Gert Strydom Poems

At the sparkling white river
that cuts its way through the earth,
some green reeds grew in bushes into the water.
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There’s a shore
on the other side of destiny,
where forever I hear
happy voices singing
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There’s a place where rows of cypress trees
stand to attention
at the foot of a rocky hillock
and there are graves planted in rows.
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Women with maniac bipolar disorder, depression
and that swearing illness
marry me and crucify me
and maybe,
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At times I wonder
how she can so easily
decide on the dot
that she feels nothing for me.
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Cigarettes, whiskey and wild women
can be a recipe for fun,
or for death on the long run.
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They meet at a nightclub
and dance on the pace
of a drawing rhythm.
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It’s the forth day
that I am at my new work
and the elevator is broken
just like my life
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I

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
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