Gert Strydom Poems

The comforting warmth of the sun falling
through the window,
the voices of many birds calling serene
from the meadow
...

When tea is made at half past seven
and again at eleven
he comes from the grass where he has been hiding
or from a tree down he comes sliding,
...

I will even forgo important things,
want to stop the pain and destruction
that life brings
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I wanted to go back to my childhood days,
wanted to play with the delight of a child,
wanted to steal ripe peaches and hide them in my shirt
and I wanted to brake away from the here and now
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Hearing the doves
cooing from the sycamore tree
constantly as if they are in love
reminds me about your tender care
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Everything that I posses does not belong to me
but is a sign of Your love and great mercy
and even all my great and good deeds
do not make me free of Your crucifixion or of blame
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Tonight I did think of you
and outside the stars were faint,
a streetlight did shine lonely
and the smell of rain was on the dust,
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The morning sun hangs bright
over the city,
in a light blue sky
and False Bay, the big flat old mountain
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when there is nowhere that I do belong
life seems lonelier than on any other day

and while other people are happy and gay
it’s just another day that comes along.
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Far too many enemies were coffined in
battle tanks, armoured cars shot out
and in the roar I could not hear myself shout;
far too many enemies were coffined in
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