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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 5 october 2015

We wait for something

We wait for something
on the other side of tomorrow,
as if something special
is waiting on us in the new morning,
as if it is destined to be
the greatest day of all days
 
and yet today holds its promises,
holds the joys and delights
that at times is happening
and sometimes also the suffering and pain
that does shape us for the future
 
and sometimes being alive and truly living
is present in only one unforgettable moment in time.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 23 september 2015

Early spring (Italian sonnet)

While the light of day does cease,
still outside many trees are blossoming
in the serene beauty of this early spring
but nature at this twilight has some peace
 
before the time of danger does increase
when nightly predators take to their wing
there is activity in the smallest nocturnal thing,
that hunts and feed and breeds with ease
 
as life comes to greatness in large and small
as every living thing is in a way special
in this time of new birth and change
and it’s as if the blessings of God fall on all
and even in things superficial
the entire world His hand does rearrange.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 22 september 2015

Tonight when you did come lie down next to me

Tonight when you did come lie down next to me
it was if I did smell the fragrance of wild field flowers,
in the darkness I could differentiate your perfection,
and you were the most beautiful flower
while your eyes did gleam emerald-green,
and I could feel your heart beating,
while it had been a enchanting evening
while the rays of the moon fell over your face
and beamed as if you were holy,
while we both did know of our passion,
did know of the deep bond
that our love does bring and you did lie comfortable
against me and I did touch your soft skin
while we shared the intimate hours of the night.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 21 september 2015

On this early summer evening

On this early summer evening
outside the fish and chips shop I stop
caught by the serene colours in the sky
 
of the setting sun, the hues
of yellow and orange flowing into pink,
the clouds hanging white
somewhat like patterns
or connecting pieces of a puzzle
 
against the dark and light blue sky
with rays shining through
giving brilliance to them
as if falling in spotlights
or in broad bands at places
 
with the sun finally becoming
a small glowing ball
just here and there
appearing through open patches
of the now darker clouds and sky.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 18 september 2015

There is a kind of light in my darling’s eyes

There is a kind of light in my darling’s eyes,
a kind of deeper thing
that pierces everything in me
as if a bond between us
does lie in her golden eyes
and at times I would want it different
and do not want to tell her
about my deepest things
as that which is between us does expose me
so that she really does know me
and it makes my defencelessness great
so that she really do know what she means to me
as if every moment does confess my dependence of her
and as if I cannot explore the whole wide world without her.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 17 september 2015

In three weeks a great change has come

Joshua, the man that helps me with my garden
says that my garden this morning
is jumping around with joy
and is dancing around with beauty
as there is something in the early spring
that draws a person to want to sing.
 
In three weeks
a great change has come
after the last grip of the grim winter
has been expelled
by the hot sun
and the first rain of spring.
 
There are blue, yellow, brown, turmeric coloured,
purple and pink irises that are flowering,
everywhere there are white, purple, yellow and deep red daisies
and marguerites
and the scent of white jasmine is right through the garden.
 
Geraniums in red, orange, pink and white
and some with mixed colours
are flaunting more beautiful than the other
and violet and speckled pansies
and pink, orange, white and yellow gazanias,
white, red, yellow, pink and orange roses
are luring bees, butterflies, doves, weavers
and even starlings
to visit the garden.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 september 2015

When the lightning bolts of life

When the lightning bolts of life
with blue-white sparks does flashing resound around me
then you are the silence that goes to my inner core
 
and when the winter does stretch out biting fingers
then you are the one who around a fireplace
do share moments in passion
 
and every morning you are the golden rays of the sun
that brings new meaning
to the darkness of my life,
 
who like the Cape’s winter rain
do soak to the depths of my soul
 
and in my pain
you are however the one
who is the centre point of it,
who knows where to lash out
the most terrible blows.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 september 2015

When your eyes glow like two suns

When your eyes glow like two suns
that shines above the dome of the sky,
that does penetrate me
with every glance from you
then there is something that goes right through my emotions
and even when I feel impulsive
 
its as if your eyes are always following me in my thoughts,
as if next to me you do experience everything,
as if our bond will last eternally
 
but more probable its because I do miss you
and cannot comprehend a life without you.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 september 2015

When you did come

When you did come
the world had changed
and what was our home
with time was rearranged
but between us all was still the same
and even your face, your body and name.
Although for a time separate the world we did roam,
love was still of our feelings the sum
when you did come.
 
When you did come back to me
all of our promises and joy was full of sincerity
and about the heartaches I did not care anymore
as life did change and nothing was still the same
as it had been before
but our feelings and our love was still aflame
and for me more precious you had come to be
when you did come back to me.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 11 september 2015

Jesus Christ

He knows the precise wandering of stars,
of every planet in the universe,
have power and the insight to create
things from the nothingness
 
speaks of the beauty of love
and his whole life is filled
by personal sacrifice
and the virtue that He brings
 
that goes beyond human mysteries,
while He gives power to the weak,
talks about another kingdom
than that which the people
 
of his generation did seek,
but in Him everyone does see
the perfect love of a creator God,
of a sinless human being.


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