Gert Strydom Poems

Notwithstanding the way
that the country and world goes,
I still want to stand for many years
in the streets with purple-blue
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Father I know that my life
is measured out by Thee
and Thy will holds
the very best for me.
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It was my thirteenth year
and we fished with our friend
from Rhodesia
and he taught us
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Every poem stands
on its own legs
and although
it displays something
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The flue eats
my head and throat and body
and still you come and lie
close against me
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The flue eats
my head and throat and body
and still you come and lie
close against me
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Somewhere we lost the power
with which change,
could not touch our humanity.
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What do you do when your darling’s
grey dark eyed wondrous cat,
lies stiff at the back door
next to the Wendy house?
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At times I wonder why
those I love pass away
and battle to live,
when for others
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My friend says:
“Coffee is for a man of steel
who knows how
to get his capital out of it
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