Gert Strydom Poems

One smiles at me
from where she sits
with her hands on a cow’s tits
spraying milk in a bucket
...

You looked into the eye
of that white hot sun
and found something there
that spoke to your soul,
...

I saw a lovely girl sheathing her claws and settle
becoming a part of my heart
but skin, beauty and charm were only camouflage for bear metal
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With every nerve alert
as at the abyss
you unpredictably flirt
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On a island beach beguiling
I have met a lady by the water caressed,
slender, tiger eyed and smiling
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When she burnt me, sliced me with a knife
took some shots
with the pistol
through the bathroom door
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Around me at the begging of spring
I see the works of God disguised
in the scheherazade of white, pink and yellow
flowers on the trees,
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As a mosquito hangs buzzing in the air
while telling everybody of its approach
and with a predatory instinct
finds a landing zone,
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When times are bad
and I am with my hands in my hair
and black foreigners from all over Africa
overnight becomes citizens
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With eyes closed against the bright light
of the new morning, shadows creep into my thoughts
shadows and longings to lost love
and the way that things were supposed to be
...