Gert Strydom Poems

Love is a bitter thing
that cuts nastily,
Through my heart.
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The flags at the Pretoria news hangs limp
hangs limp
while I walk to the bus stop
and a man with a straw hat
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This morning six thirty
we drive past a church
where a lot of cars are already parked.
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Like it’s for thousand of years
the earth spins faithful
in its orbit around the sun
and the moon appears,
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I see a Super power
reaching out her hand
and trying and to change
places in the world
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Last night the stars
in the sky was bright
and the moon,
was in a sickle shape
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Every poet waits
for a really great poem
to take form
in words,
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I saw death,
but she did not come
to visit me.
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Through the thick African bush
a troop of soldiers patrol
with black painted faces
and webbing with ammunition bags
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I

The office door closes
behind the man that leaves embarrassed
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