Gert Strydom Poems

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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It was at Hartebeespoort dam,
that I was fishing for Carp,
with maize bombs,
some dips and floaters
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they can be sharp
and cut deeply without a second thought,
the soul can warp
at mere words that are said indifferent,
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We sat near the steps of the porch with your hand
touching my own
your eyes sparkled like those of a wildcat;
I have not known
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If you play the word game
to some people
I is for innocent,
or for me
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I love Africa
and although the blood
of my forefathers flowed
to stay here
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In flashy cars they came,
merchants of a deadly thing
some delivering, some advertising
as if they had captured
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With the eyes of a poet I wanted to look at you
and out of everything that is beautiful
I wanted to bring you something as a tribute
and with knowledge I was looking for deeper meaning
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Gliding out of my boot you came
and I stood thunderstruck as if lame
while you slithered out
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