Gert Strydom Poems

When the moon rises in the concrete jungle
she notices how bare, how stripped
the park is in the early winter
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At the first time that I had seen her,
she did something to me
with her big eyes glancing into mine
and she being so streamlined
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It's with ice that the winter comes
and with sadness the wind is blowing
when just an empty loneliness remains
and I do not anymore hear your beautiful words
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My God is not just an icon
that still hangs on a cross
and where I go He walks along
and He is present
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My God is not just an icon
that still hangs on a cross
and where I go He walks along
and He is present
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If you want to place your darling wife in words
it's not with a sober eye that you look at her
and when you want to remember her face and even her eyes
you are time and again astonished by her character
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I see a gull with wings swept back
fall into the deeper blue
and with power ascend from the ocean
with a codfish of which the tail hits to both sides
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While technology makes life
more comfortable
man has become estranged
from the purpose of his existence
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We wait upon a new tomorrow
where life is different
and are astounded with each new morning
that the experience of the day
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From my first glance of you, when we did meet,
love did begin
and now its presence is so very great
it feels as sin
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