Gert Strydom Poems

The naughty baby dog
growls everywhere she goes
and wants to bite everyone
that passes her.
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He sits featherless on his stick
and his head turns
to one side and then the other
while he looks at the bright light
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One night I see a shooting star
in the open twilight of the karoo
that draws a line of light past,
but it comes nearer
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I have a friend that rides a Vespa
and at traffic lights
he quickly flashes past several cars.
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On a hillock outside the city
a monument build from marble and stone
guards forevermore,
catching the sun’s
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There’s a bevy of beautiful faces,
moving slender limbs
and catching music that entrances
while the lot of them dances.
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When time takes its toll
and age set in,
I will still see you
in the way that you were
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If ever there were treason
against humanity,
the slaughter of the black woman Amakeia
trying to rescue
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I mark the pace praying
send up prayers continually,
avoid food and fast,
do not even eat bread or soup
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the male lion rushes on to it
and growling chases the females away,
as it grabs the carcass and drags it along

and the females and pubs lie docile
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