Gert Strydom Poems

In Angola I wondered
how the land of the free
had the power,
to launch soldiers
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How single can a person become
when love dies
and how without any cause
can things become,
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At times I wonder
why stormy winds
daily rock’s my life
and to where
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With my mother of 86, half-cripple with me,
that waits in the long line outside Strubenvale Pick n Pay
an employee of Pick n Pay passes angry,
screams deafening with all her might:
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I want to remember you eternally,
I want to know you better than you do know me,
continually come back to you on each weekend,
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Being locked-down on my very own,
it's almost as bad as been left behind,
while where the death virus is, is unknown,
where I do struggle real answers to find.
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Just like spring when the blue sky is full of falling leaves,
there are three hundred and seventy parachutes that decent,
on a ominous day
with enemy AA-guns reporting
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At the Vaal river finches twitter
and nests hang all over the willow trees
and the fishermen
sit from dusk next to the water,
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It’s a long while back and yet it stays,
how she draws delightful on a cigarette
and drink a glass,
of yellow sparkling st. Anna with me.
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At times I dream
that I fall and fall,
into the unending abyss
without finding any place
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