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. 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 had a great influence on the sharpening of his abilities.
Gert Strydom 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.
Some of his Afrikaans poetry is displayed on the Woes web page at:
Some of his English poetry is displayed at:
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- Our Own Serenade (Refrain Stanza Sequenc... -new-
- A Prayer For People On The Farms In Sout... -new-
- Ode To Heaven (Refrain Stanza Sequence) -new-
- Living Separate Is A Kind Of Hell (Sesti... -new-
- What Are These Humble Words Worth? (Refr... -new-
- At Dusk (Refrain Stanza Sequence) -new-
- Love Is (English Sonnet) -new-
- Our Love Is Something Divine (Refrain St... -new-
- Ode To Apollo (Refrain Stanza Sequence) -new-
- A Lamia In The Limpopo (Refrain Stanza S... -new-
- Where Against The Forces Of Destiny I Do... -new-
- Ode To God's Blessings In The Time Of Sp... -new-
- Ode To Cape Town (Refrain Stanza Sequenc... -new-
- Stroll (Free Verse Sonnet) -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
Satellite observe mist cloud unexpectedly reactor flaming.
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
A Distressful Day Finds Me
a Distressful day finds me and at work the air conditioner is on and I am catching flue
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,
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
Nightmares (English Sonnet)
There sometimes is really bad kind of dreams which you want to avoid, to be waking, when in your ears you hear your own screams, while your body, mind and soul is aching
I Love You (Villanelle)
(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning) I love you with feelings that are true and right, as our relationship has come with Godly grace, I do love you through every day and night,
His knowing hands could hit nails and lay bricks exactly right and with his eyes,
An Abandoned Bundle (In Answer To Mbuyi...
In a chilling world where man is nothing more than a mere animal it may be true
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,