Gert Strydom Poems

The emptiness deep inside
eats like a cancer on me
and I wonder where I
fit into this old life?
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(with apology to Koos A. Kombuis)

My love and song is totally wrong
not like something out of Afrikaner blood,
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(with apologies to Koos A. Kombuis)

I
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(with apology to Koos A. Kombuis)

When you are crying
I want to strive
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Something draws them back
and back again,
maybe it’s adrenaline.
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People lived their lives
as they wanted
just caring for the same and self-
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Some of your poems
were met with contempt
and yet above most
English poets your work rise.
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Even the smallest wild flower
that grows untended from the bare earth
catches Your eye, carries Your care
of sun and rain
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There’s an anarchic element in me,
an opposition to government,
a aversion to control, preaching disorder
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I

Here I am, a man that is world-weary,
in a month without rain
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