Gert Strydom

Veteran Poet - 1,639 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Gert Strydom Poems

1. “where Have All The Soldiers Gone? Gone To Graveyards Every One” 5/4/2010
2. 1899-1902 (Cavatina Sequence) (In Answer To A. E. Housman) 4/17/2012
3. 20th Century 12/30/2010
4. 5th Avenue Remembered 3/23/2010
5. A Accountant At A Transport Company 1/6/2011
6. A Bee Buzzes Past In Its Flight 6/18/2013
7. A Birthday 10/11/2009
8. A Birthday: Far Too Long 4/1/2011
9. A Bottle Of Wolf’s Poison 11/27/2010
10. A Bouquet For You 5/25/2011
11. A Boy Fishing (Cavatina Sequence) 8/7/2012
12. A Brave Boer Boy 10/1/2009
13. A Brave Field Cornet 11/24/2009
14. A Brood Of Vipers 4/7/2010
15. A Brown Rock-Pigeon, Flutters Just Past The Porch 11/25/2011
16. A Brush With Death 5/7/2010
17. A Bush Of Roses 4/5/2013
18. A Cape Town Winter Day 7/23/2012
19. A Cat’s Dream 11/16/2009
20. A Cheetah 11/1/2010
21. A Child 11/20/2009
22. A Childrens Game? 9/18/2009
23. A Christmas Carol 12/24/2010
24. A Christmas Prayer 12/24/2010
25. A Clear Sweet Voice 1/31/2013
26. A Constant Shadow Hangs Ominous 3/1/2010
27. A Conversation With God 4/5/2015
28. A Conversation With Minette 8/23/2010
29. A Country 5/18/2011
30. A Day Of Rest 5/27/2014
31. A Day On The Beach 3/19/2014
32. A Day With A New Morn (Luc-Bat) 2/22/2012
33. A Decree Is Made 2/16/2010
34. A Dirge For Minette 8/24/2011
35. A Distressful Day Finds Me 9/8/2009
36. A Dragon Fly 9/27/2012
37. A Dream 1/25/2011
38. A Ducktail Called Stan 5/27/2011
39. A Dying Soldier 3/31/2011
40. A Far Greater Chill 10/14/2010
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 ...

Read the full of Invictus (A Reply To William Ernest Henley)

No Red Rose

But once bloomed that crimson rose
which could stand with her head held high,
against life's darkest sky.

Just once did that delicate petals spread
and soft lovely fragrance scent,
before she dropped her head.

Just once the blush on your cheek,

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