Gert Strydom Poems

I kissed a girl
and something more was there,
than the touch of lips
and something of her soul
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I saw death take her toll
and friends and enemy soldiers fall
and maybe they all went
to a much better place to be.
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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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If I could go back in time to a hill
where a rough cross stands
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In the mornings I see Jane passing
and how she walks away,
in the street
and gets smaller and smaller in the distance
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In Sweden people today celebrate
a pagan feast
on the midsummer day
and snaps and beer,
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I dream of the sun
and stars that fall
and the eclipse of the moon
and I dream of you,
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I know of signs
of stars raining down
from the sky
and loosing their glitter,
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