Biography of Gert Strydom
Gert Strydom was born in 1964 in Johannesburg, South Africa. He matriculated at Estcourt High School after which he obtained a Bachelor of Business Administration degree (B.B.A.) at Andrews University (Berrien Springs, Michigan, U.S.A.) and apart from being a poet and writer he is an accountant by profession.
He was called up for compulsory national service in the South African defence force (SADF) for a period of two years during the time of the South African border / bush war and while following his profession was called up for several compulsory camps for several months as a member of the South African Citizen’s force and did partake in the National Colours Parade and in exercise Excalibur.
His predilection for poetry was stimulated by his late father who read Afrikaans poetry aloud at times, as part of his postgraduate studies at the University of South Africa. While living in Pretoria he attended the poetry writing school at the House of Afrikaans Poetry under mentorship of Prof. Ian Raper, where the other poets especially Ian Raper, Rosa Smit, Mandi Engelbrecht, André (Francois) Viljoen, Luchie Möller, Karlien van der Merwe and Jan Lourens had a great influence on the sharpening of his abilities.
Some of his Afrikaans poetry is displayed on the Woes web page at:
Some of his English poetry is displayed at:
© Copyright: Gert Strydom for all poems displayed on these web pages (Under South African law copyright exists for forty years from the date of publication.)
How long have I longed
that you loose your way in my verses
find something meaningful in them
that you along with me
cry and laugh at life
while for moments you are in my thoughts.
As a poet
As a poet I wanted to make wonderful verses that astound everyone,
wanted to write words that touch hearts and did not want to disguise anything
and I wanted to write verses that stand forever like monuments
but then I did realise that everything comes out of Your hand.
© Gert Strydom
- Two Blind People -new-
- Like Ominous Foreign Flying Objects -new-
- The Cold -new-
- Clouds -new-
- Mowing (Cavatina) -new-
- Suddenly The Darkness Of Night Was Spawn... -new-
- The Spark That Is Life -new-
- Just Yesterday -new-
- At The Red Traffic Light -new-
- The Cold Night Felt If It Would Last For... -new-
- The Things That Befall You -new-
- She Is The Shining, Beautiful One (Itali... -new-
- Landmine  -new-
- In The Small Hours -new-
Gert Strydom Poems
Invictus (A Reply To William Ernest Henl...
While the night stretch black over me and in the dark sky I see countless lights burning high, I thank the God that made me free
Angel Of The Morning Light
Angel of the morning light, the sun is up and the sun is bright and still I see you sleep
But Then I Met You
Once I loved a girl, who left me for another man and that deceit
Satellite observe mist cloud unexpectedly reactor flaming.
Water is my favourite drink, At times the best thing to quench a thirst That comes to me suddenly, Even though it's abundantly available
At Times Love Has Visited Me
At times love has visited me and left, left me and has gone away. It has gone to different shores,
I A sailor on a yacht upon the wide ocean
A Flower For The Night
I dreamed about a magical garden where an assortment of flowers grows with the most beautiful colours and hues, delicate leaves and shapes
“where Have All The Soldiers Gone? Gone ...
I read the entry line above your poem and know that true soldiers live on sometimes as legends of a place and time,
To Me You Are The Most Beautiful Woman
How can I catch in a single poem the scenery that I see in your eyes, the light that radiates in them, the starry look that they radiate?
Gentling A Wildcat
The yellowish-red of the caracal blended like natural camouflage into the yellow-brown winter grass and when it moved its head,
Living In A World Of Our Own
How long ago has it been, since the day that you wore a red dress outside that glass citadel where the hopes and dreams of nations
From This City I Want To Escape (Free Ve...
From this city I want to flee, to find a place of some solace, not again I want to return, where city lights sometimes blind people.
The Rugby Player
Exercising he jogs around the field, stops, stretches, do some push-ups, pushing with power against the scrum cart, later running some sprints
One Morning I Saw A Man
One morning I saw a man
who looked at me
with red eyes
and his beard,
was unshaven and grew
rough and untamed.
The man looked familiar
and in the look in his eyes,