Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 4 august 2016

For now and for always

Will it last this romantic fantasy of shadow and light?
The crimson-red rising moon hangs low where we do walk
through this lovers-lane that it is making tonight.
You are right against me while of lasting love we talk.
 
Is it magic or a strange kind of reality
when your arms slip around my head,
when you do passionately kiss me
am I alive, in heaven or dead?
 
As if God on us does His blessing endow
when you promise to be my wife
your whole face does glow,
and this is a day in my and your life.


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Gert Strydom, 2 august 2016

The temptation of being near to her

There is something in how she looks at me and looks away again
and I think aloud Satan, Lucifer, demon, devil be gone
 
as she is going to seduce me with her summer sunshine laughter
in the twilight, dark night or bright day
 
with her eyes that glitter when she notices me
and I wonder if God does provide such lovely girls
 
with her walking away that continually whispers promises
and her voice that falls sweetly on my ear
 
but when she stands right in front of me
and talks to me my breath is taken away
 
and I notice a small muscle jumping, jumping in her throat
and her snow-white teeth, her hands, freckles and feet is something
against which I do not know how to resist
and then she brings her lips right against mine.


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Gert Strydom, 2 august 2016

Your walking away is measured in watt

Your walking away is measured in watt.
Not the 1100 p.m.p.o. of a door slamming shut behind you
that are opened and slammed again
but it is the pattering gait that just can be heard
and the whisper of satin
when you do go to our bedroom
and welcoming the door stays open
when continuously the fourteen-day rain does softly fall
and flames hiss at the fireplace and wood gleam red from the heat
while Steve Hofmeyer on the Kenwood music system
does sing sadly like Neil Diamond
and candles burn romantically at the bath
like a Jewish candlestick that welcomes the Sabbath
and does announce the beginning of the year of jubilee
where everything is again nice and right
to far into the future
and no children or grandchildren
do bring resistance in their visiting multitude
and you and I are alone
like Adam and Eve
when they did noticed each other for the first time.


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Gert Strydom, 1 august 2016

In the garden (ABECEDARIUM)

Annoyed the small girl turns to him and says: “Oh no.”
Bees do fly around her in the garden.
Caesar stands in front of her
dangling a wooden sword in his hand,
 
eager to come to her defence.
Followers to come to their aid do not exist.
Great numbers of vicious bees want to sting them.
He hits a few as enemies down.
 
Ibises fly up frightened and screaming
just when a whole swarm of bees want to sting them.
Keen-witted he drags her away by the hand.
“Leave us alone you demons,” he screams.
 
More and more bees fly venomously nearer,
nowhere there is any escape
“Obviously we are going to loose this battle,” his princess says anxious.
Pacify they cannot the enemy.  Who is the wretched
 
quisling that have betrayed them to the foes?
Racing, their hearts beat and they cannot guess while the enemy swish nearer
sting and buzz and they have got to
take defeat and fall back.
 
Unarmed against the enemy they flee to the protection of the
villa with its huge windows
where no bees can reach them and like a real
Xanthippe mother yells at them to get out of the
 
yard where it has become very dangerous.
Zulu, the Maltese poodle continually does howl outside.


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Gert Strydom, 29 july 2016

Just for a moment it is there

Just for a moment it is there, the lightning bolt that falls
and the smell of something that burns and melts next to a puddle
from where the blue spark bright blinding touches and reach
and with a terrible thunder suddenly roars
 
with fear on the faces of my child, my wife
that just where I am standing
that lightning bolt does menacing fall.
In that moment’s blinding blue light
 
while a terrible rainstorm pours down
and I do shake like a reed
I do know that such moments does not linger
but you can take them out of your thoughts again
 
just like moments of bliss and happiness
where the touching, the colour, the sound and smell does remain
and etched you can find that moment again
from where like old letters you do fold them up and keep them in a small box.
 
When more lightning bolts slam down my ears are tingling and ringing
while I run to where the woman and child is waiting on the porch
and in the garden its twilight, almost night
where the woman and child are both crying from emotion.


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Gert Strydom, 28 july 2016

There are people

(in answer to Mteto Mzongwana)
 
I am astonished at how things in the new South Africa do go forward,
see the mountain and places around Pretoria in flames,
hear a the ramble of a uprising at the universities where people are fighting
and others pray in groups for peace amid great suspicion.
 
At schools some girls are raped until they are pregnant
and Christian teachings are unknown,
boys are chopped with axes and swords and are bladed
and some children do disappear without a tract and are missing.
 
The false prophets in parliament keep telling people
how they create jobs,
that it goes well right through the country
and people are hungry, impoverished and at the portals of hell
 
because as in the far past crowds are coming from eMbo
(from every African country to the north)
under a new Nguni and Dlamini in a second great roving expedition,
while the country looks like Eden and a rainbow nation paradise
and everywhere there is racism and political correct fraud,
 
terrible unemployment
and in South Africa it goes far better than it ever has,
 
on the highways in Gauteng people pay e-tol
and most motorists are fed up with this new tax
where the other roads are full of potholes
and the conditions in state hospitals are terrifying.
 
             l’Envoi
 
A poet must tell the truth
and cannot talk injustice, dilapidation and lies good
of a country that is sketched as ideal
but in reality is nothing but another rubbish heap state.
 
[Reference: ”Es daar mense” (There are people) by Mteto Mzongwana.]


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Gert Strydom, 28 july 2016

Unknowing we may be living in a war zone

To the front in the road
blue Metro traffic cop lights flash,
a roadblock is set up and pistols
are aimed at the occupants of a car
in the bright daylight
and bombs are removed from the criminals
which the PCF-community guard report
was meant for the blowing up of teller machines.
 
An armoured car parks at a bank
where four guards with machineguns
and two with money canisters jump out
and one of them commands me to halt
when on the sidewalk I want to pass
and all of them become very angry
when I do not take notice of their antics
and screaming.
 
At times I do hear jets bursting through the sound barrier,
see the snow-white lines against the bright blue sky
when I hang the washing
and wait upon the winter sun to bake everything dry.
 
Right through the night my dogs bark
at a police helicopter
that swishes up and down
our well to do suburb
 
and it hits me when we drive into the garage at home
that unknowing we may be living in a war zone
 
but it is safe where we live
behind steel palisades, barred windows
and steel gates
with a emergency button to press
for the ADT-security’s armed response
that arrives within five minutes.
 
[Reference: PCF = Police Community Forum.]


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Gert Strydom, 27 july 2016

Holiday

When the sun does flower outside
the children want to rollick
but you are still asleep
and will not be ready for some time.
 
You are glued to the mirror
and with your DD-breasts you are too fat in your own mind
while you do look at yourself in your scanty bikini
where you do have a perfect figure.
 
On the beach I do apply sun-tanning lotion to your body
where you sit under the shading umbrella
while every man does watch you
and from behind sunglasses you do peep at the other people.
 
Every afternoon we eat at a restaurant
on the edge of the beach
where you order seafood and the children feast on their steaks
and you do regard the holiday as miserable
even when we do drive out to places
and the children want to stay forever at the sea.


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Gert Strydom, 26 july 2016

I yearn for the secrets of nature (sonnet)

I yearn for the secrets of nature
where wild game graze next to the dust road
and I long for the veldt where it is silent,
silent from the bustle of the city,
where the sky has an own blue hue,
where the rain comes in the afternoon with thundershowers
and you can see interesting things if you look carefully,
can be astonished by insects, animals and flowers
but in the city I hear the turbines of Impala platinum singing continually,
are choking from the coal smoke from the squatter camp that is nearby
and on the highway people are angry and cannot restrain themselves,
at factories in the distance I notice pollution and vapour,
the money machines at Carnival casino jingle without end
and on Friday afternoons the whistling of the alarms echo
when poisonous gasses and dangerous things build up at the factories
and it is at these times that I want to leave the city,
go back to the veldt where you can find the works of God
and be able to believe in Him with the faith of a child.


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Gert Strydom, 25 july 2016

At 52 the nuts of my country are stripped

At 52 the nuts of my country are stripped
so that nothing can fit together anymore
and everything in my world has changed.
At work I have been retrenched
and I can get no other work
in my profession
(for which a person does need a university degree
or two)
where the past of other people
is now catching up with me
as my country has experienced affirmative action
and that just for some people.
 
Some young people who are already mature
do attend church
but are not interested to be baptised,
do not even live out the principles
of that religion
and young girls in mini dresses
that is so short that you can see their panties
do lead out the song service from up front
and they do pray to daddy God
while a older gentleman
do scream in a black native language
on someone that whispers in an emergency during a service.
 
People do walk over others from their own people
to fit into the political correctness
where they work at the police or civil service
and the Yin-Yang (good and evil),
the point of view that every person is a god
and for others the prosperity religion
that does believe that those who are prosperous
are the only ones that are blessed by God
is very popular.
 
There are many old people who are an embarrassment
to their children,
and they are suffering from misery and poverty.
Some young children have got to wait a turn
to eat or not
and I do talk to God
over all of these things when I do kneel down to pray.


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Gert Strydom, 25 july 2016

A strange dream (triolet)

At night I have the strangest dream
where all of my hope is swept away
but everything is not how it does seem.
At night I have the strangest dream
but in love you do vow and deem
to love me past every night and day
but at night I have the strangest dream
where all of my hope is swept away


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Gert Strydom, 24 july 2016

The beach, the morning

(in answer to Patrick Cullinan)
 
At early morning dawn
eighteen big busses appear
some with Putco, Morning Star
and others with Amagolang signs on them
and on their top roof racks.
Everything is loaded from blankets,
wheelbarrows, chicken coops to primus stoves.
 
Durban’s South beach, North Beach
and Country Club
are packed with a throng
of black tourists everywhere,
who unclothe right there in public
and swim in all colours of underpants,
in white, cream and pink bras and panties
with black nipples and private parts
shining through when wet
 
and some old black grannies fill bottles
with sea water and a bit of sand
believing that it’s good medicine
while some chickens
in a great tumult of noise
are brought out of a cage,
are beheaded with a shining axe,
are plucked and on tent poles
spit fried on the beach.
 
Some men and boys
pull their pants down
and urinate near to a water tap
while others wait in line
at the toilets which are filled
past capacity.
 
[Reference: “The beach, the evening” by Patrick Cullinan.]


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Gert Strydom, 22 july 2016

Where star systems do disappear in the nought (sonnet)

Where star systems do disappear in the nought,
far away from our earth’s atmosphere
where nebulas, planets and stars shine
and dark holes absorbs everything near,
even past the burning jaws of hell
and where space does collapse into the abyss,
where solar systems form and get life
the omnipotent Lord God builds his fortress and His stronghold
and time, distance and space do make no difference to Him
when He comes to true salvation in the depth of distress
and His sovereign holy omnipotent righteous will
commands Armageddon and the jaws of death,
does order the spark that becomes thunder, the drops of rain
where on His judgement-seat He does judge and bless everything.


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Gert Strydom, 21 july 2016

Come to my flower garden

(After A. G. Visser)
 
Come in the spring and see my flower garden
when suddenly after the winter it bursts out in beauty,
when the roses do bud and later start flowering,
when the irises astound with all of their colours
and furtively morning glories trumpet forth the sun.
 
Come in the forenoon when a swarm of doves coo,
rejoice and flaunt and sing love songs to deep in the night
and daylilies open their cups yellow, orange and dark-red,
when the tiger lilies and gladiolas awaken after the winter
and the afternoon-ladies do peep at the sun.
 
Come in the afternoon when the jasmine, lavender and gardenia
carry their fragrances as they did in the early morning,
when the geraniums are full of flowers right up to winter
and the rain lilies flower in the purest white,
when the evening flower brings magic to the sultry nights.
 
Come at dusk when the sun sets over the hillocks,
when some flowers wait upon the arrival of the moon,
then find the magic that twilight brings
when the weaver, redbreast and sparrow do sing love songs
and you are surrounded by beauty from everywhere.
 
Come when the moon rises red and later becomes silver-white
when in longing I yearn to have you close
that you my darling can experience the magic of each flower cup
before they wither away with the course of time
and I can show you the loveliest of our flowers.
 
Come let us together experience the colours and fragrances
and in love and happiness visit and laugh
before the summer of our lives come to a end,
past the last years of old age
where only in thoughts we will have a piece of this paradise.
 
[Reference: “Rosa Rosarum” by A. G. Visser.]


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Gert Strydom, 21 july 2016

Warriors of the civil service

To where blankets hang during the afternoons
on the balconies of flats
to catch the last afternoon sun
a whole impi does return at nightfall
 
from where they daily sit in offices
behind desks,
of the new civil service the top product
with pens that scribble, scratch and screech on papers
 
and they make as if they are very busy,
do send citizens continually round and about
with there attention focused on the clock on the wall
and at five a clock they rush out in a throng,
 
together with each other in a ancient war dance
and before the sun sets they sing at the nearest bar
united in a wide semicircle
that makes the horns of the bull
 
while they manoeuvre and play,
do bet money on soccer teams
and just for pure fun
do shake dice and throw them out to roll.


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Gert Strydom, 20 july 2016

This morning the sky glitters blue

This morning the sky glitters blue
as if it is made
from lapis lazuli
with a deep azure colour
 
and I do wonder
to where the grey clouds of last night is gone
but the wind
that had blown them away
is also missing
and the fragrance of flowers
hangs sweet in the air
 
and it seems
as if it is going to be a nice hot day.


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Gert Strydom, 19 july 2016

You must not show any fear

 
(in answer to Yehuda Amichai)
 
You must not show any fear,
and have to have a tan
even if not using
the malaria tablets
that causes you to burn spots
(which I take anyway),
scared of fever, weakness
and death that comes without it.
 
You must not show weakness
and I am showering
in a hedged off shelter
pulling the string
from a bagged bottle,
being afraid that all of the country,
will wash away into the dark.
 
In the daytime I walk patrols with special force soldiers,
sometimes are flown in by chopper in for hot pursuit
on enemy tracks,
some nights are dropped by parachute from very high,
but tonight while the moon is rising big and white,
huge enough to inspect
the dark ditches, the valleys in it
I am showering in the middle of nowhere
in a small military base
 
and after the battle I came crashing down,
crashing down in myself,
start retching,
shaking without anyone noticing
but are still dedicated to staying alive
and people think of it
as the ordinary soldier thing.
 
[Reference: “You Mustn't Show Weakness” by Yehuda Amichai.]


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Gert Strydom, 18 july 2016

My dear loving God

My God, who does have comprehension
for each thought, for every thing
that goes through my head,
who attentive like a father does see
how I cry and at times do sing
 
I ask you, where I now stand at a crossroad,
where in brokenness I do wander away from your law
that softly you will lead me back to the right way
and if you have to admonish me at times with love,
that you will draw me nearer even if I am contaminated by darkness
and will bring me to a way out (past every earthly restriction)
that with love you will wrap your arms around me
 
and where at times I do fall
that you will still straighten my ways
and your attentive glance will remain upon me
although you are at the other side of the universe,
that you will touch my heart and my desires
so that at a time I will also find rest
in a world where there is constantly conflict and discord.


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Gert Strydom, 17 july 2016

Sad tidings

When uncle Henry
(who had been my father in law at the time)
did beat the last retreat
on the golf course
 
Riana & I had to hurry
to Barberton to mother in law
to assist with the funeral
and Riana & I had to constantly wash the dishes
 
and Riana & I had to prepare
food and refreshments
for the horde of guests
that came to the funeral,
 
we had to help with the funeral letter,
go along to the veterinarian
with the beloved dog of the deceased
and I had to dig a grave for that poor animal
 
as for that old madam
(who had been my mother in law)
the poor dog had to be buried as well
on the day that I helped to carry her husband’s coffin
to his grave.


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Gert Strydom, 15 july 2016

Morning

When the early morning rays
captured the dawn sky
 
and it seemed
as if it is going to be another hot day
and the sun was changing from red to white
 
while trees did push up their fingers into the blue,
while the smell of flowers
did hang in a cloak around you
 
you did sit with me
and your eyes did distribute many kisses.


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Gert Strydom, 14 july 2016

Mirror image

Maybe it is a problem
that I am robust, purposeful and independent
as I can be no mirror
that only does reflect
your own humanity, your own thoughts
 
and what man is
frozen & stainless & mute
& shut & transparent & servile
& distant & aplanatic
in how he does exist
 
and at times
it’s as if you do view me like a mirror
when you comb your hair in front of me
does unclothe and stretch out your body
and do think that your nakedness,
 
the glance in your eyes,
the expression on your face,
your legs and arms
and your breasts
do leave no impression upon me.


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Gert Strydom, 13 july 2016

The sun hangs orange red

The sun hangs orange red
for moments
like the smashing sound of a gong
in the air
before it becomes white hot,
 
the screaming of plovers hover
long and stretched out
just as if somebody
has discovered their nests
 
and the black-collard barbet knocks
outside on the window
as if it wants to come in
 
and while I am still laying in bed
the world turns
and the new morning starts
outside around me.


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Gert Strydom, 12 july 2016

Divorce V

When shattered our love
brought my world to pieces
from the fifteenth flour I looked to the sky above
saw below how the size of things with height decreases,
 
saw my wife embrace her lover,
thought of getting all things over
 
and my broken life and my fallen pride
rushed through my head,
with thoughts of suicide
and being dead
 
but somehow these thoughts were mad,
I did not think that she was really worth it
and although I was shattered and sad,
I walked away from the precipice bit by bit.


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Gert Strydom, 12 july 2016

Divorce IV (Espinela)

Suddenly recalling the past,
as coming to life from within,
I dream of you against my skin,
feelings are in sheer contrast
 
but the summer days cannot last,
far too swift comes the early night
with flames dancing in the firelight,
I am lonely at the fireplace
while I remember your sweet face, 
that disappears, are gone from sight. 


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Gert Strydom, 12 july 2016

Divorce III

When something did happen to my darling,
when wire upon wire
she die remove her web
and it had been over another man
 
the pain did let me forget
of how special it had been
to be loved by her
and as if there had never been
 
something beautiful between us
I wanted to find a thousand reasons
that it’s better
that she is out of my life.


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Gert Strydom, 12 july 2016

Divorce II (cavatina)

I am grieved at that what you did do,
amiss our love
have been trampled into the very mud,
as to remove
that which had close bonded the two of us;
I disapprove,
calling upon all that is still holy,
as you are treating me very lowly.


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Gert Strydom, 11 july 2016

Divorce

Too suddenly our time has passed,
memories do constantly
cling to me,
the things that is intimate between us
does not want to end easily,
 
there is treason in each word,
with dividing the only thing on which we do agree,
secretive your paramour waits
at whom I stare hostilely
as if I feel like killing him.


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Gert Strydom, 10 july 2016

Respite

When the winter chill comes
with the transience
of each beautiful flower
in a own vulnerability
the winter rain pours down
as a kind of respite
for a time on every one.


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Gert Strydom, 8 july 2016

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, 7 july 2016

The peach tree

During the yellow-brown autumn season
leaves rain down in golden squiggles
retaining their own kind of smell,
as if the tree is still cherishing them
while the fallen leaves are turned into foil.
 
Plundered and stripped to a skeleton
the tree retains the revivalist energy
and in the beginning of spring
it is covered with new flowers
and with leaves that are appearing


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Gert Strydom, 6 july 2016

The gardener

The man must know that spring is almost here,
around him the garden is lovely,
and seedlings he is planting in rows
 
and his fruit trees run up to the top of the hillock.
At the break of day he is already in his orchard,
around him the garden is lovely,
 
where He is praising God for His blessings
and when he washes the mud from his hands,
at the break of day he is already in his orchard
 
and there is a realisation coming to his mind
and he is happy that all of this comes from his hands
and when he washes the mud from his hands,
 
he knows that God is more than just merciful
and his orchard goes as far as the eye can see
and he is happy that all of this comes from his hands
 
and its not as if he deserves this prosperity.
The man must know that spring is almost here
and his orchard goes as far as the eye can see
and seedlings he is planting in rows


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Gert Strydom, 5 july 2016

The old guitar (cavatina)

Without a song or sound it lays waiting,
gathering dust,
in the right hands it could sound quite lovely,
to sing it must,
songs of happiness and of some despair,
very unjust
life sometimes is; death brought the great silence,
that is now a lingering odd presence.


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Gert Strydom, 4 july 2016

Dear Lord God

Omnipotent Father who are from evermore,
who knows the future as if it had happened before,
on whom the sands of time has no effect
let we pray to you with the respect
that belongs to a deity,
while you do set us from all life’s perils free
and daily in this evil world as we do dwell
let us each other of a father’s love tell.
 
Holy loving Son who did come to live upon this earth
astounded the universe was at your birth,
when you did begin your redemption plan
and the Prince of Peace became a mortal man
who paid with his life sin’s cruel cost
and salvation came to all sinners that were lost.
Your kind of love that is selfless is hard to comprehend
where you do love past any obstruction right to the end.
 
Great Spirit who hovered over the dark unknown deep
with matchless power you do the future keep
when in the hearts of men you do speak with love
and do a work that no one can remove,
let us remember in how our lives we do live
that you do countless blessings give
and when you do make us of our sins aware
let us follow our conscience and of our evil deeds beware.
 
Great Trinity that came to be by ways unknown
your presence in this world is shown
by nature’s beauty and the tender care
that is present everywhere
and when men do their own way go
may they of your presence know
and turn back to the righteous way
while they live in your loving care day by day.


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Gert Strydom, 1 june 2016

Still life

She wears a kind of apron,
both of her hands are full of paint
where she is standing on the dark-red porch,
 
some shadows are burnt into the painting
and weeds bubble out at the steps,
both of her hands are full of paint
 
where she is observing it, does frown, and does drop the paintbrush.
She gazes at tables on a hobbling street
and weeds bubble out at the steps.
 
She does talk thought struck
but looks at Spanish building and a sea background,
she gazes at tables on a hobbling street
 
and later she moves around in the kitchen
and she has to serve some food
but she looks at Spanish building and a sea background
 
and she is scared that her husband is going to notice her newest painting.
She wears a kind of apron,
and she has to serve some food
where she is standing on the dark-red porch.


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Gert Strydom, 30 may 2016

Two sides to everything (cavatina)

(after Judith Rodriguez)
 
Some devious fiends hold to the statement
that there’s two sides
to everything and to each viewpoint.
Some horror hides
in oppression in this very principle,
forcing to abide
as a true view sheer inhumanity,
anti-Semites killed millions gladly,
 
said they were only doing their duty,
and then to blame
they left a whole nation while they had fled,
in the great name
of patriotism, for the fatherland,
they brought great shame
and while they just meant extremely well,
they sent innocents straight to fiery hell.
 
[Reference: “How Come the Truck-loads?” by Judith Rodriguez.]


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Gert Strydom, 27 may 2016

I have missed my country

I have missed my country
and suddenly did land in another world
where everything is third worldly
and does fall apart and is backwards.
 
Before I could wipe my eyes
people are working in government offices
and they do believe that the day of tomorrow will come
to do the things that is necessary
 
with those that had been qualified
pensioned off early
so that everything is in a mad confusion
and I am lost on another planet. 


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Gert Strydom, 26 may 2016

The sardine run

Near autumn each year
shoals of spawning sardines gather
to travel from their living arias
(in the Southern and Western Cape)
along the hot waters of the Agulhas Current
moving inshore against the coastline
(up to about Durban)
before dispersing and travelling
back to their home waters.
 
Hungry gannets hover above the shoals
before diving from heights
of up to thirty meters
with wings half closed
piercing the water like arrowheads
 
gulping down fish
as fast as they can,
floating on the water in great numbers,
having lost the ability to fly.
squawking as if complaining
that they cannot eat anymore.
 
On the fringes of the shoals
huge numbers of sharks, stingray, kob,
skates, kingfish, tunny,
barracuda, snoek, tuna, and bonito lurk
in the warm water
but never going
right into the shoals
 
and ashore numerous anglers
are trying to catch game fish
all along the coastline
while the sardine run is on
 
and some people
gather buckets full of sardines
from the waves on the beach
if the fish dare it
too near to the shore.


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Gert Strydom, 25 may 2016

He lies stretched out in the sun

He lies stretched out in the sun
in the area next to the rugby field
that is still wildly overgrown at places
where a game reserve had been at a time.
 
He is safely fenced in,
protected against homeowners,
even some schoolboys
that wants to throw rocks at him
 
and like a wild animal
his hiding place is in the thick grass,
in the thicket and trees around him
there are birds that gambol
and some are building their nests.
 
He watches them somewhat hidden and amused
and he looks with mistrust
at the young man
that notices and calls him.
 
Ignoring the human he washes himself further,
does stretch out contently in the sun
and he cannot decide if he wants to climb a tree
or do want to find his prey in the gutter,
 
where he watches the world with his cat eyes
which yellow-green
does regard everything around him
and where he lies stretched out
he is the king of his own region.


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Gert Strydom, 24 may 2016

Africa

When I look to my own continent
there are only ruins of places
that at a time was glamorous and I struggle to fit in
the beautiful places where waterfalls does roar
and I see people who are ravaged by famine, war,
unrest and a population explosion,
people who die from pestilence,
who live totally immoral,
and wild animals do disappear into hungry stomachs,
while I am blinded by the sand
as if the desert is crawling
deeper and deeper into the continent
and the political majority does devour everything
until nothing is left for anybody.


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Gert Strydom, 23 may 2016

There’s no other country

There’s no other country
where I have seen the same blue hue
in the sky, have experienced
the same notion of experiencing
something so pure.
 
There’s no other country
where day by day
I have experienced the sun
flying up in its arc
like a eagle on its wings
 
but then one morning
a series of gunshots awakes me
where my neighbour across the street
lies bleeding
 
with robbers racing away
with his stolen car, passing me in a blur
and I wonder if he is still living,
rushing over the road to try to help him.


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Gert Strydom, 20 may 2016

When death’s fingers do me touch

When death’s fingers do me touch
do not let a preacher come
to pray for me.
 
I will walk alone with my God
who stands free from men
to meet Him face to face.
 
Do not let a doctor come
to take away the pain
or give the strain of tears
 
let me be to experience
the blazing sun setting in the west,
to see the moon rising in the night sky
 
let I live life and follow the course
that destiny designs
and still make your love mine.


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Gert Strydom, 19 may 2016

I wonder where is an untouched place that firmly does stand

Was the Son of God ever seen aeons ago strolling on South Africa’s farmland?
Did He take the fine red-brown earth in His omnipotent hand
where now are the factories, the furnaces and the concrete buildings of hell
and I wonder where is an untouched place that firmly does stand
while human beings are under money’s evil possessing spell?
(Still life is just a brittle, wilting, decaying strand
while we do in technological palaces dwell.)
 
Is there anybody who still does God’s countenance of love display
and who still does walk upon His righteous way
right up to the New Jerusalem
while the forces of darkness creep into the very day,
while God does keep the winds of war in check
or do I struggle alone along the narrow way?


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Gert Strydom, 18 may 2016

You never came

You never came
and time caught on to me
while I waited in vain
 
and still you did not know
that I was expecting you
to appear out of the blue.
 
Longing gave a wish to me
to be with you
but even though you love me too
 
the pressures of live demands
that I am here and you are there
and at times live isn’t fair
 
and divine you are
but a human still
and what can I say
but how much I miss you.


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Gert Strydom, 17 may 2016

I am afraid

I am afraid, my Lord divine,
that a life of constant trouble is mine,
that most men do part from Your ways
and do not see the way where Your glory does shine.
 
In this world of constant chaos You are the omnipotent deity,
the only one who set men from their troubles free
and yet evil brings this world closer to the Judgement Day
while all peace and rest is only in Thee,
 
while by science men try to prove that You are not
and a twisted, distorted view of You they have got
while with mercy and love You do offer restraint
and do not destroy, devour or remove the lot
 
while You do possess immortality,
are from the evil ways of this world free
and selfless love is in Your eternal plan
while You do dwell in infinity
and are trying to save all the descendants of man.


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Gert Strydom, 15 may 2016

The silent countdown

Beyond computer screen they sit
with missiles aimed and primed
and are waiting on that moment
to on command turn keys simultaneously
to unleash somewhere on earth the fiery hell
that man has built
but the days stretch on and on
and run into many years
and might to eternity go
or in a great bright flash
the moment may come
to extinguish every living thing.


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Gert Strydom, 13 may 2016

Without matter

Without matter to what you think you do know,
without matter to what position you do have in life,
be to judge other people very slow
even when you do witness unhappiness and strive.
 
Without matter to what experiences you have lived through
give others the chance to be themselves and to explain,
be careful in the way that you do act, in what you do,
as you could be responsible for unmentionable pain
 
when you do conclude to what you on the surface do see
and do not know the true feelings in the heart
the intention of what things is going to be
as living is a special, knowledgeable kind of art
 
in which each person does only play a role
but it does affect the world in whole.


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Gert Strydom, 11 may 2016

Dare you character?

Dare you character accompany me
into the unknown that lies beyond life,
to a place where no man truly knows
how it is going to be?
 
Dare you character accompany me
to a place where there is no awareness,
no feelings or thoughts
in the depths of death?
 
Dare you character accompany me
to a place where no one is really free
until that great trumpet of God does roar?
 
Dare you character accompany me
to a place where the whole world does change
from what it was before?
 
Dare you character come along forevermore
to the shining gates of heaven
or the burning portals of hell
in that last awakening?


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Gert Strydom, 10 may 2016

Once I wrote a kind of happy song (Orléans rondel prime)

Once I wrote a kind of happy song
but could not record its sweet melody
and then I was longing for somebody
with whom my life did go terribly wrong
 
and the rhythm of that tune stayed, was strong,
while the words was somewhat like a parody.
Once I wrote a kind of happy song
but could not record its sweet melody
 
Now of that song I have lost the body,
lost it like a child a among a throng,
do not know where any words do belong,
it could have been a kind of rhapsody,
once I wrote a kind of happy song
but could not record its sweet melody.


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Gert Strydom, 9 may 2016

There is no other saviour

There is no other saviour for all the woe of humanity
than You my God,
no other person in the universe that does set men free
and some people find it odd
that I do find my peace and hope in Thee.


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Gert Strydom, 5 may 2016

Alone we come into the world (for my mom on mother’s day)

Alone we come into the world,
beginning as cells
from somewhere unknown,
fall into life and the experiences of it
and are born from a mother without choice
 
but if it was possible to choose a mother
no other one would have been as wonderful as you
and my existence is knotted into your life
from the time of my first heart beat
 
and although you are frail with the years
still firmly you stand against the blows of destiny
and to me mother you are very special throughout the year
while at times life does frighten me mother
and still you take all of my cares to God.


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Gert Strydom, 5 may 2016

With hunger in your eyes

With hunger in your eyes
you did look for a moment at me
with a gaze that does not recede before anyone’s
as if from me
or from someone else you would find help,
as if I had to hear you begging voice
and you did tremble in the cold wind
and somewhere you did loose your own humanity
and again
you wanted food from me
where you were wandering helpless between the shops
and I did not know what to tell you
as life did also turn its back on me
and I did draw the old jacket tighter against my body.


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Gert Strydom, 4 may 2016

Please do forgive

Please do forgive all the sin that I have done,
even that heart-held unmentioned one
and all of the vain and evil thoughts, which came before
of which the effects do in the lives of others still run
 
Please do forgive the sin which fortune for me has won,
also the ones that I in my heart of hearts do shun,
where in innocence I took They name in vain
and those when out of control I do spun
 
and all the thoughts that were impure and many more
of which your just record does keep score
and all of the times that I have caused pain,
brought trouble to another’s door.
 
I know that You do sin utterly deplore,
but please take me safely to heaven’s far off shore.


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Gert Strydom, 3 may 2016

Hoba West Meteor

Near Grootfontein at Hoba West
in Namibia
I saw the fifty-five ton rock lie imbedded
into the earth
where as a fireball it fell from the sky.
 
That burning piece of iron rock,
could have fallen upon my town Springs,
could have wiped my suburb,
my home into the naught,
 
like a nuclear device dropping from up high,
in bolide form could have exploded
in blue thunder, could have vaporized
everything in the vicinity
including me, my dogs, my cats
and neighbours too.


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Gert Strydom, 29 april 2016

When I do consider how my time is spent

When I do consider how my time is spent,
where my emotions and deeds from You I cannot hide
while Your love and goodwill does go far and wide,
in work for others without pay at times I am bent
and whatever I do, You are always present
but at times it feels as if you do me chide
while what I am and am about cannot be denied
and humbly I ask that You do my thoughts of doubt prevent
as Your love, Your goodwill and presence I do constantly need
and but foul and deplorable are my efforts at best
where I am following in a sinful mortal state
trying in my devotions to catch some speed
but each day rushes past without a moment of rest
while almost intolerable people do on me wait.


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Gert Strydom, 28 april 2016

I see him doing carpentry

I see him doing carpentry,
smoothing a piece of hard wood with a plane,
clamped on a big old vice
before cutting it, sawing it off
to the right length
and there were fire in his big blue eyes,
a burning intensity and integrity in them.
 
The smell of glue and sawn wood
tell tale from his tool shed,
with always a instrument,
sometimes a pencil, a hammer, a saw
in his big calloused hands
and a tenderness, compassion, love
in the eyes that looked at me.
 
He was a man who drew up plans
and build a big church
with his bare hands,
without charging for his labour
 
who knew the exact amount
of bricks, bags of cement,
lintels and whatever
went into a building or house
just by looking at the blueprints
and who could immediately
tell you the cost
almost to the last cent
 
and his workplace was tidy,
with everything in its place
and my grandpa was gigantic to me,
until one day
that a huge door
at a building came loose
and fell on him thundering
 
cutting his internal organs,
causing internal bleeding
and at the time
the doctors could do nothing for him
 
and he was an educated man
who swore that no child of him,
would have to be an artisan,
would have to work with his hands
like himself,
 
who wanted each and everyone
to get a proper education
at university
and have a decent job
and a great life.


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Gert Strydom, 27 april 2016

When the two of us met

When the two of us met
there was happiness and tears
and it was if our destiny was set
for many great coming years
sparkling were our eyes and we were bold
with a strange kind of fire in every kiss
and our feelings were new and old
in a unknown kind of bliss
 
the brightness of the morning
touched the specks of dew on your brow
when sadness came without warning
of the moments that we do feel now
when our true feelings are unspoken
and day upon day suddenly came
where apart in longing we are broken
and for weeks the days remained the same
 
while time with you I do covet
and the sound of your voice is still in my ear
while the feeling between us I cannot forget
and to me you are still dear.


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Gert Strydom, 26 april 2016

John Phillip

Forever the wandering ghost
of that meddling interfering missionary John Phillip
is haunting, and he is bellicose
and in the highest ears he again lets his words slip
 
and once again he acts the same
as at Slagtersnek where rebellious farmers did hang high
(were hanged again when the ropes broke)
and once more he slanders the Afrikaner’s name,
while innocently he tells lie upon lie
and here and there a funny joke.


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Gert Strydom, 25 april 2016

On Pretoria (Italian sonnet)

On Pretoria (Italian sonnet)
 
I have not seen a city more fair
than Pretoria during spring
when on every street Jacaranda trees are flowering
and the scent of those flowers is in the air
 
and you might not find this kind of beauty anywhere
but in Pretoria where the faces of people are smiling
and to live in Pretoria during this time feels exciting
when any other city seems stripped, naked and bare.
 
From the outer hillocks history does its marvels display
where monuments rise as a token to existence
and churches, hero acres, offices and theaters lie
in the hazy beauty of the new day
while the people live their lives with persistence
as the days leap into years as they pass by.
 
 
Oor Pretoria
 
Ek het nie ‘n mooier stad gesien
as Pretoria in die lente
as Jakaranda bome op elke straat blom
en die geur van daardie blomme in die lug is
 
en dié soort prag sal mens nêrens anders vind
as in Pretoria met glimlagte op haar mense se gesigte
en om gedurende dié tyd in Pretoria te wees maak mens opgewonde
as elke ander stad gestroop, naak en leeg lyk.
 
Van die buitenste heuwels vertoon die geskiedenis wonders
waar monumente rys as ‘n teken van bestaan
en kerke, heldeakkers, kantore en teaters lê
in die wasige skoonheid van die nuwe dag
waar mense leef met volharding
as dae na jare spring soos wat hulle verby gaan.


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Gert Strydom, 24 april 2016

Return

Returning to my Pretoria,
is like to stepping into a place
that is my own,
where I can feel
my own life beating,
 
where days run into remembrance
and passion does stretch almost endlessly back,
where life does take me back
to a place full of promises,
 
where flowering trees
does welcome me
 
as if that place stays part of my life.


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Gert Strydom, 22 april 2016

Cecil John Rhodes (Italian sonnet) (in answer to Rudyard Kipling)

Some people followed your dream in your day
but to others it brought pain and death, as they died,
in war and concentration camps while you were full of pride
and for deliverance women and children did pray
 
while some saw you as gay, but not only in the happy way,
while roughshod you did over any opposition ride:
beware them that was not on you or your queen’s side
as with the lives of nations you did play
 
and where you are in eternal rest
the judgement of God will at a time be on you
as only He does the ways of nations ordain
your deeds, your life is forgotten at best,
as only to your own pocket you were really true
and to the innocent you brought poverty and pain.
 
[Reference: “The burial 1902” by Rudyard Kipling.]


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Gert Strydom, 21 april 2016

Afterwards

After making love your skin glows
and your have energy
as if something is living in you
and with fire in your eyes
 
we quarrel, being two separate persons
and I frown at your words
that are hurting, but they belong to us
and with a sweet kiss you smooth
 
my troubles away and we laugh
while you lie naked against me
with your nipples pressing
against my chest
 
and the room cools down,
while darkness is sheltering us
and outside the rain falls
as without end
 
and while you sleep
in the moonlight I trace the lines
of your face
amd feel you breathing against me.


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Gert Strydom, 20 april 2016

I walk in the veldt near to Majuba hillock

I walk in the veldt near to Majuba hill
where once farmers in battle stood
and the morning wind has a chill to it
where a bullet hit a British general true and good
 
and all that I feel is the lost,
the lost without measure and the severe cost
that British forces made women and children pay
and here at this outpost,
 
not even at the sight of the greatest victory
can I find any peace in me,
even if I fired that selfsame gun
that killed major general George Pomeroy
or drilled a hole right through
1st EarlHoratio Herbert Kitchener
 
it would not take away the killing, the homicide
that the British brought
and the terror, the injustice,
the inhumanity will never be gone.
 
[Poet’s note:  This poem is written in remembrance of the twenty thousand (some figures are as high as thirty five thousand) innocent white Afrikaner women and children that died in British concentration camps, after their farms were scorched by the British in the Anglo-Boer war in South Africa, which includes a great grandmother of mine. For a clear picture of these atrocities read my epic poem “Through the eyes of a field coronet” which is based on the eyewitness account of field coronet JJ Potgieter.]


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Gert Strydom, 19 april 2016

Vain are the words and deeds that are mine (Rubiyat sonnet)

Vain are the words and deeds that are mine
when they are not inline with Thine
and in this life when things go really bad,
when little by little my faith does decline
 
You are the omnipresent Deity
that does daily dwell with me,
who with selfless love brings me back
to answers that I did not see
 
and although it feels as if I am on my own
You do never leave me alone
and when all people do me forsake
You are still my friend, the only one
 
and although I daily struggle to survive
You do continually bring sense to my life.


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Gert Strydom, 18 april 2016

When I do find no place of peace (sonnet)

When I do find no place of peace
then Lord, You are a place of rest to me
and in the depth of pain and disease
You do from all evil set me free
 
and in the depth of all my woe
when it feels as if I am dead,
when my hope and strength is low
You do still clear the way ahead,
 
even when it seems as if my world is destroyed,
when it seems that all that matter is gone,
that life is an endless bottomless void
then You do still lead on
 
and when my heart is broken and full of fear
You still do control my life’s tormented sphere.


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Gert Strydom, 15 april 2016

Why I remember the Anglo-Boer war (John Dee sonnet)

They were tough men who believed in God
who used the holy word and the rod,
ancestors from Dutch and French Huguenot stock,
farmed with vineyards and livestock,
and our language and customs, to some odd
came from centuries that were harsh and hot,
where people herded sheep into a flock
from frontier life, where small children could cock
 
a rifle and could the hinterland unlock,
could fire at moving targets while at speed
but the British came to cause some amok,
destroyed women, children saw the need
to plunder, pillage, to burn, to kill, to shock
to make Christians, another nation bleed.
 
[Note by poet:  This poem is written in remembrance of the twenty thousand (some figures are as high as thirty five thousand) innocent white Afrikaner women and children that died in British concentration camps, after their farms were scorched by the British in the Anglo-Boer war in South Africa, which includes a great grandmother of mine. For a clear picture of these atrocities read my epic poem “Through the eyes of a field coronet” which is based on the eyewitness account of field coronet JJ Potgieter.]


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Gert Strydom, 14 april 2016

Lord, only in Your footsteps (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain)

Lord, only in Your footsteps there is life for me
and Your life sets me free from all of my iniquity
but every day I do struggle and fall
to stay step upon step with Thee.


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Gert Strydom, 13 april 2016

On a night

An orange-red sickle moon hangs low
above the light speckled darkened land
while all of the neighbourhood is asleep
and thoughts do into my mind creep
when I hear great paws walking outside on the sand
and in my heart a speck of fear does grow
 
as if something unknown wants to from the darkness reach
and everything outside is not how it does appear
when there is a rattling at the pane and a violent scratch
and in the blue-white glow of a lighted match
an unknown black predatory form draws near
while far away the waves roll in and out on the beach.


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Gert Strydom, 12 april 2016

Far too quickly time rushes on (Persian /Rubiyat quatrain)

Far too quickly time rushes on
and the happy days of youth are gone
and the company of your love does disappear
and you are the only lonely one


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Gert Strydom, 11 april 2016

Like any other person

Like any other person my hands are stained by Your blood
but every sin and my own will
and everything that can bring separation between us
are covered by Your wondrous blood.


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Gert Strydom, 10 april 2016

She lives beautiful (sonnet)

(after George Gordon, Lord Byron)
 
She has a kind of inner glow
that is reflected in her eyes
a kind of beauty that gods only can bestow
that is purer than the different hues of the skies
 
and wherever she goes people she does impress
with her sweet-hearted company,
with her cheery ways, how she flows in a dress
and yet her imperfections are many
 
but she has a quality that is lovely
that continually does stay with me
 
and she is so different
in the ways that brings to her grace
and comes over as innocent
in some of the expressions of her face.
 
[Reference: “She walks in beauty” by George Gordon, Lord Byron]


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Gert Strydom, 8 april 2016

Where this world is but a grain of sand

Where this world is but a grain of sand
in the enormity of endless space
while man struggles in a eternal race
to be more to achieve, to really live,
to love and be loved,
to matter to some one and to society,
in reality we are just actors on a stage
while the rest of the universe looks on
while the struggle through aeons rages
between the forces of the Divine
and the minions of hell
while destiny does leave no man free
from taking to a side
but yet the wave of time comes crashing
onto the shore of life
and like grains of sand we are swept along
when death does take dominion
and oblivion comes to whom and what we were,
to the hearts of our living descendants
when from life we are gone.


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Gert Strydom, 7 april 2016

On the day of my birth

On the day of my birth
I am with my own love
and everything on earth
or existing in the heaven above
means nothing more
than the sweet company
of the one that I do adore.


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Gert Strydom, 6 april 2016

The crucifixion of the Son of God

In anger some religious officials and Roman soldiers came
to arrest Him and called out His name
when in great apprehension and fear
Peter did draw his sword and chopped off Malcus’s ear
 
and when He restored the ear back in place
there was great compassion and love on his face
but still the officials and soldiers did not comprehend
that they were taking the Son of God to His end.
 
The crowd that wanted Him dead was unruly and large
and the Roman governor Pontius Pilate could lay no charge
but ordered his soldiers to have Him stripped,
to strap down each wrist and have Him whipped.
 
A crown of thorns was forced upon his head,
he was mocked while to a cross he was led
and this was the man that healed the ill
that fed multitudes and preached of love with great skill.
 
Jesus from Nazareth was nailed to a cross
and although those that were killing him was at a loss
He said:  “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do”
and if He himself would be eternally dead he did not have a clue
 
while without a fault He was from the day of his birth
but carried the sin of every converted human, of the whole earth,
could not connect with God while he did set others free
and did cry out:  “My God, My God why have You forsaken Me?”
 
Darkness came to the earth on that afternoon,
dark was the stars, the sun and the moon.
The Jews and Romans viewed this with dread
when the earth shook and people were raised from the dead.
 
To the Roman Centurion and his soldiers this was very odd
when they exclaimed: “Surely He was the Son of God”
and from the day that His blood did flow
God did His salvation on all people that do believe bestow.


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Gert Strydom, 5 april 2016

Today my heart is full of joy

Today my heart is full of joy
and while being mature I again feel like a boy
with all of the splendours of the world at his feet
as my darling, my beloved, is with me
and between us there is a kind of sincerity.
Although other women at time I do meet
they do me at times annoy
and I see clearly through each scheme and every ploy
as they do mean nothing and from them I am free
and do always long to be
with the one whom I do adore.


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Gert Strydom, 4 april 2016

A prayer (Sonnet)

(After Koos du Plessis)
 
Let me find a place of rest on this rough earth
that lies near to Your heart, as my best deeds do remain stained
and I do know the things that do draw me further and further from You
while daily I am involved in a fierce battle for survival.
Let me stay true step upon step in your footsteps
while Your wings do cover me continually
as every weak place in my heart I do know
and let Your life and your love become greater in me.
Lord, save me when from my own deeds I am lost once again,
at times perplexed do not know where to go
and when my own conceit and weakness do continually wound me.
Out of the depths of misery and pain You do continually come and fetch me
and all of my success, fame and what I do possess are only borrowed to me
while time does continually speed on with my shadow against the ground.
 
[Reference: “Gebed” (Prayer) by Koos du Plessis.]


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Gert Strydom, 1 april 2016

On my birthday

(after Christina Georgina Rossetti written for the 3rd of April)
 
My heart feels like the morning breeze
that whispers through the flowering jacaranda trees.
My heart feels like a redbreast that dances before the rain
and sings its song of gladness again and again.
My heart feels like the first light of the breaking day
that burns intensely with happiness in each ray
but much more intense than these images is my joy
with the feelings that are between a girl and a boy.
 
Let I pray blessings to those that love and hate me
and from the iniquity of the my youthful past be free,
let my family and friends come from far and near
as there is much more to this day than does appear
as I am a grown man in the prime of my life
with a angel, companion and friend as my wife
and let there be rejoicing on my known earth
as my love is with me on the day of my birth.
 
 
[Reference: “A Birthday” by Christina Georgina Rossetti.]


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Gert Strydom, 21 march 2016

My heart has gone quite in me (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain)

My heart has gone quiet in me
and this is not from tranquillity
but from the sadness and all the hurt
that I do continually experience and see.


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Gert Strydom, 21 march 2016

Come to me

Come to me in the brightness of a day
or in the darkness of the night
and then let be whatever may
even if it seems wrong or right.
 
Come to me in the experience of a dream
and do compassion and love freely give
as there is much more to life than what it does seem
and with you I do want to constantly live.


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Gert Strydom, 20 march 2016

Soldier: yesterday

(in answer to Cornelius van der Merwe)
 
Out of the hell coming from stuttering Ak-47’s,
RPG-7 rocket grenades that destroy armoured-cars,
Stalin-organs that sing their deadly song,
T-55 tanks that circle in closer
men did return from the other side of the border
posthumous, wounded and bush-fucked
 
with every battle and the war won,
thousands of the enemy shot to pieces, killed,
their battle-tanks and armoured cars changed to scrap
so that even the Russian commanders realized
that against these brave men
they could not win.
 
Today these white citizen force soldiers
are seen by the government
almost as war criminals
and a monument had been built on a hillock
where they are not even mentioned,
 
where those that lost the war are esteemed highly
as the victors,
so as if history
can be turned back
by a corrupt black regime.
 
No revolution at Soweto, Langa and Nyanga
did force these Afrikaners to their knees
and in their God was their only salvation
against a vast majority of enemies and deadly weapons
in their fierce struggle,
 
but a bold-headed man (the leader out of own ranks)
did silently with his whole cabinet
walk over to the enemy,
and each other Afrikaner whose blood did flow
was betrayed and robbed from a chance of a existence
 
and around his head the Nobel price was hanged,
in his own glory, by himself being messianic
he was caught for long moments
as if he was bringing peace, while the death
of white farmers now circle out wider and wider
in the thousands.
 
[References: “En die omega” (And the omega) en “Soldaat môre” (Soldier tomorrow) by Cornelius van der Merwe.]


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Gert Strydom, 18 march 2016

At this place I have been before (sonnet)

At this place I have been before
where life like a smashing breaking wave just thunders on
and I do not remember anymore
as all those old memories are now gone
 
but in your eyes there is a kind of light
that keeps burning bright
 
and you have been my own darling
(of that I am pretty sure)
as there is something familiar to you
and yet holding you feels somewhat strange
as if again our lives have been rearranged
but still our hearts and feelings are true
as if past time and memories they do now endure
and knowing you stays amazing.


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Gert Strydom, 17 march 2016

There had been a kind of loneliness

There had been a kind of loneliness, a brokenness,
deep in your eyes,
a searching for greater meaning
and deeply moved
I wanted to bring something holy and honest to you,
with inadequacy
I did tattle when you did come right up to me
when with your loveliness I was moved.


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Gert Strydom, 16 march 2016

When the early the morning does begin (cavatina)

When the early the morning does begin
and you arise
my lady, the first doves do happy sing,
while the dew lies
on your garden’s most pretty flower cups
and in your eyes
with greatest joy golden the sun does shine
and forever I want you to be mine.


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Gert Strydom, 15 march 2016

Constantly I am astonished

Your beauty astonishes me constantly
when humility
does surround my whole life, shadows do fall,
with nobleness
you do become far more than just my princess,
oblivion
falls over the past when we do laugh together,
when I do yearn for each kiss from you.


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Gert Strydom, 14 march 2016

When I hold you tight

When I hold you tight
then I feel the depth of your trust
and I am aware of your heartbeat
as if every moment holds something deeper.


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Gert Strydom, 11 march 2016

Life is a gift

Life is a gift, a chance to exist
and some people have been great
while others will be greater still
and we do shape our life as best we can
act out the roles
of father, mother, brother, sister, daughter and son,
find someone to hold as the dearest of all
but still human we are
when at times we err, we fall
and our dreams are shattered into pieces
but yet constantly we do try,
we do reach to the unknown
with something more
than just a flickering of hope.


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Gert Strydom, 10 march 2016

Bus trip at night

In the winter outside it’s already dark
where we sit in the bus, ordered to a determined trip
and vague acquaintances from the daily coming en going do rise
while some others do dare loud conversations.
 
Outside a sickle moon hangs bright when the bus does brake
and your fingers do lock around mine and your eyes glitter like shining suns.
Your smile do entice a smile of my own and the worries disappear
where we are in a dungeon as slaves travelling between work and home
 
and strings of lights hang high and catch the eye,
as a enchantment to the cold city
but most of the people are grim, some somewhat sad
others are very tired and the bus does wobble on
roars up the hillock like an overeaten monster
that does vomit at the set bus stop.


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Gert Strydom, 10 march 2016

I have not seen the spark of life

I have not seen the spark of life
and yet I do know that it does exist
as people, animals, trees and plants
are alive all around me
 
and all the secrets of love I do not know
but wherever I do look its compassion does glow
and God in His glory I have not seen
but still He does His goodwill on me bestow.


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Gert Strydom, 9 march 2016

Kamikaze

(after Jan Swanepoel)
 
Behind me the sun shines blindingly bright
and the stormy wind devours along with me.
When I pull the lever to full throttle, my thoughts are clear as crystal
and I am not blinded by glory, patriotism and the will of God.
When I bind myself to the last moment of my life
it flashes past me like a movie in a bioscope,
the reason for my existence comes together in one endeavour:
to baptise the hellish enemy in destruction
and down I dive out of the cobalt-blue
past the crackle of heavy ordnance, past canister-shot
while I keep the aeroplane aimed precisely on the target
but for a last moment like the drawings of a great artist
my life is caught in a flaming death
to which all meaning does cling.
 
[Reference: “Kamikaze” by Jan Swanepoel.]


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Gert Strydom, 8 march 2016

Lucifer at sunrise

I
 
From the place that he calls home
mighty Prince Lucifer rose
stretched himself out under the sky’s dome
while everything was still at repose
throughout the world men were quarrelsome
a flock of birds did past close
but to him no final defeat had yet come
 
and he tasted the bittersweet victory
of the Lamb of God being nailed to a cross
and from that day his life had been transitory
filled with small victories and great loss
as his revolt (the age-old story)
had come at a personal cost
as had been recorded by history.
 
 
II
 
For mere moments he stood in awe
caught by the perfection of the rising sun
but still in place was God’s character, His law,
while a new day had begun
 
and he remember how it once had been,
of all the beautiful and great things that he had seen,
how perfect, how matchless had been his life
but now by his freewill he was leading a life of strife
 
and new strategies was in every thought
but for all the chaos and calamity that he brought
the omnipotent power of the Son
was still helping everyone
 
while God was ever-present watching him as a tiny speck,
continually holding him in check.


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Gert Strydom, 7 march 2016

The things in a town

In a building there are people singing “Gloria in excelsior”
and it’s beautiful like a choir of angels
but I do receive a track that insists on my salvation
and the traffic light does change.
 
Around me people past in a bunch
and on the other side an old white man holds out his hand
with a “good afternoon to you, sir” he greets me
and just there tries to block my way.
 
A flower vendor tries to push a bunch of deep red roses in to my hand
and says “buy them for the madam”
while the wind is jerking on his thin shirt
“mister, she will really like the roses.”
 
Right at the home affairs building
a camera is lifted to focus on me,
a hand with a pen is held out
and I slip and almost do lose my balance
 
and right there I wonder about the things that are happening in this town,
I want to escape into the veldt,
do see everybody standing with a stretched out hand
or maybe I want to return back to my Pretoria.


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Gert Strydom, 4 march 2016

When from me she is out of sight

When from me she is out of sight
in my innermost mind
her eyes do burn bright
and I do constantly find
 
some thoughts of her, of her great grace,
as if in the depths of my soul she does glow,
as if each expression of her face
I do intimately know
 
and yet at times it seems that I do know her not,
that knowing her breaks my heart and takes a lot
but still the emotions of her eyes
in my inner thoughts never dies.


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Gert Strydom, 3 march 2016

How chilly like winter

How chilly like winter have you been
with emotions of love stripped in the bud
and what dark unpleasant experiences I have seen
as if what love had been between us had been cut
 
and nothing of the laughter and light that I had seen at a time
was left as if it had been killed by decease.
You are happy as when our love had been at its prime
when you do talk and act with a kind of ease
 
as if of those happy days there are to be many more,
as if you do not want to be from this relationship free,
as if I am the only one that you do adore
and I do wonder what is to be
 
while in my heart there is a kind of fear
when in the evening to me you do draw near.


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Gert Strydom, 2 march 2016

Some times

Some times I wonder if God only knows
how I struggle in the depth of my throes
to find the right clear words to express love to you
while I do take destiny’s blows
 
and even if I say with all humility
that you are far more than dear to me
my words are totally stripped
as if from all meaning free
 
and yet I do still try to write
as to express my true heart I might.


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Gert Strydom, 1 march 2016

I love you

(for my wife, Daleen on 25 February)
 
I love you to the depth of the most distant reaches of my soul,
in the innocent ways of a child,
to the places where understanding does end,
but also to the intimate need of a grown man.
 
I love you further than my life does go
and I love you in each day’s
simple and complicated experiences
 
and on this birthday of yours
where we have been together for five years
 
I wish to love you to the very end of my days.


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Gert Strydom, 13 january 2016

Long Beach

On long beach
we swam in the cold water
before walking up to the wreck
of the Kakapo
which were covered with sand
with pieces of rusting iron
sticking out
like a big skeleton
and a round semi-circle at the back.
 
The sand was soft
and white under our feet
with Chapman’s Peak and Noordhoek
towering up above us,
within walking distance.


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Gert Strydom, 12 january 2016

As my eyes gaze into the dark night

I do not need stars to tell me
that my life, my destiny is written,
that somewhere someone reads
some thoughts of mine
and that everyone has a impact
on each other.
 
As my eyes gaze into the dark night
trying to see past eternity,
I keep looking for the light,
to see the presence of the One
that guides me.


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Gert Strydom, 11 january 2016

I see her dancing gaily

I see her dancing gaily
swirling the leaves outside
as if her spirit would forever be young
and although the autumn of my years
is all ready leaving its marks
I am still strong in body and spirit
and now a more mature man.
 
I see time creeping
into the corners of my body
and ever slowly chiselling
the features of who, I am
 
but still she embraces me
as if she’s part of the divine
with the knowledge of her ways
as if the entire world is mine
and yet sometimes I am cold
from her breath kissing my cheeks
and I realize
that I am turning old.


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Gert Strydom, 8 january 2016

Right against the morass

Forward I stride
in the mind’s swamp
immersing at places,
bogged down
in the damp mud
struggling on
treading were feet
had stamped before
through painful thoughts
and more happy ones.
 
Curtained off by swelling fog
rising all around me,
blotting out the copious flow
of the river of the soul
and the only thing
I am able to see
is the treads that I leave
below my feet, ever trampling on
through foul smelling, rotting weeds.
 
In front of me emerging
from all of this
a little hillock rises majestically
and I see hundreds of rock rabbits
running to and fro
along its slopes
and the nearer I get
the earth becomes more firm underfoot.
Orange-red aloes grow here and there,
Sugar-bushes with huge blooming Protea-flowers
are cupped in splendour in colours of red, white
and pink, scented sweet,
are all around me everywhere
as if I have stumbled
into a little piece of heaven
right against the morass.


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Gert Strydom, 7 january 2016

African September

Dawn now wakes me earlier each morning,
bringing light at a time
where a month a go there was only night
with a chilly breeze
 
and where the darkness
were like a blanket
spread wide over the garden, the houses
of the suburb
I now see the horizon getting grey
with the sun sneaking
slowly over it
 
and sometimes when I wake up
a little bit later
and pull the thick curtains open
and its already a bright sunny day
with a sweet freshness breezing in.


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Gert Strydom, 6 january 2016

A room in the past

It is a kitchen with a big settee,
and big old coal and wood stove,
a big table where the whole extended family
ate great meals, sat chatting for hours
sounding to outsiders
like a riot
with a fire burning joyously 
or only having comforting glowing coals
 
and at eleven in the morning, or four
in the afternoon
tea in porcelain cups, sometimes Swiss roll
or her own fruitcake
soaked in brandy
and baked to perfection was served.
 
It was a place where my grandmother
was bigger than life,
a lady born from Scottish ancestry,
but more an Afrikaner than me
with a true belief in the creator God,
where her love was a dazing light
 
till one sad night, leukaemia finished her years,
stripped her from me
while I was away at university
and the family
had never been the same again
like it was then
 
and suddenly that kitchen, that house
was stripped bare from furniture,
was painted and sold
and somehow I was the only one
who did not get
any last words from her.


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Other poems: 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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