Gert Strydom Poems

and even summer at its prime
at times against our passion seems temperate
and yet they may grow more intense in time
as between us nothing is just moderate
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Our intimate joy, the great tenderness
has something much deeper than just gratefulness
and in every touch when were are in bliss
it’s as if we are truly one in each caress.
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as misfortune, terrible things are headline news.
An unusual sudden flood, a tornado that destroys,
people dying gruesome somewhere else
draws readers and more and more newspapers are sold.
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Each of my forefathers stood their man
and in the evening with a Bible they sat around a table,
from the dark early hours they did already farm
and they stayed trusting the heavenly Father.
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Its night and up ahead I hear a loud bang
of metal upon metal and breaking, falling glass
when in front of me the cars suddenly brake
and somewhat macabre a horse grazes on in the field.
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Sometimes I do wonder how to catch
love in mere words.
Are you and I only coincidental
characters in it
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When a person visits the remains of the age-old city Petra
then you see steps that go up into the heights
and it does lie beautiful almost untouched as on a painting
but when you do at that place stand still for just a mere moment
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I want to shower you
with all the love I have got
to make certain that you will forget me not
and when the time of old age does come
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How can I want to say unheard things
when they lie outside the comprehension of most people?

Although simplicity comes with the naked truth
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