Gert Strydom Poems

Like smoke the bubbles whirl up
in the wind’s frolicking game
hopping like horses that gallop
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No new horizons catch his blue eyes
when he gets the command for his freedom,
just the wide sky stretches out far above
where the sun blazes yellow in the blue
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Where people live in the concrete jungle
with apartments as their property
and no one knows of grass or flowers
or any natural life source
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Cemented into existing
among grey buildings, long grey days
they listened keen on hearing any whispering,
even tried to hear the breaking of the sea,
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I am a farmer
who are up before first light
and I drink my coffee
between the cows in the stable
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When I walk om Margate’s beach
something is caught,
in the sound of the breaking waves
and it echoes there forever more.
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When that wimp of a Englishman
called Cecil John Rhodes
decided that he wanted gold,
that the diamonds in his pockets
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Making love
should come naturally,
should be something of passion,
filled with romance
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When the ship sails away,
leaving the quay with space widening
setting a course into the sea
aiming somewhere over the blue beyond
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Man did not heed the cloud,
the cloud looking like the hand of man
and I saw lightning falling from the sky
and it was manmade,
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