Gert Strydom Poems

When I love my worlds starts to stagger,
when your depths enclose me shuddering
then I want to go deeper, do not want to escape,
when I love my worlds starts to stagger
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In life people play their own kind of games
call each other dear or some hurting names
and the world to its very final end
is in a way that no one can ever mend.
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Controlling a motorcycle on the road
is a lethal skill at which
you have to be a master
in order to survive on the road.
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If I meet you face to face once again,
what will we do then?
Will we ignore each other,
about one another not at all bother?
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Let freedom and victory get a own song
from the fields of blood and gore
while perished the men that were young
lie in silence forevermore.
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Three wise men passed Herod’s palace
searching for the newborn king
keeping their countenance and grace
before again leaving.
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Trees bend in the breeze,
the dead branch creaks under the force
that is moving it,
the eyes of the owl zoom in
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Our great redeemer that on this day
was born in Bethlehem and triumphed over sin
take all our hardships, our troubles away
while we come to You and let Your love flow in
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It was on a dark night
that the Lord of the ages
was born in a stable
and placed in a trough
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On a early summer day
while shepherds fed their flocks hay
all the earth was rejoicing
about the coming king.
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