Gert Strydom Poems

One early evening while waiting for a train
I walked into an old station bar,
to buy a cold cider to kill a thirst
in the sweltering
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At the Gxara River in the Transkei
a pool between some trees and flowering plants
is linked with one of the most emotional
and painful stories in history.
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We had a place in the garden
where the fairest lilies grows,
and there was one crimson rose
and of the garden hose you were the warden
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A being is introduced as the Lord of Darkness
and a stranger joins them and says: Let’s not digress,
but you must be the general manager at Escom, the place
from where no electricity comes, it’s a total disgrace
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When I visit schools for prize giving
I think about students striving
to do their utter best,
to excel with merit as the only test,
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Many voices sing a song
that asks the blessing of God
over the whole territory,
the continent of Africa
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Daybreak is a glowing bright ball
from which the fiery rays shine,
sometimes drops falling along with thunder,
with freshness embracing me when I go outside.
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On the bed she lies stretched out almost naked,
in a transparent night-gown
with her breasts and large nipples
immediately drawing my attention,
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Her body language is possessive,
as if the pleasure is aimed at herself
but still her passion is active
full of knowledge, pleasure and meaning
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I see them standing in their best clothes as holy people
at the market square, the threshing-floor and the well
hitting with their fists proudly on their breasts,
even where rich old men doze off at the city gate
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