Biography of Gert Strydom
Gert Strydom was born in 1964 in Johannesburg, South Africa. He matriculated at Estcourt High School after which he obtained a Bachelor of Business Administration degree (B.B.A.) at Andrews University (Berrien Springs, Michigan, U.S.A.) and apart from being a poet and writer he is an accountant by profession.
He was called up for compulsory national service in the South African defence force (SADF) for a period of two years during the time of the South African border / bush war and while following his profession was called up for several compulsory camps for several months as a member of the South African Citizen’s force and did partake in the National Colours Parade and in exercise Excalibur.
His predilection for poetry was stimulated by his late father who read Afrikaans poetry aloud at times, as part of his postgraduate studies at the University of South Africa. While living in Pretoria he attended the poetry writing school at the House of Afrikaans Poetry under mentorship of Prof. Ian Raper, where the other poets especially Ian Raper, Rosa Smit, Mandi Engelbrecht, André (Francois) Viljoen, Luchie Möller, Karlien van der Merwe and Jan Lourens had a great influence on the sharpening of his abilities.
Some of his Afrikaans poetry is displayed on the Woes web page at:
Some of his English poetry is displayed at:
© Copyright: Gert Strydom for all poems displayed on these web pages (Under South African law copyright exists for forty years from the date of publication.)
How long have I longed
that you loose your way in my verses
find something meaningful in them
that you along with me
cry and laugh at life
while for moments you are in my thoughts.
As a poet
As a poet I wanted to make wonderful verses that astound everyone,
wanted to write words that touch hearts and did not want to disguise anything
and I wanted to write verses that stand forever like monuments
but then I did realise that everything comes out of Your hand.
© Gert Strydom
- The hotel room  -new-
- Hers is a clean kitchen -new-
- I believe there is a place called Zion (... -new-
- The barn -new-
- Even if you life is ravaged by sin -new-
- Time held me
- When the night takes you away
- How eagerly I want to share my thoughts ...
- I see some shadows everywhere
- At the forest path
- On a cruel cross Lord
- No God has ever love as much as this
- You burrow into my heart
Gert Strydom Poems
Invictus (a reply to William Ernest Henl...
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
Satellite observe mist cloud unexpectedly reactor flaming.
But then I met you
Once I loved a girl, who left me for another man and that deceit
Angel of the morning light
Angel of the morning light, the sun is up and the sun is bright and still I see you sleep
Nightmares (English sonnet)
There sometimes is really bad kind of dreams which you want to avoid, to be waking, when in your ears you hear your own screams, while your body, mind and soul is aching
I A sailor on a yacht upon the wide ocean
Gentling a Wildcat
The yellowish-red of the caracal blended like natural camouflage into the yellow-brown winter grass and when it moved its head,
Water is my favourite drink, At times the best thing to quench a thirst That comes to me suddenly, Even though it's abundantly available
“Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone ...
I read the entry line above your poem and know that true soldiers live on sometimes as legends of a place and time,
An Abandoned Bundle (in answer to Mbuyi...
In a chilling world where man is nothing more than a mere animal it may be true
From This City I Want To Escape (Free Ve...
From this city I want to flee, to find a place of some solace, not again I want to return, where city lights sometimes blind people.
The Rugby player
Exercising he jogs around the field, stops, stretches, do some push-ups, pushing with power against the scrum cart, later running some sprints
I Love You (Villanelle)
(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning) I love you with feelings that are true and right, as our relationship has come with Godly grace, I do love you through every day and night,
Haiku’s of love
When the small death folds around us, both of us sweat and die together
Leopard, high up in a tree
your body and burning eyes I do barely see
and your camouflage makes you melt in
where you dwell untamed and free
and I wonder at the Creator's great art
that constructed you apart
from the lion, lamb and gazelle
and you presence drives fear into the heart