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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 7 października 2014

The waves comes rushing from the sea

The waves comes rushing from the sea
they brush against me
licking my toes, touching my feet
and there’s something sweet
in the light sea breeze
that frizzles through my hair.

Washing in and out
the foam comes back and forth
where you stand
to me like Eve
but dressed in black a designer bikini
and the light in your eyes
is brighter than the clear blue sky
and the sun twinkles
on your teeth that shines more pure
than pearl

and some might call it love
if we could give expressions
to the feelings of that which are between us
and to me you are lovely
as if sent as an angelic being
to act out some of God’s great mysteries
and while you smile at me
the hissing sea, the blue sky
and your presence
brings utter joy.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 października 2014

Tonight I try to remember

Tonight I try to remember
how it tastes to kiss you
and the sensation
when tongues braid around each other
and the soft caress and heat
of lips upon lips.

Tonight I do miss you
but yet you are here in my heart and you fragrance
is caught in my thoughts
and I try to forget how much I do long for you.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 października 2014

You sit with your legs astride on ground

You sit with your legs astride on ground
while compact disks are spread out around you
searching for a song that you long for,
wanting to find deeper meaning in music
and through the open window the wind blows in
causing your hair to cover part of your face
and you move your head
while I draw you to your feet
and there are small devils that dance in your eyes
when you lips burn
full of promises under mine.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 3 października 2014

Precautionary measures

(After Elizabeth Eybers)

To live unhindered in your house
you only need to get two good guard dogs
and the postman keeps his arm out of your yard
and every salesman will go past,
even religious zealots that want to convert you
only test their luck once
and those that pillage, plunder, poach, rob and dirty vagrants
are immediately warded off
and blessed you are in your own house,
baking what ever you want in your kitchen
when all knocking evils keep past
and do not know when you are at home
but when the angel of death comes home
then nothing stops him.

[Reference: “Voorsorg” (Precaution) by Elisabeth Eybers.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 3 października 2014

Picking a geranium

She went into a rain shower
picked a geranium-flower
was in a kind of festive mood
and from getting wet it did her no good.

Drops of water trailed to her bed
and that flower was very red,
while outside thunder fell with a blast
with drops pattering against the window glass.

At first it was such a sunny day
and through it she was happy and gay,
but now she came to me still merrily
and very wet she kissed me

and all thoughts of the flower was lost
even if she got it at some cost.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 października 2014

In each day’s silent need (Italian sonnet)

In each day’s silent need
I do love you to the capacity
that the love of a man for a woman could be
and in every word and deed

far past the utmost places where feelings go, indeed,
far past earthly yearnings with sagacity
you are far more than just dear to me
and I love you with a child’s kind of creed

with the kind of hope and faith that you
do notice that with every breath
and every thing that is in my might,
in all the things that I say and do,
even beyond the limitations of death,
I do love you even when all things are out of sight.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 października 2014

Despair

I did long the most for your love
and almost all in my power I did
for something more than the sparkle in your eyes
as if everything in life just depends on you
but now in hopelessness you make me afraid
and I am full of pain and utterly distressed
when you act as if I come with a kind of inability
but still I yearn for you in the passing of each day
and I am still trapped in you,
you that is far more than just dear to me
and sometimes I wonder how you can love me
when at times I fear your harsh words and actions,
when you act like an angel of darkness
but still I do love you where you lie here next to me.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 1 października 2014

The curving world’s edge (Passion Sonnet)

Sometimes the vast protecting sapphire sky
hangs covering over us, in it’s deep blue
hangs somewhat sheltering over you and I
like something precious with a prefect hue,

as the presence of things pure and true
and over our own structures of love
like something precious with a prefect hue,
there is nothing shadowed from above.

Like something precious with a prefect hue,
the presence of the Eternal One
of every great thing that we can pursue,
we find ourselves imaged in His tone

Sometimes the vast protecting sapphire sky
hangs somewhat sheltering over you and I.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 1 października 2014

At times we are only set on passing (American sonnet)

At times we are only set on passing,
without any place to stop or call home
and then we miss the smallest little things,
while it feels as if we do not belong,
as we are set, forever more to roam
as if we hear faint whisperings among
a myriad of people, with dusty loam
that sticks and clings to our very feet

and then we miss the small bird’s happy song,
see unfamiliar faces in those we meet,
in life we are constantly swept along,
as if the ocean has only some foam
and to it there is nothing really sweet,
at times we are only set on passing.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 23 września 2014

Long before my birth (cavatina)

Long before my birth, my father walked,
talked with you
and before being substance you knew
all that I would do;
nothing escapes You, You are everywhere,
You do stay true
when all around me my world falls apart,
You do still live in the depths of my heart

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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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