Gert Strydom Poems

As a pretty butterfly that flutters
along she came,
rapidly always running up and down;
nothing could tame
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On that sunny golden early morning
while the beautiful flowers of the spring
were opening and were suddenly flowering
closer to each other they were moving
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The oak size avocado tree had fruit
during the spring
and into summer, like small pineapples,
with some dropping
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A poem should touch, should palpable belong,
it should reach out,
with a kind of eternal caring truth;
it should scream, shout
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Daily I crucify Him while I dwell in sin,
while I stumble forth in life;
daily a new life for me He does begin
even when I fall down in strive
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In a vision once I saw a pretty damsel
as she did sing
with the purest mezzo-soprano voice
before the King,
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Now that we know that love claims a prize,
that it brings a kind of liberation,
that nothing else has its kind of depths
and that it binds very strong when you do find it.
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I tried to remember you
from the way that you look,
from the small frown between that your eyes
against the sharp light,
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Just touching your hand is overwhelming,
blazing passion
runs through us both like an electric stream,
the sheer emotion
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