Gert Strydom Poems

Japie almost burns himself
when he mess some coffee
and it’s still dark,
when at four o’clock one morning
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It was like yesterday
that I saw two soldiers
play a game of chess,
both were just pawns
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I dwell in a British city
and life is busy and great
in a way,
but my heart
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Orange blossoms on a tree
catches my eye,
where it stands alone
in the inner city
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There’s a black and white green-eyed cat
that comes at night
to lie on my bed
and also wants
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You cook vegetable soup
and I look at you
while you cut green beans,
carrots, onions, celery, parsley
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My blue bike thunders
below me
and cars and trucks
flashes by.
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The best of men was he,
but he wasn’t free
from indignity.
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a Woman talks about her son
who was her lover,
in a previous life
and it’s as if she
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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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