Gert Strydom Poems

When intimacy, the body’s bliss
is past, as is the last kiss
while you against me fulfilled sleep
some feelings linger and others remain very deep.
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How much do I wish to keep
all the coming years somehow
just as this moment, just as now
and where you next to me sleep
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Unfortunately from experience I do know
that sometimes nothing can be worse
than the sheer pain that love brings
and even if I do not want it so
that at times love is like a curse
that stings and stings
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While sunny day upon sunny day
is swept away
and life goes on in its age-old clutter
with beggars in the gutter
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The time I died first, there were days upon days
while you cried, remembering my unique ways.
I rose up and up high above the cemetery wall
while then I could fly and everything beneath looked small,
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Death’s the enchantress who was visiting
but she did seek out everybody but me
and in war somehow I stayed from her wiles free
while around me her presence did sting
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The days will fly far too quickly
in their unending spell
and I will see you weekly
while being away from will feel like hell
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There were late afternoons when as a child
I would see the tall popular trees
making the pale blue sky seem much higher
where they grew next to the old farm dam
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It was the kind of summer day
when the sky’s hue
has a certain eternal blue,
where children during the afternoon play
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It was a winter bringing despair
when the black frost kills wherever it falls
with a killing coldness in the air
and even the doves stop their intimate calls,
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