Gert Strydom Poems

But once bloomed that crimson rose
which could stand with her head held high,
against life's darkest sky.
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The eye measures everything in colour and black and white
but do not see that which is deep in the heart,
where love gets an own kind of stature,
I do own the beautiful of you in memories,
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(to my wife Daleen: Helena Dorothea, after Edgar Allan Poe)

Sweet Helen, you long to be with me,
while we do not live in the same home
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(after WH Auden)

1 The image of the Beast (Swannet)
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(after WH Auden)

1 The image of the Beast (Swannet)
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(for Daleen)

On my knees on the soft sand You do find me,
the sun draws a silver line up to the horizon,
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(after Elisabeth Eybers)

I want to thank You for one moment in an hour
where we did not speak a word with each other,
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The government is messing with the lives of people,
the South African government mess South Africans around,
with great numbers of the dead it will be later a real mess
and with double standards people come right up to an abyss.
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My God, You are aware of everything around me,
do know that world-wide with a virus there is calamity,
as a sinful man I stand before You perplexed
where all humanity is by this deadly thing vexed,
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(for Daleen, after Rita Mouton)

Like every other afternoon the thunder roars,
I notice blue-white flashes coming down closer and closer,
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