Gert Strydom Poems

I close the window
of my pickup angrily
as there the man with
spraying can comes
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Drive men, drive!
Get the freaking ball!
That’s it, now go.
Fling it, throw the damned thing!
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I have not mastered the art
of riding on rolling waves
fifteen feet high,
speeding by like a bird
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His heart is big,
so big as if
he can fit the whole world into it,
but there’s only place for two
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In autumn I walked in England
in a lane full of trees
where leaves lay auburn
on a road wet from rain.
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When I was a teenager
I typed my first story
and poems
on a old Rexel typing machine,
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Like a lightning bolt
life thunders over me
I am bashed down
just when I think
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I see the young green buds
and smell the rain falling on fruitful ground
somewhere in the distance there are thunderbolts
that every now and then falls, explodes and branch.
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In the beginning was thought
in the mind of God
who begat sound
who begat word
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The calm water of Uvongo lagoon
brought tranquillity to you
and we would row a canoe
or float in that transparent pool
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