eyes are dark brown and full of sunshine

Sometimes your eyes are dark brown and full of sunshine
when the tomorrows feel like only a rumour,
sometimes it’s as if my yesterdays disappear into their depths.
Sometimes your eyes are dark brown and full of sunshine
where you bring joy to a world full of pain
but your humanity brings me back to the here and now.
Sometimes your eyes are dark brown and full of sunshine
when the tomorrows feel like only a rumour…


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 21 czerwca 2013

I could not guess

I could not guess
that you could bring reality to my dreams
that you would bring happiness to each new day
and on my established life a earthquake
 
that would move my humanity, would shift my mind,
that you would become such a part of me,
would fit so perfectly into my life
that I would find something more in your love.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 21 czerwca 2013

Without you my life is empty

Without you my life is empty,
without you I loose the capacity to trust
that life can become better
and without you I live alone in a world full of darkness.

When your are with me, every day has got meaning
and then I become aware of the first spring flowers
and it’s as if everything gets new light
and then I do know what real joy is.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 20 czerwca 2013

If we could bend the hour-work back

If we could bend the hour-work back
could make events, deeds and words undone
then this could perhaps have been a better world
 
and everything would have been timeless and reversible
and heartache and pain would have been able to be bended right
and it would have been possible to create a heaven on earth
 
but we are caught to the thing
that makes everything older,
that bends our lives
to be trivial and but mortal.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 20 czerwca 2013

Constantly the hour work ticks on slowly

Constantly the hour work ticks on slowly
and we are caught in the mechanics of time
and even mere moments we cannot bring to a halt
and it’s as if everything hangs in the balance of destiny
and even when we do regret the deeds and words of yesterday
today and its hours and seconds still run on,
and we do find new meaning
in the moments that constantly do appear
but there is One that exists beyond the limitations of time and space
and He folds His omnipotent hands over the whole universe
and where everyone of us become but a mere speck of dust
His love continually is poured out
in provisions and stipulations right through the universe
and even with us in the soft falling rain.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 19 czerwca 2013

Early in the late night

Early in the late night
your hand creeps hot and soft over my breast,
and I feel emotion and a deeper urge burn.
Early in the late night
your hand creeps when dreams of a distant beach
are dissipated by a deeper thirst,
Early in the late night
your hand creeps hot and soft over my breast,


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 19 czerwca 2013

Nowhere else my heart can be found

Nowhere else my heart can be found
as you are my true beloved
and still we remain sheltered in each other
although the worst destroying winds of life do blow
 
and even when the cold days of winter come in the cycle of life,
when the strength of youth runs into the days of old age,
our love remains rock steady in each other,
while daily I am astounded by your beauty and humanity,
 
and it’s still as if God does determine our lives,
is the writer of our own story
and in the cold nights we lie together
when the days of shadow linger
 
but still I do wonder why I had to wait a lifetime,
to have you in every night and day?


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 19 czerwca 2013

That simultaneously love cam be both full of pain and pleasure (in answer to Johann De Lange)

That simultaneously
love can be both full of pleasure and pain,
can be full of times of despair and grief
and still can bring the greatest joy
I did not know
until I did fall in love with you.
 
Not even that you could be both the fire and ice,
could burn me to ash,
that you could make me mad about you,
can chase passion past the highest point
and still I do wonder
why the pain can at times cut right through me
and moments can decay to nothing
and how you can in a mere moment
make everything whole and right?
 
[Reference: “Purdah” by Johann De Lange.]


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