Gert Strydom Poems

I killed them and still
they rose to haunt me
in my sleep
and death’s hand
...

My heart is like a almond tree,
with snow white
flowers in spring.
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When I was but a child
I saw a red tractor,
hit a black boulder
and get jacked right over.
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Lions like to eat
and to them meat is meat,
and the difference
between wild beast and man
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Speed wants to
pen me in to the earth,
but the ballooning material wins.
...

I saw a twenty first century man
who knew three or four or five girls
intimately well,
like a tribal chief;
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Love is a wonderful thing,
that can bring
the greatest joy,
or it can sting,
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It was great fun,
to be with parra bats
in a camp.
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There’s a bottle coca-cola
that stands icy and black
on my desk, .
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When Michael or Gabriel
comes for me
do not write
RIP on my grave
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