Gert Strydom Poems

Bullets whistle past
and I wonder how long
my life still can last
with every blast
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The softly brown earth lies under me,
with the cool blue sky as the canopy
in which birds fly swirling,
forever free.
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In my thoughts
I see you standing in front of a large mirror
and you do remind me of a goddess,
of a Aphrodite but with a much better nature
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There was a moment
where merciless people did strike at others,
where aircraft was changed into deadly weapons,
that without any humanity did carry many to death,
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I am asleep having a childhood kind of dream
of me lying in the hollow of a boat
drifting on a river, meandering down to the sea
and about me the sturdy curved planks
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How long it did seem
as if day after day you were pining away,
vainly wanted to reach maturity
as if ravaged by a hidden pain,
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When love and faithfulness
do come unwavering,
when you can trust in it
as if it is your own property
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(in answer to S. J. Pretorius)

Some people's lives are past
in the time of old age
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(for Riana)

Outside the waves crashed breaking on the beach
and the beach, the sun, the sky
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Living on the third planet from a small sun,
with numerous other living beings
man and his civilizations rise and fall,
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