Gert Strydom Poems

When the light dims from my eyes
there will be no fatherly hand
to hold on to mine
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When I long during the dark night,
with the stars shining bright above me
it's without the earth's viciousness,
it's as if Your love hangs in those lights
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Just as the first light falls through the window
I am already
on my knees
when my prayers go to the God of the universe
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Dress your legs with nylons
with cat eyes in between
glowing next to huge pylons
never serene, just weirdly obscene
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Like ants living clustered in, we do live
and are rushing
without noticing the red rising sun;
and everything
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Like ants living clustered in, we do live
and are rushing
without noticing the red rising sun;
and everything
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Continually the red weaver gambols around,
when the dove continually sings in sorrow
and he lands frolicking on the wet ground,
before it takes insects to its chicks
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Pale brown the thrush scratches in the garden
is pecking at earthworms that wriggle around
before suddenly it trumpets out its joy,
but when an old car rattles down the street
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Suddenly out of the blue
they came together and flopped down,
children wanted to shoot some with catapults
when wildly they flapped wings among each other,
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Maybe you can draw winter
in charcoal grey, without light,
or maybe you can old-fashionably
try to ascribe to a growing pain
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