Gert Strydom Poems

Where people live in the concrete jungle
with apartments as their property
and no one knows of grass or flowers
or any natural life source
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I do believe that love lasts forever
even if after death it starts again
to find someone that is very special,
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Where on that hill of Calvary ages ago you were slain
You died there to quench man’s pain,
although still your bright light
shines down in every day and every dark night
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Like smoke the bubbles whirl up
in the wind’s frolicking game
hopping like horses that gallop
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No new horizons catch his blue eyes
when he gets the command for his freedom,
just the wide sky stretches out far above
where the sun blazes yellow in the blue
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I am a farmer
who are up before first light
and I drink my coffee
between the cows in the stable
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When I walk om Margate’s beach
something is caught,
in the sound of the breaking waves
and it echoes there forever more.
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When that wimp of a Englishman
called Cecil John Rhodes
decided that he wanted gold,
that the diamonds in his pockets
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The howl of the magic guitar
brings me intense pleasure
and he is stroking string after string
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When the ship sails away,
leaving the quay with space widening
setting a course into the sea
aiming somewhere over the blue beyond
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