Gert Strydom Poems

To write is maybe like being able to use magic,
being able to catch holy words
and from somewhere
I try to find the creating energy
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You did say that love
sometimes is not enough

as if by destiny, words and acts
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During the Bible study in the morning
during the Sabbath school of the senior church members
where the church members do talk about parts of scripture
in a church that hold Saturdays holy
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(in answer to D. J. Opperman)

Outside the wind howls as if it will never find rest,
jerks on the oaks and in the wild stormy rain I am half blinded
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Let me long for a world
where roses, carnations
and every pretty flower
really are meant to matter
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When my time at work is spent
and I come home at the end of day
I wonder to were it went
while time rushes by without any delay
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There's a different path
that everyone walks,
a different way where lives go
and along the way
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Thrice the river refused me
and it spat me out on banks of sand
as if I belong to dry land
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As an impudent little thing it does fly around and around a person
so that you want to hit it down and in your thoughts it's cursed
when it wants to carry pestilence from any kind of dung to a wound
or do try to land in the jam or whatever is in the pantry
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The spring does begin with dragonflies
that everywhere does appear
fluttering from flower to flower,
do drink nectar and do rollick around each other
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