Gert Strydom Poems

With all of my dreams
I did love you,
do remember how you eyes look,
can gleam of happiness
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I see him doing carpentry,
smoothing a piece of hard wood with a plane,
clamped on a big old vice
before cutting it, sawing it off
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Cold like people that live only for themselves
as if any other person is cut-off
those three doctors acted that night in casualties
of far death hospital
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God, help me, You did not create me
to beg for crumbs
and I bend my knees to nobody
but to You who deserve it
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Glory to God, some early birds does sing
while in winter the icy snow does glow,
in summers the sun rise hot and lovely
while there is some pleasure in everything,
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The autumn is in the leaves,
in the gestures of people,
when trees are already standing as skeletons,
the autumn is bringing pain
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Storm clouds spread
like a sinister monster
blurring out the moon
and stars
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I cannot under stand you
and love that’s vaporized and is suddenly gone.
It’s quarter to twelve at night
and you have broken my heart
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Between the time that the day dies
and the sun hangs precious
like a ruby in the sky
and the time that the day breaks
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To where have all the words gone
and why are memories
fading away,
as if they were never
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