Gert Strydom Poems

I saw a traveller coming from the desert
wrapped in white cloth
and the man greeted me, asked for water
and told me about Ozymandias, the great king
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I

You burrow into my heart
are up against the embankment of my goodwill
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Spring has an own beauty
where grasses and weeds appear with brush
and stem, growing in full lush
and the sky, the air has serenity
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By some seen as the kitten of wild cat family,
but it is no joke
when at a speed of
one hundred and ten kilometre per hour
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We walked on the beach
my shadow and I.
Rocks protruded
out of the sand
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My eyes fall on an abstract painting
of which my girlfriend,
wants to paint a series
that may hang in board halls
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I. There was a time

In the past there was a time
when magic was everywhere around me
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When he looked at Calypso, while she enticed him,
when the fire in her loins folded around him
he trusted his own humanity to her,
if he denied this he would be lying
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This morning at the barbershop,
a barber is busy with the hair
of a much older grey haired man
that he is trimming neatly
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Is there an Eden somewhere,
where flowers stand in glory
or did it perish into the naught
or do we rather have to be silent
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