Gert Strydom Poems

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There are few things in life
that will equate,
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I bind long Blackwood poles
with a blue pair of pliers and binding wire
between green palisades
and cut it with a old pruning scissor
...

I wonder how far
our relationship
in your heart is over,
when I still get nice kisses
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Golden eyes full of death
stares back at me
and I can almost smell,
the scent of meat
...

Make me worthy
to deserve the path
that Thou has set for me.
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The world was falling apart
with war, poverty and incurable disease
and some had too much
and others nothing
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Like a white water lily
drifting on a dark pond,
you lay beside me.
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Early in the morning
hawkers are standing next to the street
and they sell flowers, newspapers,
cigarettes and sweets.
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Each of us has plans
and dreams and goals,
but fate takes its toll
and our lives are controlled
...

There are times
that life really goes wrong
and no brother, or friend
or acquaintance
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