Gert Strydom Poems

You are my darling, my wife,
the one with whom I walk through life,
the one that is mine, my inspiration and hope,
the one that holds me tight against her breast
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Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words
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I do not like the loveliest poetry,
or any kind of music better than you
and although these things are awesome to me
they do not have the ability to be true
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With their manes blowing in the wind
they run with open mouths that foam
and at full speed they turn away
With their manes blowing in the wind
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With their manes blowing in the wind
they run with open mouths that foam
and at full speed they turn away
With their manes blowing in the wind
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When the sun went down in an orange copper-glow
and your hand found mine warm,
all of life was better than good
and dumbstruck like a small child
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(in answer to Helena Enslin, after Johann Johl)

Destiny separates us at times, my love,
this weekend we are away from each other
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You stay in one
of a group of shacks
on the other side
of the cleared borderline
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Late in the afternoon over the sea
the day poured out the last out of its wineglass,
the bay, the wave is coloured red
when on the beach you do kiss me.
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Butterflies you could find
as a very small girl,
could run just like the wind,
did hold on your dad's hand,
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