Gert Strydom Poems

The sun has burnt
the morning’s fog away
and now its
a bright hot sunny day.
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With you my life goes up and down
and there is never a silent kind of time,
while you are my very own
and like a rose in its prime
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It was a dark day afternoon
with the sky brooding met die lug
and at s time when
it would be night soon
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When the sun rises in the morning
away in the east it hangs red
and all the trees in this autumn
are already leafless
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I

Not all kinds of things can be explained
by mere science or by some philosophy
and so the essence of life has remained
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When the wind is adrift
not a pebble of sand is stirring
at the salt marsh vapours lift
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They came in the middle of the night
in a huge crowd, almost like a lynching gang
the type who previously had torched,
burned their own alive
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There are carnations in the garden
in colours of ruby red,
pure white and blossom pink
and some pink with deep purple inside
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I. Outnumbered by armour (A reply to William Shakespeare)

Outnumbered by armour
and by men we met the enemy,
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