Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 16,043 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Gert Strydom Poems

281. What Lies On The Other Side Of A Dark Moon 9/6/2009
282. Somewhere Between Here And Now 9/6/2009
283. There’s Something Indescribable 9/6/2009
284. Everyone Wants To Be Free[2] 9/7/2009
285. Eternal Will Our Summer Be 9/9/2009
286. I Sit In Teasers 9/9/2009
287. I Wish That We Could Forever 9/9/2009
288. I Like Blue 9/11/2009
289. The Red Candles Are Almost Burn To The Brim 9/11/2009
290. When I Feel You Soft And Hot Under Me 9/11/2009
291. Homecoming 9/14/2009
292. The Tokkelossie 9/14/2009
293. To Me You Are 9/14/2009
294. At Times The Four Walls 9/15/2009
295. How Small Does Our World Appear 9/15/2009
296. Butterfly In A Jar 9/15/2009
297. Art 9/16/2009
298. Freedom[2] 9/16/2009
299. I Fly Away From Tanzania 9/16/2009
300. I Know That You Really Love Me 9/16/2009
301. Today 9/17/2009
302. Ashes To Dust 9/8/2009
303. A Distressful Day Finds Me 9/8/2009
304. At Times I Wonder Why 9/8/2009
305. Every Poem 9/17/2009
306. Sick Bed 9/17/2009
307. Sick Bed[2} 9/17/2009
308. Quest 9/18/2009
309. Caught In Time 9/18/2009
310. I Once Knew A Man 9/19/2009
311. Somewhere In This Big City 9/20/2009
312. Give Me The Good News 9/20/2009
313. Prevailing 9/20/2009
314. Where Once A Hillock Was 9/20/2009
315. I Receive A I Love You 9/21/2009
316. Even Though 9/21/2009
317. Anthem For Doomed Maturity 9/21/2009
318. Where Do I Fit Into It All? 9/21/2009
319. Usama Bin Laden 9/21/2009
320. The White Girl 9/23/2009
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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Sylvia Plath

With a consuming flame you rose,
gathering a small universe
in your slender hands

words poured out on paper,
thoughts of pain, of torment
of humanity lost under crunching military boots

and ever awaking

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