Biography of Gert Strydom
Gert Strydom was born in 1964 in Johannesburg, South Africa. He matriculated at Estcourt High School after which he obtained a Bachelor of Business Administration degree (B.B.A.) at Andrews University (Berrien Springs, Michigan, U.S.A.) and apart from being a poet and writer he is an accountant by profession.
He was called up for compulsory national service in the South African defence force (SADF) for a period of two years during the time of the South African border / bush war and while following his profession was called up for several compulsory camps for several months as a member of the South African Citizen’s force and did partake in the National Colours Parade and in exercise Excalibur.
His predilection for poetry was stimulated by his late father who read Afrikaans poetry aloud at times, as part of his postgraduate studies at the University of South Africa. While living in Pretoria he attended the poetry writing school at the House of Afrikaans Poetry under mentorship of Prof. Ian Raper, where the other poets especially Ian Raper, Rosa Smit, Mandi Engelbrecht, André (Francois) Viljoen, Luchie Möller, Karlien van der Merwe and Jan Lourens had a great influence on the sharpening of his abilities.
Some of his Afrikaans poetry is displayed on the Woes web page at:
Some of his English poetry is displayed at:
© Copyright: Gert Strydom for all poems displayed on these web pages (Under South African law copyright exists for forty years from the date of publication.)
How long have I longed
that you loose your way in my verses
find something meaningful in them
that you along with me
cry and laugh at life
while for moments you are in my thoughts.
As a poet
As a poet I wanted to make wonderful verses that astound everyone,
wanted to write words that touch hearts and did not want to disguise anything
and I wanted to write verses that stand forever like monuments
but then I did realise that everything comes out of Your hand.
© Gert Strydom
- At False Bay (Persian / Rubiyat Quatrain... -new-
- When First She Came Into My Sight -new-
- A Cat As A Companion For Tea -new-
- I Am Weak -new-
- You Do Not Know (Italian Sonnet)
- Arrival 
- There Is A Limit Set
- The Visiting Prince (Italian Sonnet)
- Come Live With Me 1
- Little Princess In A Glass Box (Sonnet)
- I Do Like Appreciation
- Though The Night Passes Too Soon
- Anna Akhmatova
Gert Strydom Poems
Invictus (A Reply To William Ernest Henl...
While the night stretch black over me and in the dark sky I see countless lights burning high, I thank the God that made me free
Nightmares (English Sonnet)
There sometimes is really bad kind of dreams which you want to avoid, to be waking, when in your ears you hear your own screams, while your body, mind and soul is aching
I Love You (Villanelle)
(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning) I love you with feelings that are true and right, as our relationship has come with Godly grace, I do love you through every day and night,
Satellite observe mist cloud unexpectedly reactor flaming.
An Abandoned Bundle (In Answer To Mbuyi...
In a chilling world where man is nothing more than a mere animal it may be true
Water is my favourite drink, At times the best thing to quench a thirst That comes to me suddenly, Even though it's abundantly available
Gentling A Wildcat
The yellowish-red of the caracal blended like natural camouflage into the yellow-brown winter grass and when it moved its head,
The Rugby Player
Exercising he jogs around the field, stops, stretches, do some push-ups, pushing with power against the scrum cart, later running some sprints
South Africa Is Also My Country
From my birth South Africa is my own country and my people can flee to an island but my own culture and language stays holy although this place is not safe,
To Me You Are The Most Beautiful Woman
How can I catch in a single poem the scenery that I see in your eyes, the light that radiates in them, the starry look that they radiate?
A Man Of Integrity
I wish to be a man of integrity and no other type of man can I be.
From This City I Want To Escape (Free Ve...
From this city I want to flee, to find a place of some solace, not again I want to return, where city lights sometimes blind people.
When little Victoria played at the lake in Claremont Gardens as a child long before she became queen, did she capture a large swallowtail butterfly
I Have To Escape From The City's Roaring...
I have to escape from the city's roaring din, from the continuous rushing of hasty feet, to a place of tranquillity that I do adore where the breaking blue sea is rushing in,
I am no longer
because you have
When I was a boy
you forced me,
to go to war.