Gert Strydom Poems

There’s a newspaper which the wind blows,
round and round
until it hits against me.
...

This morning your auburn hair
is tied in a cocky string
behind your neck
and in the dusk
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At Camps bay the wind is blowing
and the waves leap and thrust
against the jetty,
where my eyes
...

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
...

December lies nice and hot in my garden,
while the rays of the summer sun
shines endearing over my world.
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Who knows the reasons why,
life passes some people by.

Some people have a life set,
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With a brown snoot en golden-brown eyes,
my Labrador jumped into my heart
while waving her tail.
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She slowly braid the burial shroud,
while a hand strokes loving
on the material.
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The LMG was getting heavy and hot
in my hands
and somehow the H-frame
became a part of my shoulders and back
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