Gert Strydom Poems

The howl of the magic guitar
brings me intense pleasure
and he is stroking string after string
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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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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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Like smoke the bubbles whirl up
in the wind’s frolicking game
hopping like horses that gallop
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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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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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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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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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My years are coming on
and some of my words
are gone from my mind
never to return again
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