Gert Strydom Poems

It’s as if the darkness
walks over the twilight abyss
with a blackness that totally removes sight
before the first stars appear slowly
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Our love was conceived as a secret,
an oath between you and me
and in silence we adored each other
and I felt your pulse beating in your nipple
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I was called up to a military camp
and we were in tents in Parrow
and I was seconded to a special unit
on our way to De Brug
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A statue stands at the gate
of the school,
marking a place of distinction
where children get the highest grades
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Am I that sign here, God’s last prophet
and do I carry the burden
that I through my self-conceit do not always know His ways
with somewhere where I do fit into His plan?
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My clothes, my shoes fit from the shelve
as if in shops clothing
was specially designed for my body
and whatever I desire fits perfectly
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When I look back
at my life
and see how fast
everything pass,
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Now the writing is on the wall
and with the umpteenth killing
a know leader is dead
and dishonoured in hatred
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Time locks everything at a time
and with time many things heal
and even pain and sorrow disappear,
but it has no sense
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Zero divided by one is zero,
but it bothered me
from my first conception
of mathematics
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