Gert Strydom Poems

Like a little boy
he wants to play
with the rescue and fire helmets
and opens the glass cabinet
...

At times
my work, the church
and to drive in a car
becomes to much for me.
...

I knew a boy
who claimed
that doing drugs
and sleeping around
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Without any rebellion
and without a great bleating
did the lamb
lie down,
...

If words could kill,
then kill they will
without impunity
reaching out
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While working as a senior accountant
at the head office of a major worldwide religion:

I have seen colleagues
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In storm language the wind talks
blind full of thunder
that draws blue lines
over the tar road
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Do not look
for fairness in this life,
for you will not find it
as the reason to be living
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If you stay away from work
just like you want to,
there is a price to pay for it
since no man lives without duty.
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You wanted to know
what lies beyond,
the endless stars
and was intrigued by the moon
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