Gert Strydom Poems

(after Edith Nesbit)

After the first decent shower of rain
the roses flower red, yellow and white
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I am tired of half-truths and your lies
and loosing you burns in my throat and breast,
there now is something strange in your eyes,
the uncertainty will not let me rest.
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I do love you; it's to you no surprise,
of sins erred there is no confession;
nor on principle I make a concession,
to no one my own feelings are a guise.
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I come with faith in love and liberty
while outside there falls thunder-bolts blue-white,
they do branch and light-up the stormy night,
the earth smells with promise of what is to be.
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Too lonesome and sad are all of my days,
where at heart I do you still much adore,
do seek your angelic image once more,
where you brought me joy in wonderful ways,
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For your love and company I will not plead,
or for any attention supplicate,
and where I do not have patience to wait,
even if missing you intensify my need.
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You tried to force me to break my own word
that to you I gave many years ago,
while here now you want me to let you go
and while I do love you it seems absurd,
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I loved you as long as I do you know
and where you do put our marriage on hold,
you shattered me more than six months ago,
where you acted towards me icy cold,
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I do know at heart that you are still mine,
that you are perceptible and tangible real,
do not know of errors that you repine,
do not know that living apart is ideal,
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Where for months I have been from you away,
I loved you in my soul and my heart.
From the very moment we were apart,
needed you on every single sunny day.
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