Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 15,769 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Gert Strydom Poems

2481. Wings Of Destiny 11/2/2009
2482. The Drug Party 11/2/2009
2483. Rain Drive 11/2/2009
2484. Remembrance 11/2/2009
2485. You Are Mine 11/3/2009
2486. First Love 11/3/2009
2487. Mary Magdalene 11/3/2009
2488. An Oath 11/4/2009
2489. Slow Dancing 11/4/2009
2490. He Was Lucky 11/4/2009
2491. There’s Something In The Rain 11/5/2009
2492. The Crucifixion 11/5/2009
2493. I Am From Pretoria 11/5/2009
2494. Father I Know That My Life 11/6/2009
2495. It Was My Thirteenth Year 11/8/2009
2496. In The Greatest Darkness 10/19/2009
2497. Skyscrapers 10/20/2009
2498. The Night Sky Is Crying 10/20/2009
2499. To My Moslem Friends 11/9/2009
2500. When I Was A Child[2] 11/9/2009
2501. Where You 9/28/2009
2502. Acacia Of My Blood 9/29/2009
2503. Hope For A New Tomorrow 11/11/2009
2504. It’s Dark In Here 11/11/2009
2505. Can I Like A Child 11/12/2009
2506. Encounter With A Rinkhals 11/12/2009
2507. Morning Glories 11/12/2009
2508. A Cat’s Dream 11/16/2009
2509. How Can Anybody Ever Know? 11/17/2009
2510. How Fast Does Time Fly By 11/17/2009
2511. Sweet Death 11/17/2009
2512. Lily 11/18/2009
2513. In The Bleak Winter 11/19/2009
2514. De Profundis 11/19/2009
2515. Gideon Scheepers 11/19/2009
2516. There Is Blood Between Us 11/19/2009
2517. Something Serene 11/19/2009
2518. The Mountain Pass 11/20/2009
2519. Girl Of Loveliness 11/20/2009
2520. War 11/23/2009
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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No Red Rose

But once bloomed that crimson rose
which could stand with her head held high,
against life's darkest sky.

Just once did that delicate petals spread
and soft lovely fragrance scent,
before she dropped her head.

Just once the blush on your cheek,

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