Gert Strydom Poems

Not with a machinegun, but with a pen
I write this prayer
since Your might is greater than any weapon:
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When I was in metric
(now grade twelve)
in the agricultural science class
an English girl took a chair
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(in answer to Jay Basu)

A spreading death-bringing thing concerned you
on that fateful Sunday night where you did act right,
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(for Daleen)

With my words, spirit and soul
my hands, lips and mind
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In any age you would be counted as fair
be called in your right by beauty's name
and not with makeup you have to prepare
as if from the most beautiful you came
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Every beautiful thought I want to save for you,
I want to sing a song of praise to you,
out of memories bring the beautiful to you,
do want to protect and shelter you in times of danger.
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You are more than just wonderful to me
and truly you do love and I feel the same
where we do know each other in honesty
and beautiful and lovely is your name.
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Our words do sometimes pass each other
and with the hearing there is a difference,
where words as message and meaning
with hearing do not want to stay the same,
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Maybe as the sweetest in life in all,
your sincere love stands totally alone,
its impact and acts are forever known:
I am as prehistoric Adam after the fall,
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Where stars are in the tree of the night
they do glow in the dark blue-white
when like a cat the moon sneaks higher up
before the red-day brings its bright light
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