Gert Strydom Poems

Stepping out of the train life seems quite strange;
another track
brings more happy shouting busy people;
to turn right back
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During war’s manmade darkness, the havoc
envelops man;
tramples flower, bird and beast in breaking;
where life began
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The year is full of the hot blue sky,
every spring flower has become fruit,
when the maturity of the summer appears
and gone is all the strife and pain.
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Barren are the hillocks, the cliffs and streams
in the wilderness where the sun harshly beams
where you nest, learn your joyous sublime sound,
filling many nights with something profound
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Days are now hotter than they were before
with many blooming flowers one can find
while the spring brings out what it has in store
in a time that is gentle, sweet and kind
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At times sinister, other times placid,
just sweeping on
far over the horizon of the flat earth,
all life seems gone
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(after William Shakespeare)

Far too quickly each yesterday fades,
ephemeral
each new tomorrow sweeps past day to day;
a funeral
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(After William Shakespeare)

After her death I dreamed of my love,
with eyes sparkling
somewhat divine like the stars that glitter,
somehow existing
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(after William Shakespeare)

Love has got no kind of impediments,
it does stay true,
its direction does not wander about,
its simple bright hue
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This is the time where feelings become real
were we do know
the full impact of love and nothingness,
where we let go
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