Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 7,310 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Gert Strydom Poems

4481. Your Dressing Table In The Hall 11/2/2010
4482. Your Eyes 8/5/2013
4483. Your Eyes Burn Right Through My Soul 1/20/2011
4484. Your Eyes Burns Right Through Me 9/1/2009
4485. Your Face 3/28/2013
4486. Your Gaze Is Full Of Ice (Wyatt Sonnet) 11/17/2011
4487. Your Golf Playing Postmaster Father Was Your God 9/27/2010
4488. Your Hand Is In The Rain 7/29/2013
4489. Your Letter Is Beautiful 5/3/2010
4490. Your Love 1/11/2010
4491. Your Love And Pure Integrity Is Not In Dispute, Lord (Cavatina Sequence) 2/20/2012
4492. Your Love Is Wicked (Parody) 2/2/2011
4493. Your Mouth Did Open Softly Under Mine 7/3/2014
4494. Your Name 8/31/2009
4495. Your Name Will Not Carry Another Meaning For Me 10/4/2011
4496. Your Own Hands I Get My Daily Bread (Cavatina) 3/29/2012
4497. Your Penetrating Glance Does Silence My Words 5/29/2014
4498. Your Presence Is A True Delight (Common Measure Octave) 1/23/2013
4499. Your Presence Is Strange But Familiar 12/2/2011
4500. Your Smile Glitters With Beauty 9/9/2011
4501. Your Smile Is Like A Negligee 6/24/2010
4502. Your Smile, Your Touch, Your Glance (Cavatina) 4/2/2012
4503. Your Voice 9/6/2011
4504. Your Walking Away Is Measured In Watt 8/1/2016
4505. Your Works Display Your Righteousness 9/27/2011
4506. Zebras 11/14/2012
4507. Zimbabwe Frightened You 8/28/2010
Best Poem of Gert Strydom

Invictus (A Reply To William Ernest Henley)

While the night stretch black over me
and in the dark sky I see countless lights
burning high,
I thank the God that made me free
to choose which light to follow as a guide.

In dark circumstance and whatever fate brings,
destiny and chance do not conquer
and I still rise wiser
to life and its things

and my will remains free
to decide where my words
and actions belong
whether they are right or wrong
and to no human I bend a knee
and in all things I only answer to Him
who Captain’s me.

[References: Invictus by William Ernest ...

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One Morning I Saw A Man

One morning I saw a man
who looked at me
with red eyes
and his beard,
was unshaven and grew
rough and untamed.

The man looked familiar
and in the look in his eyes,

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