Gert Strydom Poems

Life, the whole of human existence
is sometimes nothing but a big masked ball.
The depth, the deadly silence can at times
catch and trick us as reflexes.
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Love is something that we see
in a eternal light
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There are white flowers in her hair,
blue-white stars when she laughs
in her eyes shining like rainbows,
with a own innocent beauty
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On a summer December I do remember
the sun like an ember, poetry on the floor
life in pieces, while my troubles increases
nothing eases the sorrow for the girl Lenore
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I saw young men keeping courage in the grim night
burning, aflame before the end of day
bravely carrying on before the dying of light
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In the days that war was in heaven
when its halls was filled with dread,
Satan called holy beings to be heathen,
to wage war and in rebellion to spread.
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Your master had discarded you
when he left for Spain
and left you and your
black and brown mate
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Somewhere in a semi dark room
right next to the gallows
a man daily awaits his doom
and obscurely destiny
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(with apologies to A. E. Housman)

While bells at twilight toll
this day like usual, I am without a soul;
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We have just arrived
at the old big house
near to the cemetery
on the grounds of the private school.
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