Gert Strydom Poems

Each of us has plans
and dreams and goals,
but fate takes its toll
and our lives are controlled
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There are times
that life really goes wrong
and no brother, or friend
or acquaintance
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Respect for other people
and self are missing
and while I go up the steps
of the bus
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Some people call the name
of the Almighty, before they kill
and have no compassion of their deeds.
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At the sparkling white river
that cuts its way through the earth,
some green reeds grew in bushes into the water.
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There’s a shore
on the other side of destiny,
where forever I hear
happy voices singing
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There’s a place where rows of cypress trees
stand to attention
at the foot of a rocky hillock
and there are graves planted in rows.
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Women with maniac bipolar disorder, depression
and that swearing illness
marry me and crucify me
and maybe,
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At times I wonder
how she can so easily
decide on the dot
that she feels nothing for me.
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Cigarettes, whiskey and wild women
can be a recipe for fun,
or for death on the long run.
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