Gert Strydom Poems

The appointment can be at any thing
from a shack, house, palace
or office block.
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I dreamed of an angel
last night,
that appeared shiny and bright.
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At quarter to five
the driver refuses,
that I get on a bus
in Burnett street
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When I was a young man
I drove a blue Suzuki motorbike
and went down Marrion hill
at 180 over a speed trap
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If fate compel me
to be alone when time’s end calls,
let my hand rest in Thine.
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There was a gorgeous summer
at the sea,
when she still loved me.
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I saw her drying out
two bunches of dark red roses
that I had given
to her,
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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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