Gert Strydom Poems

You smashed the small granite table down
like a mighty war hammer
cleaving the coffee table in two
which I had made for you,
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Birds sing while the day is dying
black-collard barbets, finches and doves in pairs
with sincere sweet voices crying,
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Doves fly from sunrise
until late afternoon past in pairs
and the whole day their singing resounds
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On guard duty I hear boots crunch,
walking up and down
almost in a march.
On guard duty I hear boots crunch,
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Long, long ago there were two people (just you and me)
and to my remorse my life was empty without you
and I couldn’t get you out of my heart.
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There’s a chilly wind blowing this morning,
the black-collard barbet
flies into my study’s window
as if it can go right through it,
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More than memories, feelings and knowledge
I want to pour into my verses
and something with a new meaning
that gives a view of another world
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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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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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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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