Gert Strydom Poems

It’s been many years since
I brushed the red dust
in the bath from your feet
and saw the sweet tender look
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No secrets do any mirror reveal,
but to age impacting, the years leaving impressions on my face
and no urgency do I feel
to make haste
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Since power is in the hand of destiny
and over my mortality it holds the key
and my time, my position, my life is measured out
and not even human love can save me
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Let I get my thoughts, my verses from You
who reigns supreme over everything
and in it let You bless me as You constantly do,
to make everyone of my words sing
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In the jungle named city
Johnny and Sally
dressed in their church best,
(she with a little red jacket and hood for winter)
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With age gripping
driving the passing years in
it is as if the shadow of death already lingers
with hastening embracing fingers
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Did His hand plant every scrub, flower, plant and tree
and did He let the wild animals here roam free?
Everywhere, on every meadow and on all hills
there are industries, huge satanic mills.
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That you were once unkind now brings tranquillity
and for all the pain that you once dished out
it doesn’t anymore bother me
and nothing now can bring about
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(after Heinrich Heine)

Where years pass much too quickly
as everything do change to dust
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(in answer to Heinrich Heine)

Dearer than all of life you are to me,
your limbs, everyone, do with deep love caress
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