Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 16,043 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Gert Strydom Poems

601. Wild Flowers 2/4/2010
602. Stars 2/4/2010
603. Fishing Boats 2/4/2010
604. The Snake 2/5/2010
605. My Last Lament 2/6/2010
606. My Whole Life 2/7/2010
607. In Your Eyes 2/7/2010
608. Your Are The One 2/7/2010
609. Let Others Drink 2/8/2010
610. There Was A Guy 2/8/2010
611. What Is Love? 2/8/2010
612. The Enemy Is Gone 2/9/2010
613. Under A Bridge At Midnight 2/9/2010
614. Make Me Like A Child 2/9/2010
615. Nero 2/10/2010
616. If I 2/10/2010
617. In The Early Morning 2/10/2010
618. Today I Saw A Man 2/11/2010
619. There Are People 2/11/2010
620. Symposium 2/11/2010
621. To Love You 2/13/2010
622. How Deep Love Really Is 2/13/2010
623. When Mere Words 2/13/2010
624. Adam And Eve 12/18/2009
625. Visit To A Swimming Pool 1/22/2010
626. Visit To The Botanical Gardens 1/22/2010
627. What Happened To The Lovely Woman 1/22/2010
628. Louw Wepener 1/25/2010
629. Where To Now? 1/25/2010
630. Think Of Me 1/26/2010
631. Work 2/14/2010
632. The Dog Of God 2/14/2010
633. Like Job 2/15/2010
634. Latter Day South Africa 2/15/2010
635. A Decree Is Made 2/16/2010
636. Lucifer In Disguise? 2/16/2010
637. No Place For A Courting-Candle 2/22/2010
638. When We Were Small Children 2/22/2010
639. The Words Of A Child 2/22/2010
640. Impure Science 2/23/2010
Best Poem of Gert Strydom

Invictus (A Reply To William Ernest Henley)

While the night stretch black over me
and in the dark sky I see countless lights
burning high,
I thank the God that made me free
to choose which light to follow as a guide.

In dark circumstance and whatever fate brings,
destiny and chance do not conquer
and I still rise wiser
to life and its things

and my will remains free
to decide where my words
and actions belong
whether they are right or wrong
and to no human I bend a knee
and in all things I only answer to Him
who Captain’s me.

[References: Invictus by William Ernest ...

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No Red Rose

But once bloomed that crimson rose
which could stand with her head held high,
against life's darkest sky.

Just once did that delicate petals spread
and soft lovely fragrance scent,
before she dropped her head.

Just once the blush on your cheek,

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