Gert Strydom Poems

Most of your precious jewels were stolen,
your car’s window smashed
by a black man with a beanie hat,
who grabbed your handbag
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That day we were in Burgundy’s
and somebody played the notes
of “Ballade pour Adeline”
on the piano
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Even if I could send a dog out
to try and find you, hunt you down
as stated in another poet’s verses
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If you hear my voice
and acknowledge how much I love you,
know the sincerity that is in me
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A precise woman, something of a control freak
with hair cropped short, reminds me
of the military
brings order to my life and thoughts
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We went to visit my cousins
on their game ranch
and you hated it there
although every thing
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In the might Orange River
just past Augrabies
you lost your magic ring
and there princess
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Woman whom I loved once,
now you call me, tell me
that you have changed through the years.
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We couldn’t find spinach anywhere,
not at the Fruit and Veg
or other green grocers
or even at chain stores
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It was in the Okavango swamp
that the dark ghoul came at night
and passed so near
that I could smell its stinking breath.
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