Gert Strydom Poems

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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The jet turns over the ocean
and a lonely gull,
flies past the wing.
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How can anything be more intense,
than the feelings
portrayed in your eyes.
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I write letters, cut cd’s,
mail parcels and let emails heap up,
but my words are blown away
like specks of sand in a gale.
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At Lolly Jackson’s bar
she smiled at me
and as smiles goes,
her’s was teasing.
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The starry three sisters
are rising overhead
and the hot day
is dead.
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I went to a waterfall
in the drakensberg mountains
on a sunny day
and there was something,
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For most things in life
there’s a cure.

People look at their bodies
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