Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 19,869 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Gert Strydom Poems

2481. Two Doves Made Their Own Nest 8/23/2012
2482. Egyptian Geese 8/23/2012
2483. When The Cape Winter Rain Comes 8/23/2012
2484. Outside The Snow Is Falling 8/24/2012
2485. I Love You Girl 8/24/2012
2486. Deep In Prayer I Have Walked (Common Measure Octave) 8/24/2012
2487. First Visitors To Adam And Eve 8/27/2012
2488. With The World In The Cooking Pot (Tennyson-Turner Sonnet) 8/27/2012
2489. Sheep-Killer 8/27/2012
2490. When The Red Candle Draws ‘n Ring Of Light 8/28/2012
2491. When The Late Afternoon Begins To Fade 8/28/2012
2492. So Much More Happy Than Before (Common Measure Octave) 8/29/2012
2493. Shadow Spiders Crawl On The Wall (Hymnal Octave) 8/29/2012
2494. Both Of Your Cheeks Glow (Hymnal Octave) 8/29/2012
2495. Cats 8/30/2012
2496. For My Persian Cat In Autumn 8/30/2012
2497. Daydreams Of A Cat 8/30/2012
2498. Something About The Women In The Genealogical Register Of Jesus Christ 8/31/2012
2499. He Is The Creator And Mediator 8/31/2012
2500. When You Walk On Patrol 9/5/2012
2501. Maybe I Was Rehearsing (Decuain) 9/5/2012
2502. At A Time You Were Only Part Of A Dream (Strambotto Romagnuolo) 9/6/2012
2503. Eternity Finds To Us Its Own True Way (Strambotto Siciliano) 9/6/2012
2504. From The Moment (Strambotto Toscano) 9/6/2012
2505. Thunder Showers In Winter 9/7/2012
2506. Frangipanis 9/7/2012
2507. With A Roaring Sound Waves Crash 9/7/2012
2508. Now In The Very Late Summer Of Life (Wreathed Octave) 9/10/2012
2509. We Love Each Other Without Pretence (Wreathed Octave) 9/3/2012
2510. Daily I Do Know That You Do Love Me (Un-Wreathed Octave) 9/3/2012
2511. When We Walk In The Back Garden 9/3/2012
2512. For Years I An Hiding Under The Wing 9/4/2012
2513. May I Constantly Find You 9/4/2012
2514. Sometimes I Wonder 9/4/2012
2515. Daily Our Love Does Somehow Increase (Wreathed Octave) 9/10/2012
2516. You Long To Go To A Place Near Mountain Streams (Triolet) 9/11/2012
2517. When You Are With Me 9/12/2012
2518. If I Had My Way With You (Rubaiyat Sonnet) 9/12/2012
2519. Could I Compare You? 9/12/2012
2520. Love Is Something That You Cannot Remove (Catena Rondo) 9/13/2012

Comments about Gert Strydom

  • Twigs Way (12/11/2015 4:24:00 AM)

    I am trying to get in touch with Gert Strydom URGENTLY as I wish to include one of his poems (on Carnations) in a book - can anyone please help? Unless I can make contact soon the editor wants to remove it.

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  • Kayoko Kan (7/16/2012 3:16:00 AM)

    Your poems are a balm of gentle love. Thank you

  • Johan Fourie (1/11/2012 4:32:00 AM)

    Hello Gert... waardering vir jouse versameling dan. Maar soos die kind soldaat wat verwaarloos deur sy regering destyds is, verloen ons dan nie ook ons taal as daar so min van jousewerk in die moedertaal is?

  • Dickson Mseti Dickson Mseti (4/26/2010 4:25:00 AM)

    POETS HAVE ONE THING IN COMMON. LOVE FOR THE PEOPLE AND THEY ARE LIKE SOLDIERS IN WAR.THEY RESCUE EACH OTHER, HELP EACH OTHER AND DIE FOR THE WHOLE COMMUNITY.THANK YOU FOR BEING A POET.

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 ...

Read the full of Invictus (A Reply To William Ernest Henley)

The Hammerhead Bird

From the dark-grey when the fog hangs
with a white vapour in the early twilight
and the coots do long for the hot sun
in the marshland the hammerhead bird is busy
where he stands in the marsh like a heron
where deadly still he is stately and brown like a chicken hen
while there is nothing that passes his eye.
At the back of his head is a quiff that stands upright
where into the muddy-water he pushes his bill

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