Gert Strydom Poems

The intensity of kisses,
the look in eyes
that burns flaming,
the touch of hands
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This morning the sky is grey
and the climate is mad
and has gone into
a mediterranean spin
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Right through the night
the armour is rolling forward.
Cannon thunder,
while rockets
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I saw him smoke a cigar
and the binoculars
brought him here with me.
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From Margate beach
I see a ship sailing past,
with people that are
dots on it.
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My head throbs from a headache
and the flu gnaws
burning at my throat,
but the blue of the air
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At times she sings for herself
and sometimes I hear her
talking to the animals
and at times there’s happiness
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It’s another thing to see
how a mural,
gets a life of its own.
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“I see flames coming out of a Ratel IFV
and how smoke vapours rises from it,
while it’s shot out
where it’s captured by a minefield.
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If I could go back in time to a hill
where a rough cross stands
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