Gert Strydom Poems

I see the young green buds
and smell the rain falling on fruitful ground
somewhere in the distance there are thunderbolts
that every now and then falls, explodes and branch.
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In the beginning was thought
in the mind of God
who begat sound
who begat word
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The calm water of Uvongo lagoon
brought tranquillity to you
and we would row a canoe
or float in that transparent pool
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Drive men, drive!
Get the freaking ball!
That’s it, now go.
Fling it, throw the damned thing!
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We sat near the steps of the porch with your hand
touching my own
your eyes sparkled like those of a wildcat;
I have not known
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It was at Hartebeespoort dam,
that I was fishing for Carp,
with maize bombs,
some dips and floaters
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If you play the word game
to some people
I is for innocent,
or for me
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they can be sharp
and cut deeply without a second thought,
the soul can warp
at mere words that are said indifferent,
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I love Africa
and although the blood
of my forefathers flowed
to stay here
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In flashy cars they came,
merchants of a deadly thing
some delivering, some advertising
as if they had captured
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