Gert Strydom Poems

There’s something that falls
with the sun’s early rays
and life begins
ad infinitum
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When the first rays
of the early morning comes
I rise to meet
the new day.
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Blue and white fishes on a string
hangs on the bathroom wall,
a striped white and blue tiller
stands at the bath’s taps,
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It’s the third day of the battle
and around us there are enemy tanks
of which the canons keep clapping
and Stalin organ rockets
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Outside the first rays fall
on one of the pinnacles
of Helderberg
and I look at the peaks
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Like it’s for thousand of years
the earth spins faithful
in its orbit around the sun
and the moon appears,
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I see a Super power
reaching out her hand
and trying and to change
places in the world
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Last night the stars
in the sky was bright
and the moon,
was in a sickle shape
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Every poet waits
for a really great poem
to take form
in words,
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I saw death,
but she did not come
to visit me.
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