Gert Strydom Poems

I love Africa
and although the blood
of my forefathers flowed
to stay here
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With the eyes of a poet I wanted to look at you
and out of everything that is beautiful
I wanted to bring you something as a tribute
and with knowledge I was looking for deeper meaning
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The day is icy, grey,
drawn closed, as heavy as lead and wet,
with a southeaster that grabs
that searches for somewhere to hold on to
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“Am I my brother’s keeper? ”
Cain answered the omnipotent Lord God
as if a brotherly relationship did not go much deeper
and this answer seems odd
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When suddenly you came along
my whole life had changed,
unexpected my love was strong
life was rearranged
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I do not love you for who you are
but for what you make me,
for how you bring the days to meaning,
touch me with love
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There are times that I pray
for those that I love and know
and sometimes the words just flow
and at other times I have got nothing to say
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In the portal people were gathering
while inside I heard some rejoicing sing,
the church was packed with some holy men
while tiny children smiled up at me,
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From the sky it swooped down shrieking
completely black
with a white patch at its breast
gazing with small black intelligent eyes at me
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