Gert Strydom Poems

There’s a bevy of beautiful faces,
moving slender limbs
and catching music that entrances
while the lot of them dances.
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When time takes its toll
and age set in,
I will still see you
in the way that you were
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If ever there were treason
against humanity,
the slaughter of the black woman Amakeia
trying to rescue
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One night I see a shooting star
in the open twilight of the karoo
that draws a line of light past,
but it comes nearer
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I mark the pace praying
send up prayers continually,
avoid food and fast,
do not even eat bread or soup
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the male lion rushes on to it
and growling chases the females away,
as it grabs the carcass and drags it along

and the females and pubs lie docile
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Humanly we leave words on paper,
while we try to determine the language
of Him who is the core of the Bible story.
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Probius was whipped by guards until bloody,
then chained and locked in the dungeon
to convince him, to offer to gods
and when they saw him shaking with sheer pain
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Next to an apple tree at a crossroad
a woman plays a song of love
which is swept away by the wind,
as she plays a cello at her thigh
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who is dear to me
and whose thoughts
age tried to wipe out
and he looked at me
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