Gert Strydom Poems

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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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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(after Heinrich Heine)

He thought that their love was something deep
where as a thief at first he stole her heart,
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I knew that it takes a great man to admit to mistakes
last night while watching the president's address
and a greater man still to rectify whatever it takes,
that the world and this country are in a great mess,
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Storm clouds spread
like a sinister monster
blurring out the moon
and stars
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I cannot under stand you
and love that’s vaporized and is suddenly gone.
It’s quarter to twelve at night
and you have broken my heart
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Between the time that the day dies
and the sun hangs precious
like a ruby in the sky
and the time that the day breaks
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To where have all the words gone
and why are memories
fading away,
as if they were never
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It’s a long while back and yet it stays,
how she draws delightful on a cigarette
and drink a glass,
of yellow sparkling st. Anna with me.
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I am no longer
from you,
because you have
discarded me.
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