Gert Strydom Poems

Tonight I did think of you
and outside the stars were faint,
a streetlight did shine lonely
and the smell of rain was on the dust,
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when there is nowhere that I do belong
life seems lonelier than on any other day

and while other people are happy and gay
it’s just another day that comes along.
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In my dream your photo frame memory
did not want to bring you back to me
and somewhere the forgetting did sneak in
as if continually you were hiding
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lying stretched out on our bed
with pyjamas clinging to you,
curtains drawn shut
and the big duvet is somewhat blue
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It’s strange that some foreign soldiers
seems too illiterate
uncommon with signs,
even with the alphabet
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To you I tried to write a long poem
but did become deeper engaged in sadness
and later did draw lines through the words,
and I did cry and wrote no verses to you
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In the house of my Father there is a place
for each one that comes to Him
and constantly I am astounded by His love and sacrifice
but sometimes I want to hide my life and cover it
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When love in time decays,
when it looses all of its respects
and you cannot come my way,
when it is only filled with defects
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(for Gwenavieve Enslin)

Your dad says proudly that he did design you himself:
your eyes, nose and mouth are genetically from him.
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It's almost the beginning of spring
and locked-down I do miss you so,
while outside the weavers do sing.
It's almost the beginning of spring
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