Gert Strydom Poems

Motorcycling along
the N1 freeway
from Pretoria in the north to Cape Town
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We both lost our loneliness completely
as we were drifting extremely nude,
touching lips was only the prelude
as we were drifting in the endless sea
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When the breeze on the sea and land is strong
do not feel sorrow when I am gone
as if I am the only man, the only one
and when my ashes are spreading among
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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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I mark the pace praying
send up prayers continually,
avoid food and fast,
do not even eat bread or soup
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I come from another place and time
and did walk as a child bared feet in the marsh
I am from a place that is different from this city
where here people and things are trampled upon
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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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