Gert Strydom Poems

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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Through the thick African bush
a troop of soldiers patrol
with black painted faces
and webbing with ammunition bags
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I

The office door closes
behind the man that leaves embarrassed
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Today I saw
a sheaf of red roses,
which a florist displayed.
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May he that lives alone
and in loneliness
and do every thing for himself,
have peace
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It feels like another life
and had been at another time
and place,
where I knocked and knocked
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Your hand lies stretched out
and still holds on to your Ak
where you lie in Angola,
in the African bush in the last sleep
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