Gert Strydom Poems

I have seen continents written on faces
with eyes full of pain, postures in a weathered mien
and at a number of places
images went to my brain, of some people keen
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Armed with small guns they came,
to me looked all the same,
then wanted to know my name.
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In your smiles and gleaming eyes
there is a land of wonder that begins
and you are mine like the winds whispering
at the blooming flowers in the garden
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Now many centuries after his death
I know that there had never been a king
that on this earth did breath
who by his valour and nobility had my heart rising
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There is something to love that reaches beyond
the outer covering, even if we just do kiss and play,
that draws us to return, to continue on another day
and it binds us unseen with a kind of magical bond.
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In the darkness without any clear moon
I suddenly hear the gallop, the thunder
of horse hooves and there far below
I see a black horseman passing by,
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Your white body lies like a continent
with breasts as hillocks, slender thighs
and the valleys somewhere in between
while tiny shadows fall in the afternoon.
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There is a day in April when autumn
truly sets in, when fallen leaves
smells like mould and loam,
when trees are stripped skeleton.
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A farmer walks up to his horse and it is spring again
in the distance there’s ploughing red Massy Ferguson tractor
and he bridles the horse and there is pain
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