Gert Strydom Poems

Some women
can not pass. a shop,
without gazing at the displays
and hanging around
...

Right through the night
the armour is rolling forward.
Cannon thunder,
while rockets
...

My head throbs from a headache
and the flu gnaws
burning at my throat,
but the blue of the air
...

I saw him smoke a cigar
and the binoculars
brought him here with me.
...

From Margate beach
I see a ship sailing past,
with people that are
dots on it.
...

Two guys talk on the bus
and are convinced that fifty rand for four,
very expensive
and plan a day
...

I saw rows of white,
yellow and red lilies bloom,
next to the railway tracts.
...

Golden eyes full of death
stares back at me
and I can almost smell,
the scent of meat
...

Make me worthy
to deserve the path
that Thou has set for me.
...

The world was falling apart
with war, poverty and incurable disease
and some had too much
and others nothing
...