Gert Strydom Poems

It was somewhere in July
that I first met you.
and that winters day,
felt like summer to me.
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How soft and firm and hot and wet
your lips are at times
and how tender and unstoppable,
is the passion
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At times she sings for herself
and sometimes I hear her
talking to the animals
and at times there’s happiness
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It’s another thing to see
how a mural,
gets a life of its own.
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“I see flames coming out of a Ratel IFV
and how smoke vapours rises from it,
while it’s shot out
where it’s captured by a minefield.
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I

If I could go back in time to a hill
where a rough cross stands
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It was at the dance floor
under the Neelsie,
where I saw her sokkie
and every movement
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Last night you were with me
and the big old dog
could not lie still
and she turned
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For the parrot in its cage
the open spaces,
of the jungle remain
and unfolds in its mind.
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If no man is an island
and if every human being
has an impact on all others,
then why can man not find peace
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