Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 16,043 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Gert Strydom Poems

161. My Lory Bird 7/19/2009
162. Sing One Of Your Songs 7/19/2009
163. Of Past Relationships, Plants And Things 7/19/2009
164. Spring 7/19/2009
165. Broken Between You And Me 7/19/2009
166. The Army 7/20/2009
167. Love 7/20/2009
168. Suddenly The World Is Going Wild 7/22/2009
169. She Talks Like A Lamb 7/22/2009
170. The Stars In The Sky Was Bright 7/22/2009
171. Muse 7/23/2009
172. I Saw Death 7/23/2009
173. Through The Thick African Bush 7/23/2009
174. The Yuppie In The Grey Land 7/23/2009
175. A Sheaf Of Red Roses 7/24/2009
176. Solitude 7/24/2009
177. A Real Life Nightmare 7/24/2009
178. The Fallen Cuban Soldier 7/24/2009
179. Song Of Songs 7/26/2009
180. Outside The Café 7/21/2009
181. How Far To The Next Garage 7/21/2009
182. I Saw Children 7/21/2009
183. Sunday Afternoon Rest 7/26/2009
184. The Guardian Of The Flames 7/26/2009
185. In Pretoria West 7/26/2009
186. While I Get A Few Coins From My Pocket 7/26/2009
187. When We Were Primary School Children 7/26/2009
188. The City Has A Deadly Wound 7/26/2009
189. The Bus That Drives To Vryburg 7/26/2009
190. Ancient Forces Blew On The Shofar 7/28/2009
191. Summer Thunder Storm 7/28/2009
192. Crying Against The Wind 7/28/2009
193. There’s A Big Painting 8/1/2009
194. Path Into The Bushes 8/1/2009
195. Keys To Your Heart 8/1/2009
196. Mystical Reality 8/1/2009
197. Early One Afternoon 8/1/2009
198. A Walk Home After Dark 8/4/2009
199. Some Seek Me And Others Curse Me 8/4/2009
200. The Parrot 8/4/2009
Best Poem of Gert Strydom

Invictus (A Reply To William Ernest Henley)

While the night stretch black over me
and in the dark sky I see countless lights
burning high,
I thank the God that made me free
to choose which light to follow as a guide.

In dark circumstance and whatever fate brings,
destiny and chance do not conquer
and I still rise wiser
to life and its things

and my will remains free
to decide where my words
and actions belong
whether they are right or wrong
and to no human I bend a knee
and in all things I only answer to Him
who Captain’s me.

[References: Invictus by William Ernest ...

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Sylvia Plath

With a consuming flame you rose,
gathering a small universe
in your slender hands

words poured out on paper,
thoughts of pain, of torment
of humanity lost under crunching military boots

and ever awaking

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