Gert Strydom Poems

My years are coming on
and some of my words
are gone from my mind
never to return again
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I feel winter’s first cold fingers touching
and time flash by to quickly
as if the last years are waiting on me
and I button my jacket tighter
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The curtains in the bedroom
are drawn close
and you lie
in semi-darkness.
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As if just asleep I was waken
with the light shining brightly in my eyes,
when darkness did disappear suddenly
and I came alive again.
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In His emptying from God to man,
where his cloak was bright white like light
He came to be tortured and cursed,
He came against sin as the balance
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No longer can you brake
my logical reasoning through your sensitivity
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I drove my old blue
Honda CB900F motorbike to town,
took a small backpack along,
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She is lovely, but sometimes silent is she,
so fragile she looks with her golden hair
but always she is seen as fair
and about her sheer beauty most men agree.
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Maybe now it’s far too late
to tell you about what you meant to me
and I am closing the garden gate
where your flowers still grow with an own dignity.
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That night it looked as if
the whole of the horizon was ablaze,
men were beating the fire throwing huge shadows
waving with arms outstretched
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