Gert Strydom Poems

It was at Hartebeespoort dam,
that I was fishing for Carp,
with maize bombs,
some dips and floaters
...

If you play the word game
to some people
I is for innocent,
or for me
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When in an act of satanic might
the earth was plunged in to eternal night
and the Lord of the universe was crucified
to the demonic delight
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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
...

Gliding out of my boot you came
and I stood thunderstruck as if lame
while you slithered out
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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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Maybe there is a deep secret
of how people really do find happiness
or maybe meaning blows away like leaves in the wind
with how life really is
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In the portal people were gathering
while inside I heard some rejoicing sing,
the church was packed with some holy men
while tiny children smiled up at me,
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There are times that I pray
for those that I love and know
and sometimes the words just flow
and at other times I have got nothing to say
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