Gert Strydom Poems

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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I drove my old blue
Honda CB900F motorbike to town,
took a small backpack along,
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No longer can you brake
my logical reasoning through your sensitivity
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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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I

If my oppression has no end,
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While we were walking
the seven miles to our house
that was in Emmaus
Cleopas and I were talking
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Next to the house
an avocado tree grows
over which this winter
during the night I draw
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