Gert Strydom Poems

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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Man did not heed the cloud,
the cloud looking like the hand of man
and I saw lightning falling from the sky
and it was manmade,
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Making love
should come naturally,
should be something of passion,
filled with romance
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Too many times back to war I have went,
have seen civilian men become soldiers
to face destruction, injury and death,
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Hazy the new summer day hangs,
the sky is cobalt blue
and here and there the dew of the night glistens
when the new morning unfolds in her glory
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Early on a winter morning in Cape Town
the rain is sieving down as it has done for days,
the sky is covered with grey clouds
and inside are you and I
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(after Antjie Krog)

Right at the front at the big old green board
the teacher waits with a strong wooden cane
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As they pierce the bright blue gleaming water
I have seen them leap and play
in a immeasurable ocean
glistening on a hot summer day
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Cemented into existing
among grey buildings, long grey days
they listened keen on hearing any whispering,
even tried to hear the breaking of the sea,
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