Gert Strydom Poems

Past the perspective I will find the old footpath
that leads directly to your heart, soul and body
to experience the blossoms of your lips in the spring,
to feel the sun of your eyes burn into me,
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Terrorist men in a cream coloured car blew up the world,
blew up the lives of many pedestrians
who were just innocents going on their own way
on twenty May nineteen eighty three.
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(after Stevie Smith)

Nobody saw him dying
when he was moaning
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(for Annelize)

You are the only true one,
against our love I have no resistance,
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Its blue pure perfect colour is the first we see
but there is a price to this beauty
it does overgrow anything near to it
yet its hue holds a kind of tranquillity,
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The tall red cannas as if nude
in the garden do flaunt their beauty
as if they have got a loving attitude
that they want everyone to see
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(for Annelize)

In the million eyes of my memory
your face is not clear as if it is tonight adrift
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(After Anyte)

He is still in my first memories,
the man that folds me into his arms
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The doctor, the police and a mortician did visit the house,
the tidy yard in the corner of the street,
the man had been stabbed to death, the woman raped
and our whole country is cursed with the plundering and killing.
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Too white and bleak was your face,
too lifeless you countenance.
your intense blue eyes closed
with no pulse beating in your heart.
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